Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARDS POV
Bert's warning had scared me. I just didn't love him... I just wanted to be friends... That's when it happened. The actual threatening. And trust me; it shocked me to the core.
- - -
I waited for Frank outside, and smiled as he saw me, and pulled me in for an embrace.
"Gerard," He mumbled. I had acknowledged Bert's existence, I knew he was nearby, but I thought he was out of ear shot. I smiled at Frank, softly.
"I love you," Frank told me. "I've got to go and mark work... You'll be okay without me, alright?"
I nodded and watched him as he left; Bert took his place next to him.
"Fucking kiss me, Gerard," He demanded. I shook my head. He smiled evilly.
"Well, kiss me and love me soon or I'll go to the police about your little thing with Mr Iero," Bert twirled his hair around his finger. He heard.
"Really? Would you do that?" I queried. Bert smirked.
"Of course I would... You should've seen why I was expelled from my last school... But, this time it's different. You're going to get into trouble," He pointed an accusing finger at me and sauntered off.
- - -
Mikey was the smart one... He'll help me. I called him to my basement and he seated himself on my desk chair.
"Mr Iero admitted to me he loved me," I announced. "He kissed me,"
Mikey appeared shocked, he almost fell of the chair.
"The crush I had for him wasn't just tiny... I love him. So, I kissed him back," I continued.
"Dude-"
"Bert heard Mr Iero saying he loves me and he said either I love him and kiss him or he'll tell the police," I finished.
"Wow. You're in huge trouble," Mikey shook his head. "I thought my situation was bad enough..."
"What?" I queried.
"I love Pete, still..." Mikey sighed. "I broke it off with Kristin today, we're still friends,"
"Pete loves you," I spluttered. "He asked me for advice,"
"Oh," Mikey was surprised.
"Now, what the heck should I do?" I sighed.
"Tell Mr Iero first," Mikey paused. "Bert is going to do it, I can see him doing it,"
"Fuck," I cursed.
- - -
I arrived at Frank's house, knocking loudly on the door. Frank opened it, and smiled as he saw me, but his smile was turned upside down as he saw my face. The tears were streaming down my red cheeks and I just threw myself at him, closing the door behind him and collapsing in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Frank, so sorry..." I sobbed, loudly. Frank sat me down, calming me, before I told him.
"It's my entire fault, you're going to get caught and I don't want you to go... I love you... This is my entire fault! Why did I ever hang out with Bert? I'm just useless and helpless and stupid and-"
"Stop!" Frank shouted. Hearing him shout made me recoil, the tears prickling in my eyes again.
"I'm sorry, I get it... You probably hate me... You never-"
Frank pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me.
"Honey, shut up..." He whispered, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I love you, more than anything, and nothing can stop that. Not even the police. I love you so much... I always will..."
"I love y-you," I sniffed. "But, I need you; I want you to stay... He's going to tell the police, I know."
"Then... Cherish everything we have." Frank sighed.
"I'm sorry; I've messed up so much. I'm so stupid..." I whispered. "I just can't... I don't deserve you-"
I was cut off by Frank's soft lips on mine. I kissed back instantly and he pushed me on the sofa, climbing on top of me, and kissing me, roughly.
"I love you," Frank mumbled.
"I love you too," I managed to say, my breath hitching as he kissed the sensitive part of my skin on my neck, biting lightly. I felt my insides go all tingly, especially downwards. I blushed when Frank put pressure on me, smirking as he met my lips.
"F-Frank...I..." I muttered.
"Hmm...?" He grinned again, slipping his hand below my waist. I breathed, heavily, swallowing hard as he winked at me, before putting his hand underneath the layers of clothing.
"Oh, god," I groaned, leaning my head back. "S-Sir,"
- - -
I nuzzled against Frank’s bare chest, and then the thought of him getting caught, made my whole body shake. It’s my entire fault.
“Honey, are you okay? You’re shaking like crazy,” Frank stared at me, frowning.
“You’re going to get caught,” I whispered, my voice breaking a little. Frank remained silent. He wasn’t denying the truth. “And it’s my fault,”
“No, it’s not your fault,” Frank replied.
“It is… Bert is going to tell you because no way on Earth am I going to love him,” I sighed.
“We’re just…Going to have to accept it,” Frank glanced down. I wish it was that easy. I wish I could JUST accept it. Wow. Easier said than done, I tell you. I cleared my throat, desperately wanting to leave before I burst out into tears again.
“I…I need to leave to get to my house…” I announced, standing up and pulling on my clothes. Before Frank could reply, I was out of the door. I ran to my house, crying.
“Stupid me, stupid, stupid, stupid.” I hissed, slamming my house door open.
“Gerard!?” Mikey yelled. “What happened-”
“Frank said we need to accept it…” My breath hitched as I cried.
“Are you serious!? He didn’t even comfort you…?” Mikey embraced me.
“I’m not mad with him, I’m mad with myself,” I wrapped my arms around my brother, happy to be loved by him again, wiping the tears from my eyes. “How did Pete go?”
“Oh…” Mikey smiled, sheepishly. “Pete’s…Um…Well, he’s… He asked me to be his boyfriend after I broke up with Kristin…”
“YES!” I yelled. Something to be happy about. “Yes, yes, yes! YES!”
Although, all I could feel the sadness steeping in. Continuously. It wouldn’t leave me alone. Ever.
- - -
The next day, I saw Bert. I attempted to speed up and past him, through the school gates, but he halted me.
“Have you made your choice?” He whispered. I swallowed, hard, feeling the tears.
“I’m not… I’m not going to love you, okay?” I managed to say. Bert nodded, like he understood, then smirked.
“Alright, hon.” He flicked out his phone. “Stay here, and watch me,”
Bert forced me to watch him.
I didn’t think he was going to actually do it.
Half of me was expecting him to fake-dial them, and then burst out laughing, patting me on the back and say that it was all a joke.
But he didn’t.
I heard him press the button to dial the police. I heard him as he told them our situation. I heard the police say they would go to Frank’s house today. I heard Bert slam his phone shut. I heard Bert’s laughter. I stood there, frozen in the spot.
He actually did it.

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