Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD’S P.O.V
It has been a load of weeks since Frank has been imprisoned. Things at home weren’t going down well.
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“Your tutor, Mr Iero, was arrested for a STUDENT-TEACHER RELATIONSHIP?!” Mum shouted, loud and shrill, it made my ears hurt. She clicked on to the news.
‘Tutor Frank Iero was arrested for being in a relationship with a student, who remains anonymous, but enjoys singing, comics, and has a base-’
Mum switched off the television, the remote dropping to the floor. Her hand clamped over her mouth, and she pointed at me.
“You…YOU…!” She gasped, falling backwards. Dad was there, his glare was like daggers. Mikey was at the door.
“It’s love, you can’t stop love,” Mikey spoke up, siding with me. I smiled, feebly.
“You what?!” Mum roared.
“And you know what, Mum? I’m with Pete, now. And you can’t do anything about it. You don’t really know what love is if you shout at-”
“MICHAEL, TO YOUR ROOM, NOW!” Dad stepped in, his shouting was worse, because it was bold, and terrifying. My thin, little, perfect brother scurried away, shooting me a sympathetic, and scared look.
“How could you!?” Mum was crying now. “How could you do this, Gerard!?”
“You don’t care about me anyway,” I whispered. Mum went completely silent, then she broke.
“I’ve done EVERYTHING FOR YOU. EVERYTHING. I’VE MOVED YOU FROM SCHOOL TO SCHOOL, I’VE TRIED WITH YOUR PROBLEMS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? All you think about is yourself, lately, Gerard Arthur Way,”
“You think I think about myself?! I hate a fucking problem to hate my-fucking-self and you think I think about MYSELF!? Do you think I WANTED to fall in love with him? No, I didn’t… But, I guess you wouldn’t understand! You know, I was going to run away, but Frank – Mr Iero – persuaded me not to run away, because he said you’d be horrified… Well, clearly you wouldn’t be!” I retorted, sprinting upstairs to my room, slamming the door. Could life get worse?
- - -
I escaped my house the next day, successfully and visited Frank at midday. I seated myself and saw him, dressed in his orange suit, his hair still pretty short, even if it had been a load of weeks.
“Hey,” He stated, casually sitting down. “How’s it going?”
“Shit,” I told him, bluntly. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“What’s happened, honey?” The way he said ‘honey’ still made my heart melt.
“My parents…Found out,” I swallowed hard, gesturing between the two of us.
“Fuck,” Frank ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Yeah… Mikey stuck up for me, though… He’s with Pete, now,” I smiled, happily, but weakly.
“That’s good…” Frank trailed off.
“How’s life been in jail?” I questioned.
“Rubbish, utter crap. It’s so boring; all you see is grey, literally. So, most of the time, I sleep. Sometimes I even watch the news, but yeah, that’s like the only things I do,” Frank told me.
“At breaks?” I prompted.
“I watch the news… Creepy guys sometimes come up to me and like,” Frank lowered his voice. “They ask for drugs and I’m like, uh, no.”
I giggled, a little, at Frank’s mock-disgusted face.
“I miss you,” I mumbled.
“I miss you too, butterfly,” Frank muttered.
“Even though I see you every-day, it’s not like I’m actually making…Contact with you,” I sighed.
“We will, actually,” Frank raised his voice, again. “Tomorrow, they are allowing contact for 10 minutes, then the other 5 minutes behind glass,”
“Really?!” I was excited, over-the-fucking-moon excited.
“Yes,” Frank grinned. “I can’t wait… Don’t be late,”
“I won’t, trust me… I’d prefer to be in jail than my house anyway,” I admitted.
“Hey… Everything will get better, I promise,” Frank reassured me.
“I wish,” I mumbled.
“It will,” Frank stated, more stubbornly. “It will, it definitely will.”
- - -
I woke up, super early, surprisingly, and decided to take a long shower, quickly getting my breakfast, and getting out of the house, before I could even see my parents. I walked everywhere possible to drain time, and eventually it was time to set off to prison… Wow, that sounded weird. I arrived there, and skipped over to the glass where Frank was usually at. He was seated opposite me, and he had a smug look on his face as the barriers in-between us came off lock, so I could open it. I pushed it open, and Frank pulled me over to the corner.
“I miss you,” I repeated what I’ve said every-day. Frank made sure no one else was looking, before kissing me full on the lips. I kissed back, of course, and he pinned me against the wall, hungrily. A guard sounded like he was going to walk past, and Frank quickly pulled himself off of me, nearly making me want to whine from the loss of his lips. Frank smirked, a little.
“God, I’ve missed you, and…” Frank ran his hand through my hair. I rolled my eyes and leaned into him, slightly.
“Mm…” I mumbled half-heartedly in reply.
“10 minutes, 10-fucking-minutes,” Frank muttered, and he ran with me past the guards and to the back, and then pressed up against me, meeting our lips again.
“This is so better than being at home,” I murmured. Frank chuckled a little, and kissed along my jawline, down my neck, and to my collarbone, sucking and biting on the pale skin. I couldn’t make a sound or we’d get caught, so it was kind of hard, really, the fact he was completely and utterly turning me on. He yanked me closer, so our bodies were literally pressed against each-others’. I blushed a little at the contact and Frank just grinned, innocently, like he totally wasn’t going behind the whole rule of his prison.
- - -
The 10 minutes were unfortunately over, and 5 minutes of behind glass talking was arranged.
“I love you, my butterfly,” Frank whispered.
“I love you, too, my perfect Frank,”

Notes

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