Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD’S P.O.V
“Oh, okay,” I frowned to myself. We were still in schooling circumstances, this was extra tutoring, and however, he was tolerating me calling him by his first name? I inhaled, deeply; knowing my strategy to not tell him about my problem was out of the window.
“Gerard,” Frank spoke, softly.
“Yes?” I murmured, glowering at the floor, struggling to halt the tears from dwindling down my cheeks. Why did I have to hate myself?
“Don’t cry,” He alleged, lifting my chin up with four, gentle fingers, and wiping the water from my face. “You’re incredible, okay?”
“But, I’m not, I’m useless,” I mumbled, the tears trickling down my cheeks all at once.
“Please, don’t say that, it’s not true,” Frank trundled closer to me, and he suddenly embraced me, tightly, his fingers tracing small, little patterns, soothingly, on my back. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, I felt so sincere, so safe… So loved. I felt as if someone actually cared for me, as if I was actually meant something.
“You are making me feel like someone likes me, Frank.” I breathed on the exposed skin of his neck, I noticed him shiver, with horror or pleasure, I’ll never know.
“Because people do, you surely have friends from your old school?” He gripped my shoulders; therefore, I was facing him completely. Bob and Ray entered my mind.
“I do, but-”
“No,” Frank firmly interrupted. “You do and they like you so much. Don’t deny it.”
“Thank you,” I ogled at my shoes, knowing he probably had to say this. Knowing that I probably mean nothing to him. A stab of agony twisted inside me, like a knife. The pain was almost unbearable. Heartache.
“What’s wrong, Gerard?” His voice was laced with concern.”
“Nothing,” I lied, and I did feel depraved for lying, I must admit.
“It’s not ‘nothing’, I can see by your face that it’s not ‘nothing’,” Frank countered.
“I can’t help but think that you have to say all this, you can’t really say to my face that I’m stupid or that I have no friends or that you don’t really like me. I’m probably just one of those annoying students you have to put up with in your career,” I bit my lip, hard, another round of tears swelling up in my eyes. An emotion flickered across Frank’s face which I missed.
“Gerard,” His voice sounded so tender, so meaningful, like my name itself meant something. “I would never think that you’re stupid or annoying,” Frank raised his hand and cupped my cheek. His skin was soft. “I don’t have to do this, but, I really want to help you. I can help solve your problem, I can fix you.”
“Thank you,” I was extremely tempted to tell him my other issue, which was the fact that I was unconditionally in love with my tutor, also known as, him. But, of course, I didn’t.
- - -
I thought I was going to be okay for once in school. Nevertheless, I was incorrect. So mistaken. It all started today, the bantering, the mental abuse, the name-calling. It was okay, I was used to it, but not the threats. I never had any threats.
“Look at him, Jeremy.” He heckled. “What a freak, he looks like he’s dead.”
“I’ve heard that before,” I mumbled underneath my breath. The guy, I guessed was called Jeremy, shot a disgusted look my way.
“Hey, loser!” He jostled me, pretty hard. “Hand me other some money,”
My hands quivered like a leaf as I disengaged my shoulder bag and handed them my lunch money, the money I needed for food. Jeremy snatched the money from my hands before I could even protest.
“Good choice, emo.” The one who barked to Jeremy in the first place, snickered.
“Joe, any requests for this twat?” Jeremy chuckled, darkly, to the other guy, Joe.
“Meet us in the woods, the one outside the school.” Joe’s eyes were filled with darkness. “Or we’ll do our little performance right here,”
“I…I-I will, I p-promise,” I stuttered, I was already exceptionally late for my next lesson. Jeremy gripped my shoulder bag and wrenched it, rigidly; all my books plummeted, rapidly, my work spilling onto the floor, some even into puddles from leaks from the tiled ceiling. I felt myself start to tremble, with anger. I shrugged off my shoulder bag, and knelt down beginning to gather up my things.
“A tough one isn’t he? Tough cookie, doesn’t like to cry,” Jeremy mocked, jolting my arm in which I leant on, therefore, I slipped, in a heap on the floor.
“See ya in the woods, mate.” Joe cocked his head to the spiked gates beyond the glass door and Jeremy nodded. They both set off. I grinded my teeth together in my mouth, and straightened my work. I then just remained there, sitting straight on the floor. I bawled, quietly but heavily. Why me? Because I’m useless. I, apoplectically, scrunched all my work up and lobbed it at the bin, which squatted in the corner. It landed in it, perfectly. I stood up, zipping up my bag, almost catching my finger in it, and slammed the door open into Frank’s classroom. Everyone stared at me; I knew my hair was probably messier than usually, if that was even possible. I chucked my bag next to my desk and then kicked my chair.
“I can’t do this,” I scowled, picking up my wooden chair and plonking myself down in it, my head in my hands.
- - -
I knew I had to go to the woods, I knew it.
“Gerard,” Frank’s voice made me stop in my tracks.
“What?” I hissed, viscously, the annoyance still lingered. I swear I saw a hint of hurt in his eyes. He shook his head.
“Nothing, you’re dismissed,” He muttered, and his eyes didn’t leave his papers as I headed out the classroom, and to the woods. I arrived there, quickly, and there I saw them. Jeremy was bulky, toned, with black grains as hair, which appeared spikey and rough, like stubble, and, muscles bulged from his arms. Joe was thinner, with long, shaggy, murky brown hair and small, dull eyes that didn’t seem to show any emotion apart from anger.
“Oh, look, the pathetic twat made it,” Jeremy cheered, sarcastically. I wouldn’t dare answer back to him.
“Should we get the other guys, too?” Joe suggested, Jeremy replied with a curt nod. Joe flipped a mobile, which looked similar to a dark navy brick, and dialled numerous of people, all demanding they met up here. I gulped, attempting to sooth the large lump in my throat as there soon became 5 of them.
“Should we introduce ourselves to this little guy?” Joe enquired. “Now, I’m Joe, that’s Jeremy,” He paused, pointing to a male with dirty blond hair and beach blue eyes, “That’s Rob,” He then jabbed a bony finger to another one, who was too skinny, with mid-length hair. “That’s Jack, and the last one is Harry.”
I didn’t have a clue why I needed to know who is who; I witnessed them all to be exceedingly intimidating.
“Are we going to get to the point and beat him up then?” Rob scoffed, rolling his eyes at the pointless build-up. My whole body froze. That’s why they wanted me here. ‘Or we’ll do our little performance right here,’ it made sense now.
“Alright, then.” Jeremy approached me first, he threw an enormous punch at my mouth, I immediately tasted blood, and it was filling my mouth like no tomorrow. My jaw throbbed, I felt as if I would do anything to get away from here. Joe pounded me in the stomach, causing me to stumble on my knees, ripping my school trousers. I spat out the blood from my mouth, the crimson liquid dribbling down my chin. I breathed, fast, as I closed my eyes, preparing for the next guy, Jack. He pelted numerous kicks at my chest and stomach, it felt like I was getting murdered, over and over and over again. Harry was weak; he was no problem for me, although the amount of suffering I was in already, even a poke would cause me to wince. Rob was last. The best till last. He was heftier than Jeremy, and that was saying something. I was soon restrained against a tree, tied with burning rope that formed bright red marks on my skin. After Rob’s beating, they vanished. Leaving me, there, tied to a tree. I twisted and turned against the rope, and eventually broke free. I didn’t even have the strength to walk; I just slumped down by another thick tree trunk. I scooped my phone from my pocket, my breathing loud as my shaking hands pressed dial to Frank. He picked up, and I coughed loudly, seeing images of blood already.
“Fr-frank,” The ripping pain to speak was enough to make tears sting in my eyes.
“Gerard!? What’s happened!?” Frank sounded like he was about to freak out.
“Woods, n-near s-school, p-pick m-me up, please, please…” I trailed off, hanging up, dropping my phone, leaning my head back. I heard the loud rev of the car engine, a short time later. I saw Frank bolting towards me, his perfect, undamaged figure stood in front of me, made me feel worse about myself. He then dropped down to my level, as I was sitting.
“Who the fuck did this to you!?” He roared, his eyes taking in the terrible site of me.
“5…People,” I wheezed. “F-frank, I need y-you,” I managed to say, before flopping into his arms, and becoming dizzy, the world being a blur, every whisper sounded like screaming, and my eyes closed on me.
- - -
I curled up to the warmth beside me, smiling, and clutching the material of its shirt. I nuzzled my head into its chest.
“Gerard,” The voice sounded familiar, I opened my eyes to see Frank. My cheeks flushed a dark red. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fine.”
I nodded, slowly, stretching my arms, the slight pang of pain was still there, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from doing anything. It was only minor pain. I was literally dying for a hot, heavenly shower.
“Can I use your shower?” I rubbed my eyes.
“Sure, here, I’ll lend you my dressing gown for when you come out… Don’t put your previous clothes back on,” Frank focused on anything but my face.
“I’ll wear my boxers though,” I felt my cheeks go hot again. Frank smirked, lopsidedly, then shooed me off to the shower. I stripped, and then viewed myself in the mirror. My face was fine, actually, which was surprising. My chest was littered with bruises, though, and my legs were too. I stepped into the rushing water, and relaxed completely.
“The killer in me is the killer in you…” I sang one of my favourite Smashing Pumpkins songs, quietly, applying shampoo to my hair. The shower was extremely powerful; therefore, I was finished quickly. I stepped from the beautifulness, and dried myself, then put on my plain black boxers and slipped on Frank’s black dressing gown. Knowing it was his, made me tug it tighter around myself. Frank allowed me to dry my hair, and then I strode into his living room, a small, satisfied smile on my face.
“Thanks for everything, Frank,” I was about to sit down, however, Frank halted me from doing so.
“Drop the dressing gown, I want to see what they did to you,” Frank’s face was shockingly serious, and a look of sheer fury settled. I obeyed, although I felt awfully self-conscious as I towed the dressing gown from myself.
“Fuck,” Frank’s eyes were wide as he took in me.
“I’m sorry, I’m ugly-”
“No,” Frank cut me off. “You’re not…”
I felt his delicate fingers run along my bruises across my chest and stomach. It made me shiver with pleasure, his touch was so attracting.
“Who did this to do you?” Frank’s voice was soft and caring.
“Jeremy, Joe, Jack, Rob and Harry,” I told him the truth.
“I tutored them before,” Frank muttered, his eyes still glued to my chest, and it was making me feel uncomfortable. I know it was because of the bruises, however, I wished I looked more appealing for him… After all, I am…In love with him.
I knew this was entirely wrong. I’m talking about my tutor, here.
Oh, well.

Notes

a/n: tHAT WAS SAD TO WRITE BUT FRANK TOUCHI NNG G G GHI S BRUSISE SD S SS

I CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE FRANK'S P.O.V BECAUSE ITS GUNNA BE FHUDSJKGHAKJDFHCNGKAJVHDCJKGMHAVNDCGNVKJAN