Chapter Nineteen: Your Eyes Vacant And Stained.

"Meet me at mine. Now."

Gerard looked puzzled at his phone but thought nothing of the excess use of full stops from Frank.

"I'm off to Frank's, mum! I don't know when I'll be back, I'll text ya later." Gerard shouted as he walked through his front door and down the street. He almost ran to Frank's, his head buzzing with horrifying ideas of what might be wrong.

He knocked on Frank's door, eager to find out what was up. Frank opened his front door, his eyes red and a tear trickling down his cheek.

"Hey." Gerard mumbled at the spiky haired boy.

"Get in." Frank whispered, his voice hoarse. Gerard walked into Frank's house, shuffling into the living room to find Bert sat on the sofa. He stopped dead in his tracks. Part of him wanted to bolt for the front door but the other part was frozen in place.

"Sit." Frank whimpered, walking into the living room and curling up as far away as possible from the other two boys. Gerard did so, sitting down on the same sofa as Bert but as far away as possible.

"I'm going to presume you know I've found out," Frank whimpered, staring into the centre of the room but at nothing in particular. Gerard nodded his head, a large lump stuck in his throat.

"How long? How long have you two being going on behind my back?" Frank whimpered.

"A few months." Gerard hesitated and sighed as Frank hugged himself, a fresh tear rolling its way down the contours of his face. "Frank, Frankie, I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen." Gerard whimpered, jumping up from his seat and bending down next to the spiky haired boys chair.

"You mean your sorry I found out." Frank hissed. Gerard sighed, putting his head in his hands as Bert coughed. "What the fuck are you doing here? I'm guessing you told him." Gerard shouted, walking upto Bert and grabbing a handful of his shirt, lifting him up with some unknown strength.

"I told him because it was the right thing to do Getard," Bert smirked as Gerard's face turned pure red with anger at the pet name.

"Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That." Gerard said through clenched teeth. Bert laughed and Gerard slammed his fist into his grinning face, again and again until Bert's face was red with blood.

"Get off him Gerard." Frank muttered, not seeming to really care if Gerard beat the other senseless. Gerard let out a growl, the type a tiger or leopard would make, and released his grip on Bert's shirt, letting him flop back onto his seat. Bert glared at Gerard, pulling out a tissue from his pocket and wiping as much blood from his face as possible. Gerard sunk down back into his original seat, staring ahead, his eyes vacant, Frank's stained.

"I'm sorry Frank." Gerard mumbled still staring ahead.

"No Gerard. Your not. Your not sorry at all. Bert showed me," Frank had to stop as a new wave of tears rolled down his cheeks, "Bert showed me, a video. A video of you two. At his house. Last night." Frank began to sob, huddling his face into his knees which were curled up against his chest.

"You ..." Gerard was lost for words as he stared at Bert. "You recorded ... Us? At your house? You fucking pervert! Was this the plan all along? Trick me into sleeping with you one last time so you could ruin my life? Or was it just jacking off material you wanted?" Gerard stared horrified at Bert. Bert smirked.

"A bit of both I suppose." He grinned at Gerard's and Frank's horrified expressions. Gerard put his head in his hands and screamed all the curse words that sprang into his mind whilst Frank cried. "I guess that's my cue to leave! My work here is done." Bert smiled before standing up.

"You just fucking ruined my life, I'm not letting you just walk away." Gerard hissed whilst grabbing another handful of Bert's shirt.

"Get the hell of me freak." Bert spat in his face before Gerard screamed, something in him had snapped. He lost all control and practically launched himself on Bert, throwing punches at him and kicking him repeatedly in the stomach.

"You fucking little whore Bert! I knew I should have fucking stayed the fuck away from you! But no! I took the fucking drugs! And for sex! I suppose you told him about the drugs too hmm? You bastard!" Gerard screamed at Bert whilst punching him repeatedly in the face. Frank watched, horrified as his life fell apart before his eyes. Bert fell to the floor as Gerard fell down, crying and screaming.

"Get the fuck away Bert before I kill you you little bastard." Gerard hissed through clenched teeth, Bert scrambled away, grabbing his jacket and almost falling out of the house. It was just Gerard and Frank.

"He didn't tell me about the drugs Gerard." Frank whimpered through his tears. Gerard looked up, his nose bleeding, his hands bloodied.

"I'm so sorry Frank." His olive eyes shined with sorrow, gazing into Frank's chocolaty ones.

"No matter how many times you say it Gerard, I won't forget what you did with him." Frank muttered as Gerard slumped against the nearby arm of the sofa.

"I love you Frank. I never stopped loving you. Not for one second." He sighed looking up at the ceiling.

"Liar. You cared more about that idiot and the drugs then you did for me. I was just the stupid moron that followed you around like some dumb puppy. Well not anymore Gerard. We're finished. I can't stay with you knowing you slept with him for drugs, and that your probably gunna do it again." Frank whimpered, staring at the deathly pale boy and his bloodied knuckles.

"No Frank please, we can do something! It'll never happen again! There's absolutely no way! He tricked me last night! And I've been off the drugs for a whole month now!" Gerard pleaded.

"So it was just for the sex then? I could have been more understanding if he'd forced you into it as payment but no, it was just filthy sex. He told me about the alleyway. He even showed me fucking pictures of you lying there with no fucking clothes on Gerard!" Frank became hysterical, beginning to hyperventilate.

"Frank! Woah Frankie! Calm down!" Gerard grabbed hold of Frank's arm, trying to make him slow down his breathing.

"Get. Off me." Frank gasped, his breathing beginning to slow down as Gerard lightly stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry Frankie." Gerard mumbled about to remove his hand before Frank grabbed hold of it and cradled it against his cheek, gazing into his olive eyes.

"Did you love him Gerard?" Frank whispered, locking eyes with the long haired boy.

"No. I slept with him for drugs. He blackmailed me the other times Frank. He pretty much told me that if I didn't sleep with him he'd tell you and I didn't want to hurt you Frankie." Gerard spoke softly, leaning his head on the soft material of the armchair Frank was sat in. Frank sighed and removed Gerard's hand from his cheek.

"You just didn't want me to find out about your dirty little secret. Well too late, I did Gee." Frank spoke softly, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked away from Gerard.

"That's not true Frank. I didn't want you to find out because I didn't want to hurt you. I knew you'd be hurt if you found out about the drugs, never mind the sex! And every other bloody thing that came with all that shit." Gerard mumbled, looking down at the floor, a wave of guilt washing over him.

"I loved you Gerard, and you threw that back in my face for him." Frank sobbed.

"Frank. Frankie. I love you! I never stopped loving you! Please Frank just listen to me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Frankie! Just, just gimme another chance? Please Frankie? I love you!" Gerard begged, grabbing Frank's hands and holding them together. Frank sighed before another tear trickled down his cheek.

"I love you too Gerard, but you broke my trust. You tainted everything we had and I don't think I can ever trust you again." Frank whimpered as a tear rolled down Gerard's face.

"I'm sorry Frankie." Gerard whispered, still holding Frank's hands.

"Stop apologising Gerard." Frank laughed lightly.

"Sorry." Gerard mumbled, shuffling awkwardly. The two boys sat in silence for what seemed like forever until Frank looked up from the floor at Gerard.

"I.." Frank whispered before breaking out into tears. Gerard stroked his soft face.

"I can't live without you Frankie. Please, I'm begging you, just give me a chance? I promise you, I won't let you down or hurt you again. I swear to you I won't." Gerard begged, shaking Frank's hands. Frank stared at Gerard for a short while, playing with his lip ring whilst he thought. He sighed.

"Just give me some time to think Gerard, my life just got ripped apart, I'm not going to make snap decisions based on the theory of you loving me." Frank muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Gerard whimpered lightly before withdrawing his hands and standing up.

"Just, talk to me when your ready kay?" Gerard smiled lightly, his cheeks damp with tears. Frank looked away, Gerard took the hint and walked out of the living room and through the front door. He was leaving everything he truly loved behind him when he closed that door.