Chapter Thirty Five: Would you leave me lying here?

"I'm sorry Frankie but I've gotta go!" Gerard explained as Frank grabbed onto his wrist.

"Just stay a little longer? Please? For me Gee?" Frank begged his boyfriend.

"I've already told you Frank I'm late home as it is!" Gerard tried to wriggle his hand out of Frank's iron grip but it didn't work.

"Just one last kiss then? Please?" Frank carried on begging.

"Fine, one more." Gerard sighed, sitting back down onto the bed next to Frank and pulling him close, pressing their lips firmly together. Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and tried pulling him back.

"Frankie I've gotta go." Gerard explained. Frank let go and looked down with a saddened expression on his face.

"Hey you'll see me tomorrow baby!" Gerard smiled, planting a kiss on Frank's forehead before leaving his bedroom and exiting the house. "He's worse then my mum." Gerard muttered under his breath, looking back and blowing a kiss at the window Frank's face was peering out of.

Quickly Gerard walked down the street towards his own but as he turned the corner he bumped into a tall dark figure.

"Oh sorry." Gerard muttered, moving to walk around the figure and carry on. Suddenly it grabbed his wrist.

"Not so fast there babes." A familiar voice hissed at him.

"What the...? Bert?" Gerard asked horrified, trying to look at the figures face but failing due to the hood shielding it.

"Did you really think I was going to let you just leave like that? And let you get away with what you did to me before? I think you were drunk, or you'd lost it. Hell you must have lost it since you went back to that little twerp asking for a second chance." Bert hissed.

"Get the hell off me Bert." Gerard hissed back, trying to free his wrist from Bert's grip but failing.

"Sure." Bert smirked, letting go of Gerard's wrist but using that hand to smash Gerard's face against a nearby wall.

"For fucks sake Bert!" Gerard exclaimed, cradling his face as a trickle of blood escaped his nose.

"Aww did I hurt your little face babe?" Bert mocked, hurling his fist into Gerard's stomach and grabbing a handful of his shirt, slamming him against the wall.

"What do you want Bert?" Gerard spoke calmly, blood still trickling from his nose.

"Revenge you little freak." Bert hissed, hurling his curled up fist into Gerard's face, once, twice and again. He dropped Gerard to the floor and kicked his stomach.

"That's for leaving me." Bert hissed, kicking Gerard's crotch and laughing as he screamed and grabbed himself.

"And that's for getting back with that little bitch." He hissed as he kicked Gerard's head, rendering him unconscious.

"Gerard? Gerard! Oh my god Gerard get up!" Frank screamed as he found Gerard's curled up body next to an overflowing bin. "Gerard please for gods sake get up!" He begged, grabbing Gerard's shoulder and shaking it vigorously. Gerard slowly looked up, a tear rolling down his cheek as he saw Frank's worried expression.

"Hi." He sighed, slowly sitting up and leaning against a wall holding his head in his hands.

"What happened Gerard?" Frank asked worried. Gerard winced as he tried to stand up, giving up and remaining sat on the pavement.

"Bert." He hissed, rubbing his aching stomach.

"Oh my god Gerard, are you alright? Please just go to a hospital or something you look terrible." He begged.

"I would if I could get up." Gerard winced again as he tried to stand up and failed.

"Let me help." Frank spoke softly, sliding his hands around Gerard and helping him to stand.

"Thanks." Gerard muttered, leaning on Frank's shoulder.

"Are you okay to walk? I can call your mum to pick us up? She's worried sick! Your an hour late! She called me asking if you were still at mine so I decided to go out and look for you." He sighed and Gerard slowly nodded. Gerard watched as Frank dug his phone out of his pocket and rang his mother, updating her on what had happened and asking for her to pick them up in her car. About five minutes after Frank had put the phone down Gerard's mother pulled up in her car.

"Gerard!" She exclaimed as she saw Gerard's bloodied face. "What the hell happened?" She asked worried, taking hold of her sons hand.

"Someone beat me up, they threw me against the wall and kicked my head, that's all I really rememeber." Gerard muttered, grabbing onto both Frank and his mother as he lost his balance. The two helped Gerard slowly get into the car and got in after him.

"I'm taking you to the hospital. Now. You look awful Gerard." His mother spoke quickly before zooming down the road towards the nearest hospital.

"Simple concussion and a broken wrist, some bruising to the stomach and it looks like your going to have a nasty bump on your head for a short while but apart from that you'll be okay. I'll prescribe some painkillers but your okay to go home." The doctor spoke quickly, speaking more to Gerard's mother then to Gerard himself.

"Oh thank you doctor." Gerard's mother smiled, stroking her sons long hair. Gerard mumbled a thank you before sliding off the seat he had been placed on and stood up, slowly walking towards the door. Gerard's mother took a prescription note from the doctor and watched as Frank opened the door for Gerard and helped him out, smiling.

"Do you want to come back to ours for a bit Frank? If your mums okay with it of course." Gerard's mother looked into her front mirror to see Frank's pale face in the reflection.

"Yeah sure!" He grinned at her, eager to visit the Way household once again.

"Holy smokes Gerard what the hell happened?" Gerard's father rushed through into the hallway from the living room to see Frank slowly helping Gerard trough the front door.

"Some kid kicked my head ... and broke my wrist." Gerard muttered as he slowly walked into the living room, Frank following closely behind watching his every move with a worried expression on his face. Gerards father followed them through and stood between the two boys as Gerard eased himself onto the sofa. It was the first time Frank had ever seen Gerard's dad, he was always at work when Frank came around though, trying to earn enough money to get the Way's a nicer house.

"So your Frank? My sons ..." Gerard's father had to pause before he carried on, "my sons boyfriend?" He spoke calmly.

"Erm yes sir." Frank held out his hand awkwardly, he'd never been in a relationship let alone met his boyfriends father before and had no idea what to do except follow what his TV had taught him.

"Oh erm right, well you can call me Donald." He took Frank's petite hand in his own rough one and shook it firmly, chuckling slightly as Frank's whole arm moved up and down vigorously. Gerard's father - Donald - moved out of Frank's way so he could sit down next to Gerard. Slowly both Gerard's mother and father walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, staring at their son for a short while before leaving him in peace.

"You scared me back there ya'know." Frank whispered, snuggling upto Gerard.

"Sorry." Gerard muttered, moving his okay hand to sit above Frank's.

"Why did Bert hurt you? In fact why was he even there? Did he say anything to you?" Frank quizzed Gerard, getting slightly hysterical.

"I don't know why he was there," spoke calmly, starting with the easiest question to answer, "and well, he beat me up ... because of you. Because I love you and not him. He told me exactly why he beat me up ... because I'm with you." Gerard moved his hand from above Frank's to stroke his cheek.

"He beat you up ... because of me? Because of us?" Frank asked confused. Gerard sighed, "yes basically." Frank whimpered softly.

"I'm so sorry Gerard." He mumbled, a tear slowly falling down his cheek. Gerard wiped it away softly.

"Don't you be sorry baby, it's not your fault. It's not your fault at all." Gerard moved slowly, trying not to hurt himself and wrapped his arms around Frank's neck. Frank gingerly wrapped his own around Gerard, careful not to hurt him. Gerard turned his head and kissed Frank's cheek.

"Thank you." He whispered into Frank's ear, watching as the spiky haired boy turned his head to look into Gerard's glistening eyes.

"No problem." He grinned back before slowly pressing his lips against Gerard's.

"Oh my god I came down a glass of milk and find you two sat on the sofa making babies." Mikey yelled, running through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Oh dear." Gerard laughed at his younger brother and began to laugh even harder as Frank's cheeks turned a pale shade of red.

"What are you two doing in there?" Donald's voice flowed from the kitchen doorway into the living room.

"Nuffin'. Mikey's just easily freaked out." Gerard chuckled as his father shook his head and walked back into the kitchen.

"I suppose I better go home now." Frank spoke softly as he stood up.

"Wait!" Gerard exclaimed, "let me and my mum give you a lift? Please? I don't want you walking around while there's a chance Bert'll still be on loose." Gerard grabbed Frank's hand as he begged him.

"Erm ... are you sure?" Frank asked cautiously, "your hardly in the state for walking around at the moment Gerard, you need to rest." Frank pointed out.

Gerard shouted of his mother and explained to her that he didn't want Frank walking around whilst Bert was out there. Thankfully she said it was okay aslong as Gerard stayed at home to rest.

"Frank's right hun, you need to take it easy for a while." She kissed his forehead before leaving to start up the car.

"I'll come by tomorrow if your not at school." Frank whispered as he kissed Gerard goodbye.

The drive back to his house with Gerard's mum was slightly awkward due to the lack of conversation.

"Night Frank, and thank you for today, if it weren't for you I might still be looking for him." Gerard's mother wound her car window down to talk to Frank as he got out.

"It's okay Mrs W- I mean Donna," he smiled softly, "Gerard's my everything, I had to go look for him. Oh and thanks for the lift." He grinned before walking up his front path and into his home.

"That Frank seems a nice kid." Gerard's dad mumbled into his beer whilst watching TV.

"He is." Gerard mumbled back.

"Are you two... y'know... erm, I don't know how to phrase it with you kids now'a'days," his father placed his beer on the coffee table and turned to face his son, "are you two taking precautions? I mean I know your not going to be getting each other pregnant ... or at least I hope not ... but I just want to know anyway. Just so I can put my mind at rest." Gerard's father spoke quickly, trying to make as little eye contact as possible with his son.

"Dad!" Gerard exclaimed, horrified, "why would you ask that?" Gerard pulled a horrified expression at his father.

"Well because of all these 'sexually transmitted diseases'," Gerard's father waved his hands in the air when he named his problem, "I don't want you catching anythin'." Gerard's dad blushed slightly, still looking away from his sons face.

"No dad, we're not using protection because we don't have freakin' STD's!" Gerard exclaimed, wincing as he stood up to storm off.

"Wait ... you two have actually done it? Oh good lord it just gets worse." His father held his face in his hands as Gerard looked at him in horror before walking quickly to his room, slamming the door with as much force as he could muster with a broken wrist.

"What the hell?" Gerard's mother shouted from the kitchen.

"Our sons been," his father shook his head, "our sons only been fucking that Frank kid!" Gerard's father shouted back at her. Gerard chuckled to himself as he heard his mother drop a plate on the kitchen floor. Slowly, Gerard changed into his pyjamas before sliding under his duvet and slipping into a deep sleep.