-Gerard's POV-
I wake up the next morning with a body pressed to min. I don’t know what happened last night, not exactly. I look to the person beside me and see that it’s my little brother, it all comes back to me. He cried a lot last night, and I know that I did too. I reach out to stroke his hair, but his eyes fly open. I jerk my hand back. Mikey sits up and looks around, as if he also forgot the other night. He frowns and I think he remembers. "Mikey?" I say. His face turns pale and he runs out of the room. I'm so worried about him, he never acted this way any time before. I have to know what's going on.
I crawl out of bed and slowly walk down to the living room where I find him sprawled out on the couch. "Hey," I say softly. He bolts upright and stares at me with wide eyes. I walk toward him and say softly, "what's wrong?" He hsakes his head and sits back, I sit beside him. "No isn't an answer anymore, and nothing isn't either. I know something's wrong, tell me what it is," I say. He swallows and looks down. It looks like he's about to cry. I hate seeing him cry so much. I rest my hand on his shoulder and kiss his head. "I promise Mikey, I'll do whatever I can to help you, but I can't unless you let me," I say.
Mikey shakes his head again and turns away from me. "I-I wont let you. I am not going to tell you. I can handle myself," he tells me. He's not going to break, is he? I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "Just leave it alone, okay?! I don't want to talk about it!" He snaps. I flinch and frown at him. "I'm sorry..." I say. He says nothing, only walks away. He can't keep this going for much longer. I can remember when we told each other everything, but that was a long time ago. I wish htings could be like that again, but it's a lost hope. He just means so much to me, I can't lose him like this. Whatever is hurting him, it needs to stop before it's too late.
Mikey comes back, now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "I"m going back to Ray's," he informs me. As he reaches for the doorknob, I see them. Finger-like buises litter his arms. They weren't there when he left yesterday. "Hold it!" I say. He stop sand sighs. I walk to him and take a hold of his hands. I see it in his eyes that he was hoping I wouldn't see them. "Where did these come from?" I ask. He yanks his arm away from me. "I tripped at Ray's house, I fell down the stairs," he says. Total bullshit. I hold them tighter, but not nearly enough to hurt him, I take a closer look. There's no mistaking that these were from a person grabbing his arm too hard. I get them from Bert often. "No Mikey, I want the trught, who did this? You've been going to Ray's house, is he doing it?" I press.
He looks at me nervously. "N-no, it's not Ray," he whispers. I thought so, Ray's the kind of person to keep other people from stepping on anthills. "Then who the hell is doing it?! Are you eveng going to Ray's?" I say, raising my vioce. He tears his arms away from my grasp and bolts out the door, sprinting to his car. "Mikey, wait! Talk to me!" I call. He drives away, tires screeching. I didn't mean to yell at h im, but now that I know he's getting hurt, I have to know who's doing it. Nobody hurts Mikey Way without me getting involved. My mind jumps back to a little bit before I met Frank. Mikey had gotten roughed up by Bert and his gan back then. But that can't be what's happening now. Mikey is not stupid enough to volunarilly go to them, right?
"Gerard?" Someone says, pulling me from my thoughts. I spin around and Frank is slowly making his way down the stairs. "What's going on down here? I heard you yelling," he says. Oh man. "Did I wake you up baby?" I ask, heading to him. I grab his arm and help him down the stairs. "Well, yeah, but that's okay. I just wanna know what's going on? Are you okay?" He asks. We sit on the couch and I take a good look at him. His hair is messy and he's got lines on his face from where the pillowcase was. It takes all I've got not to go "aawwww", it's not hte right time for that righ tnow. But he's just so cute when he's sleepy looking.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just talking to Mikey and things got a little heated," I explain. Frank nods again and grimaces. "I'm sorry about that..." he says. I lean in and press a little kiss to his lips. "It's okay, you shouldn't worry about it, that's my job," I tell him. Frank sighs and lays his head on my shoulder. "You guys shouldn't fight, you could be really close if you both tried," he says. I know that he's right and I do try, but it can't be one-sided. Mikey would have to want it too, and I don't think he does. But I don't blame him, I'd be mad too, if I had me as a brother. I'm everything nobody wants in a person.
I force a smile onto my face for Frank, even though I know he can't see it, and I hold his hands in mine. "But on a happier note, guess what?" I say. Frank raises an eyebrow. "What?" He asks. I lean in and kiss his jaw. "We have the house to ourselves again, so I just thought that maybe..." I trail off when I see him smile, there's nothing more to say. Frank grin grows wider as he sits closer to me. "Oh? Well why not?" He says. I chuckle softly and pull him in closer. He giggles as I pepper his face and neck with kisses. Frankie is so perfect, I'm lucky to have him.
Finally, our lips meet. Every time we kiss, my stomach jumps and my heart flutters. Frank's lips are soft and warm, they're so perfect. I love kissing them. Frank wraps his arms around me and deepens our kiss. I can feel him smile underneath my lips, his cheeks warming. I place my hands on his face and snake my tongue across his lower lip. frank grins and gets the hint, opening his mouth and allowing me to explore the insides of his mouth. I slip my tongue in and he lets out a small moan. His hands slide across my back, his nails dragging lightly. Our tongues hug and caress each other, curling around each other in some sort of dance. Frank's legs wrap around my waist, his hips softly grinding.
And as soon as things escalate, we're brought to a sudden halt when there's a knock at the door. We peel away from each other, regathering ourselves. I help Frank straighten out his clothes and smooth his hair, all the while the knocking getting louder. I rush to the door and instantly wish I hadn't. Frank's father stare at me with evil eyes. "Where the hell is my son?" He spit. My gut churns and I want to slam the door and lock it in his face, but I'm frozen with fear. "Are you fucking listening? Where is Frank?!" He shouts. Before I can say or do anything, he's got his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, I can't breathe. "Listen here you fatass, you're going to hand over my sun, right now. Do you understand me?!" He screams.
He throws me to the ground and as I swallow gulps of air, he kicks me hard in the gut, knocking the air right back out. He storms past me and I try to grab his leg to keep him back. "Frank, you sonofabitch, get your ass over here now!" He screamed. in the distance, I can hear Frank crying. I get up to my feet and stumble down the hall, that man is much stronger than Bert. Before I'm even halfway there, Frank is screaming, he's begging to be let go. The sound of a hand slapping his face is enough to make me run the rest of the way to the living room. Frank has a wrist grasped tightly by his father's hand and a huge welting red hand print on his cheek. I hate seeing him cry, it breaks my heart. But not only that, it also makes me infuriated with the one that made him do it.
What do I do? If I try to get his dad off of him, I'd get beat, or worse, he'll hurt Frank. And I can't call the police because technically, we kidnapped him. I have no other options. Tears stream silently down my face as I charge toward him, pushing him over. Frank topples to the ground too, but he's okay, he crawls away and curls into a ball. The poor kid is scared to death. I turn my attention to Frank's dad, who instantly comes at me with white-knuckled fists. Chaos comes through, the sound of angry grunts from Frank's dad as he beats me, cries of pain from me, and terrified sobs from Frank across teh room. This must be what Hell is like: the never ending pain and knowing that the people you love are scared and you can't do a thing about it.
Soon enough, I'm not fighting him off anymore, I'm fighting just to stay awake. Frank is still crying, I think. I can't tell what's exactly going on. It might be him, but it could also be me. I don't know. The pain ins as noticable anymore, my body is pretty much used to it now. He should be done soon. I hear Frank say something, but I can't hear it. But whatever he said, it's enough to get his dad to stop. I lay limp for a moment, then sit up. Then the world is silent. I look back and forth at the two, the quietness becoming unbearable. "F-Frank?" I mutter. He looks down, sadness in his eyes.
"So you'll do what I say?" Frank's father asks. What the hell does that mean? Frank nods frantically and his tears fall faster. "That's what I thought," his father sneers. Frank sobs a little when his dad grabs his arm. He starts to pull Frank away. "W-wait, what's going on?!" I say, panicking. His father smiles and turns to me. "I'm taking him back home. You lose Gerard. I always win." He says. My heart sinks. Frank can't go back there! His father could easily kill him with no problem. He can't go home!
I watch with blurry vision as Frank is tugged away from me. There's nothing I can do now, Im defenseless and weak. His father was right, I lost. I follow them out the door, studying Frank's face. I don't know when I'll see him next, so I'm trying to get one last look. Though this is not the way I want to remember him. His face is red and tear stained, his grey eyes are clouded with fear and the handprint on his face is bleeding. He gets shoved into the car and I shout, "Frankie, I'll get you back, I promise!" From inside the window, I see him start to cry more, I don't know if he heard me.
Once I'm inside, I break down into my own fit of sobs. I'm a pathetic waste of a person. I just let Frank get taken away. I should have fought for him but I didn't. I reach for my phone and call my mom right away. "Hello? Gerard?" Her voice makes me choke up. How do I tell her? "M-Mom? I-I... I... Frank, and he..." I can't seem to speak at all past my sobs. "Gerard, just calm down, take deep breaths baby, then tell me what happened," she says. I breath in and out slowly over and over again. Finally I say, "Fr-Frank's dad, he found him... t-took him back. I-I should have tried harder to keep him. Mom, Frank isn't safe right now!"
The line is quiet and it's giving me anxiety. Come on Mom, say something. "Okay, I'm on my way home. Just try to relax. Frank's dad... he didn't hurt you, did he?" She asks. I hold back a sob and rub my eyes. "Y-Yeah, but I'm fine, I promise," I say. She sighs and I can tell she's upset. "Alright... I'll be there soon okay baby? I love you." She says. I laugh sadly and say, "I love you too." I hang up and put the phone down on the couch and cover my face with my hands. I let Frank down. I told him we would keep him safe and I failed him.
Nothing is right with my life anymore. Frank is back in the home of a mad man when I could have done something about it. Mikey is falling apart and he's not letting me help, I don't even know what's happening. I have duties as a brother and as a boyfriend to keep those two safe and happy. But how can I do that when I'm so pathetic? Frank can't probably trust me anymore, and Mikey has made it obvious that he hates me. My life is crumbling and I can't take it anymore. This has to stop.
I make my way to my bedroom and I'm pounded with memories. The day Frank played guitar for me, that was the day we fell in love. It hurts to think that if I just hadn't fallen for him, that he'd be safe now. And I remember years ago, Mikey would sneak in to this room late at night and we'd read comic books together after we were told to go to bed. I'm pretty sure that whatever I did to make him hate me could have been avoided if I wasn't so stupid. Or maybe if I had just kept my distance from him, no one would have known we were related and he wouldn't get picked on, just me. Everything that's happening to them right now is happening because of me. It's all my fault.
I sit on my bed and cry silently. I reach under my pillow, where I keep my razors. I grab one in my hand and stare at it. If I die now, would it free Frank and Mikey? Will they be able to live a happier life without me around? I roll up my sleeve and stare at my arm now. My old scars are a faded pinkish color, the newer ones are a bright but pale pink. They don't hurt, but sometimes I wish that they would. I go to the door and lock it just in case Mom comes home. I sit on my bed and stare at the small piece of metal in my hand. Dried flecks of blood are sprinkled on it. It gives me memories of the times that I have felt lower than dirt, like right now.
I press the cool metal to my pasty skin and slide it across. Red liquid blooms from it, like a rose against snow. I do it again and again until my skin is covered. I want it to hurt, I need it to hurt. I want it to make me scream and cry, because I deserve the pain. But instead, it's only like I'm watching it happen, not actually doing it. So I push the blade in deeper, pulling it down my wrist. Blood pours out, but I still don't feel it. I go even deeper, still nothing. I scream in frustration and throw the razor across the room. I fucking quit.
I look at my arm, blood spewing out of my wounds. Why the fuck wont it hurt?! I open my mouth to scream again, but there's a knock at the door. It's Mom. "Gerard, come out now. Let's deal with this," she says. I panic. There's no way I can go out there bleeding this much, she'll freak out. I just have to wait until the bloodflow slows. "Can I have a few minutes Mom?" I say back. Please say yes, please. I don't want you seeing me like this.
I grab and old t-shirt and start to soak up the blood. "Well don't you want to have Frank back as soon as possible?" Mom asks. I frown and clean it up faster. "Yes, but... I need to calm down, I'm way too stressed out right now," I say. And it's practically true, my heart is still pounding, my mind still spinning, though the reason for that is probably fromt he cutting too. "Do you want to talk about it? Gerard, can I come in? I've got this bad feeling in my gut righ tnow, please let me in baby," she says. I bite down on my lip and I clean up the rest of the blood. My arm is numb and it'll probably bleed some more, but nothing too bad. But the blood stains on my sheets and carpet will have to be bleached before I let her in my room.
I pull my sleeve down, the fabric slightly irritating the cuts on my skin. I slip through the door and shut it right up behind me. "I-I'm okay now, let's get Frank back," I say. Mom looks at my skeptically. "Honey, I don't understand you," she says. At any other time, Mom would have tried to pry all the answers out of me; thankfully she's got no time for that, she's too focused on Frank. Mom grabs her phone. "Should we call his father?" She asks. I shake my head instantly. "No! That would put him ahead of the game, we need to do this without letting him know," I say.
She stares at her phone and then asks, "Well should we call the police?" I sigh and shrug. "Mom, I have no idea! I've never been in this situation before. I-I called you because I thought you would know..." I say. I kind of feel bad for putting all of this pressure on her. She works so much and has so much to do. I should have expected her to know what to do now. She smiles softly and kisses my head. "I understand, sweetie. This has go to be so hard for you. Alright, I'll call the police and you just sit down and calm down, okay baby?" She says. I hug her tight, god I love this woman.
I curl up into a ball on the couch and take deep breaths. Mom walks into the other room, but I can still hear her say, "Hello, I'm afraid to have to say that my son's boyfriend is being horribly abused by his father..." I dont' know how she can stay so calm in this pressure. At what she said, I start to cry. My Frankie, my poor Frankie si putting up with this life. I want him back under this roof, where he can be safe and loved, I want that more than anything. I listen to Mom explain what's been haping to Frank and I switch my thoughts to Mikey in hopes to distract myself. I wonder where he is right now, if he's doing okay?
I take my phone out and dial in his number. Will he even pick up? As the phone rings, my worries grow. What if he's getting hurt right now too? What if he's putting up with the same treatment as Frank? I know for a fact athat the bruises on his wrists were from a person, but who? I wont give up on him, even if he wants me to, it will not happn. He's my baby brother, I need him whether he likes it or not. He doens't answer his phone. I let it drop to the ground as my tears flow faster. Should I tell Mom what's happening to him? She's probably extremely stressed as it is, but this is about her son, she'd want to know... right?
Mom comes back a moment later with a tired smile on her face. "I explained everything. They said they'll look into it. Frank is gonna be okay honey," she says. Would she be this calm if I told her about Mikey? She pets my hair and takes my hand. I love how she always knows what to do to make me calm down. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I'm gonna tell her about Mikey. "Mom?" I say quitely. She pulls me in closer. "Yes baby?" She asks. No, I can't tell her, she'd be so broken. I have to say something else. "What's gonna happen to Frank? W-will he be taken into a different home? I-I don't want him to be taken away," I say. She pets my hair again as she says, "I don't know Gerard, I really don't. I'm sorry."
Mom tries to get my mind off of it by putting on a movie. But I can't focus on the TV, not when the two people I love most are out there hurting. The cops said to her that we should leave it all to them. But I don't want to leave it to them. I want to be there if and when they bust Frank's dad. I want to be there to hold Frank in my arms and comfort him. I can't just leave it to them. It's like being stabbed over and over and the attacker just sais to not feel the pain. You can't just not feel the pain, that's nto a choice thing. So saying to leave it to them and being forced to do it is the hardest thing I have ever done.
Hours later, as the sun starts to go down, the front door opens and Mikey walks in. Mom's asleep, but she'd go balistic if she saw him in this state. Torn clothes, stains that could either be blood or mud, and cuts and bruises all over. I'm in shock myself. Mikey looks at me as if I'm about to attack him. He must have assumed I'd be in bed. "Mikey... what. The hell. Happened?" I ask. He says nothing, he just runs up the stairs. He can't run from this. I follow him up and see that he's locked himself in the bathroom. I knock on the door softly. "Mikey, what happened to you?" I ask. He doesn't respond, he turns the shower on instead.
I sigh and lean on the door. This is enough. "Mikey, I can't handle this. Look, Frankie got taken away today, his dad took him away. And his dad... he treats him so badly, I know he's not safe there. And I know that you're getting hurt too. You need to tell me what's going on. I love you Mikey, I can't lose you... please, I'm begging you, let mbe back into your life. I'm sorry I ruined things before, I can try to make it up to you. Please Mikey..." I say. Tears are flooding from my eyes for what feels like the millinoth time today. I hear something on the other side of the door. It sounds like crying. He's close to the door now, the crying gets clearer. "I wont tell you Gee... I'm sorry, he says softly. I curl my hand into a fist and slam it into the door.
"Dammit Mikey! Please! I hate knowing that you're hurting, just tell me whoj's doing it!" I sob. He punches the door right back. "I wont tell you! It's not of you fucking business. Just leave me the hell alone, I can handle myself!" He screams. "No Mikey, you can't hadle it. I know that you can't. No one can do that on their own," I say, lowering my voice so that I don't wake Mom. Mikey whimpers and leans against the door too. "How would you know?" He says sharply. I wince and I say, "I would know because I'm dealing with the same things and so much more than you could believe. I get bullied too Mikey. I used to think that I could do it alone, that I didn't need anyones help. I never knew how much I needed someone until I met Frank. Mikey please, let me be the one to help you."
The both of us are silent for what feels like a lifetime, but finally, he locks the door. I spin around and his arms are around me before I had a chance to look at him. He topples into me, nearly knocking me over. He sobs hystarically and all I can do right now is hug him. "Mikey, tell me what I can do, whatever it is, I'll do it," I say. He tightens his arms, squeezing me. "J-Just hold me, Gerard, please. That's all I n-need, I just need s-someone to hold me," he cries. I nod and lead him to my bedroom and sit him down on my bed. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, his head on my chest.
We sit together for a while, adn I simply let him cry. I don't know what's going on and it' skilling me inside not to, but I know that it's not the best time to pry right now. I slowly rock him from side to side, kissing his head and stroking his hair. "It'll be okay Mikey, I promise," I tell him. He shakes his head. "Y-you have n-no idea, Gerard. You don't understand, it'll ne-never be okay for me. Never..." he says quietly. He doens't know how much this breaks my heart. Tears slip down my cheeks now. All I want to do si to see him smile again. I haven't seen it on so long. He used to be so happy, I don't know what happened. For now, all I can do is hold him like he said and just let him relax. Peace will come soon enough. Not just for him, but for Frank too.
-Frank's POV-
Lying on the ground, every little inch of me is burning in pain. My father is teaching me a lesson on running away from home and being spiteful of my authority. His lessons hurt, but never this bad. Today, he brought his drunken friends to watch, and some even joining in on his game. They whip my with their belts, smash their empty beer bottles on my head, and burn my skin with their cigarettes. It's painful, torturous, but I can tell that it wont end soon. They're too drunk to be human. It's so funny that the words human and human are so similar in spelling but are worlds apart in meaning. Humans are monsters, every single one of them are. They're so full of hate, full of rage.
All but Gerard and his family, they are the only ones that have shown me any kindness, even Mikey. Thought Mikey hides his emotions well, that stone cold personality Gerard tells me that he has, it's a facade, I just know it. Somewhere underneath, he probably just wants to be close to his brother again. But Gerard, he's a person sent straight from Heaven. He doesn't hate anyone, not even the ones that have done him wrong. He says he hates Bert, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't really hate him. He's probably just hangry with him for being so awful to him. I think if Bert would turn around and be kind Gerard, taht they would actually be good friends.
I'm yanked from my thoughts as a hand yanks my hair, pulling my head up. "Had enough yet?" They say. It's my dad. Not only his his alcohol breath is foul, it's unmistakable. I nod and he throws my head back down and sends it smakcing against the hard floor. His friends snicker and it's making me want to kill them. How dare they find humor in pain? "Well Frank, if you don't like it, maybe you should have thought of that before coming out of the closet. Both literally and metaphorically," he says coldly. See, I'm not like Gerard, I do have hatred inside of me, and right now, it's a burning fire towards my dad. i hate his man, I hate him so much. I want to kill him.
They continue their 'game' and I dont' even give them the benefit of defeat by crying. I suck it up and take each blow withtout a tear. They go harder and harder with their attacks until there's a loud cracking sound from my back. One of them stomped on my back too hard. Oh my god the pain! It's like I"ve been set on fire. I scream in agony. "You fucking idiot! What do you think you were doing? I said nothing abad enough to hospitalize the faggot! Get out, all of you, get out!" My dad screams. They leave, but one kicked me in the head really hard, but it doesn't hurt, not nearly as bad as my back.
Blood rushes into my mouth from where I get kicked. Somewhere deep inside, I'm wishing that my dad will realize what he's been doing to me and he'll never do it again. But really, it's a lost hope. "D-Dad.. help me! Please Dad, I-I need help! DADDY!!!" I scream. I don't recognize my own voice, it's lower than normal, and also screachy from screaming. I hear him pacin aroudn, cussing profusely. The pain is getting worse. I can't take it. I'm screaming for help, but I'm not making much sense. Without thinking, I scream. "Gerard! Baby, save me!" Bad move. Dad kickes me in the mouth and my jaw breaks, I can feel it go limp. How much more of this can I take? "I don't ever want to hear that name come from you ever again!" Dad shouts.
I can't reply, there's no way to. I feel my body get weaker by the second. Dad forces my head up and barks, "Do you understand me?! Answer me!" I can't answer, I physically can't, my jaw isn't moving. "I said talk faggot!" He screams. Tears flow from my eyes. In my mind, I'm screaming at him, telling that I understand over and over again, but my voice isn't doing the same. Dad smacks me and my head his the floor. He needs to stop, my body aches and I can't take much more of this. "You stupid sonofabitch, you're so dumb. You're dumber than your fucking mother was," he spits. I huff out weezing breaths and give in. I just can't beat him, he always has the upper hand.
It's all over now, I can't win, all I can do is let go. I let my body fall limp, my back still burning and full of agonizing pain. I'm to worn to cry or scream anymore. I close my eyes and I think about Gerard. I think about his laugh, his voice, the way his hands held mine, how his lips felt against my own. I think about how much he loves, how much he loves Mikey, despite his brothers attempts to push him away. Gerard is beautiful at heart, absolutely gorgeous. And I'm sure that he's equally beautiful physically. I wish I could see, so that I could know how pretty he is. So that I can tell him that he looks beautiful and be able to know it for sure. He deserves to be told that he looks beautiful, since no one else will.
The more I think about him, the faster my tears fall. Will he miss me if I die? What would he do? I cry silently as pain takes over. But I snap my head up at the sound of a knock at the door. It hurt doing so, but I don't really care. They knock louder and I hear Dad stumble to the door. Once it opens, I hear a low, rough voice say, "Sir, we got a call from a family saying you're abusing your child. Can I come in please?" I cry even more. That voice is the voice of an angel. I can be free from my father. I wish I could call out to the police man, if only my jaw worked.
"I'm sorry officer, there's been a misunderstanding. There's no abuse happening here, we're a very loving family," my dad says. That bastard! Now I really want to yell. Everything that comes out of his mouth is bullshit. I hope the cop can see that. "May I talk to your son then? Just to make usre the two of you are on the same page?" he asks. Please, please! "Oh, I'm sorry. Frankie is over at a friend's house right now," Dad lies. I'm so angry. He will not keep me here like this. I suck in a breath and open my mouth wide despite the pain and I scream as loud as I can. Footsteps sound, multiple people are now in the room. "Sir, you're coming with me," the cop says. And with that, my body quits, I pass out.
I open my eyes slowly and groan. The pain is gone, my mouth no longer tastes the blood. I'm ona soft mattress and I'm in what I think is a gown. Am I in a hospital? Tentatively, I reach my hand to touch an am. Sure enough, my arm has tubes connected to things. I touch my jaw, there's something holding it in place. My body is bandaged and clean, I'm definitely in a hospital. "Frank?" Someone says. I know that voice, that's the voice of my Gerard. I'd speak if I could. If I was able, I'd jump out of this bed and hug and kiss the hell out of him. Instead, I reach my hand out. He grabs it and kisses it repeatedly. "Oh my god Frankie, I'm so glad you're okay! Baby I was so scared I was gonna lose you!" He said. Gerard makes my heart melt, I'm so glad he's here.
There are more people in the room, I can tell. If it were just me and Gerard, He'd be talking much more, kissing me in more places than just my hand. Someone steps closer to the bed and takes my other hand. "Frank, are you feeling okay?" I recognize this voice as his mother. I wish I could talk to them, I wish I could hug them. Can I even sit up. I look around a bit and lay my head on Gerard's arm. "What... what happened to me?" I force myself to whisper, hardly opening my mouth at all. Gerard whimpers and presses a gentle kiss to my bandaged forehead. "Mom... can you tell him? I-I don't want to," he says sadly.
Well Frank, you took quite a bit of damage. you fractured your spine, broke your jaw, cracked a rib, and you have a minor concussion. You're very lucky to have survived, that spine fracture should have killed you," a voice says, it's not Gerard's mom. I look up and around, confused by the voice. "My name is Dr. Patel, you're going to be okay Frank," the woman says. I swallow hard and squeeze Gerard's hand, pulling him closer. He leans in and I whisper, "D-Did that ba-bastard get locked up?" Gerard strokes my cheek and says, "Yeah baby, he's in jail. Don't you worry about that, you're going to be okay now. You're safe." I let out a sigh of relief. He's gone. But I don't know exactly how I feel about it.
There were days that my dad was a good person. He would be sober and in a good mood. He treated me like a good person, not hating me because I was blind. Those were the days that made me think that he was a good dad. Those days didn't last nearly as long as they should have. But now that he's gone, even though I feel safer, I'm going to miss those days. They're never coming back. He'll never see me again, but I can't get hurt from him again either. I should be happy about this, but I'm having conflicting emotions. I'm going to miss him.
Dr. Patel explains things to me about my injuries. I can't sit up for a week, can't stand or walk for two weeks. My jaw has to stay in place for a month. "Does that mean that we don't get to kiss for a whole month?" Gerard asks after Dr. Patel leaves. It breaks his mom into giggles. If I could laugh, I would. Leave it to Gee to lighten the mood, he's so funny. I hear someone else walking around in the room. Gerard kisses my forehead and nose, I can actually feel that he's smiling. "I love you Frank," he says. I smile slightly and mumble, "I love you too." For once in my life, things are starting to look up.
But one big question still remains. "What's going to happen to me now?" I say. I hate this thing holding my jaw in place, I want to rip it off. I don't think I can last a whole fucking month with it on. Gerard holds my hand more securely. "Mama, can I talk to Frankie alone?" He asks. Well that doens't worry me at all. "Sure, Mikey and I will go out to the hall, for a little bit," she says. Eventually, the door opens and closes and Gerard starts sniffling. "Frank, I don't know where you'll go. They said you're more than likely going to have to go to a foster home. We asked if you could stay with us, but they said that the chances are that you can't. They'd have to go check with the court. But if you can't, it's the foster home," he explains.
Dear god, I don't want to go to a foster home. I don't want a new family, I want to stay with Gerard and his family, that would be perfect. "Babe, I don't believe in God much, but I'll be praying for you, praying that you can live with us, where you'll be safe, and that you heal fast," Gerard says. I let a tear slip past my eye and I squeeze his hand. I'm glad I have Gerard. I don't think anyone else would ever love me this much. If there is a God up there, he had better do what Gerard asks, he deserves that much.

Notes

So this chapter is loong! I'm happy about that though. Just going to let you guys know that it might be around a couple weeks until I update it again. Hopefully you don't lose interest in this because trust me, things are about to get interesting.