Hey Mr. Way

I sliped in as quietly as I could through the front door. Looks like I wasn't quiet enough because I heard my dad thudding along the landing upstairs towards the starcase. I looked up with fearful eyes, he was at the top of the staircase and his face didn't look too impressed. Oh shit, he's going to beat me again isn't he I thought as he started going down the stairs.
He was now right next to me. '' Have you got an excuse for being late or what? '' He spat in my face. I winced and looked up at him.
'' Uhm...I was... '' I started. If I told him that I was at school helping my teacher, he'd demand to know what teacher and he'd ring into school and ask why he kept me back to help. He'd also jump to conclusions and those conclusions could be bad, '' I was just... ugh, no I don't have an excuse.''
It was the only thing I could have said to him without getting Gerard into trouble! My dad looked at me with those eyes, the ones that you could just tell what was going to happen next.
'' Frank, you fucking deserve this. I'll beat the shit out of you, get here. '' he said right in my face. I wish my mum could help me, but she can't even help herself. He does this to me and mum. It's like we're just there as his personal punchbags. On numerous occasions I took the blame or tried to help mum in some other way, and ended up just being beaten myself. So many times I've lost count.
My dad punched me hard in the stomach and I bent double in pain as he did. He kicked my shin and grabbed my hair, forcing me to stand up again. The pain was so bad. Tears started welling up in my eyes like they always did when he hit me. I've never been able to not cry, but I try sometimes just to look tougher than I am. He hit me in the stomach again and smacked me several times in the face. Another punch, this time to the face, was the last thing he did before be took a step back from me.
'' You deserved that, you little shit, now get out of my sight before I do it all again to you. '' he said in a menacing voice. I ran as fast as I upstairs, flying past my parent's room, the bathroom and the spare room, and pulled the step ladder from the ceiling to climb up to my room in the attic. Dad wouldn't let me have a room because he thought I'd make it look '' fucking rank '', as he liked to call it, with all the black paint and band posters. To be honest that's exactly what I did do. He never came up here, he doesn't even know that the walls are black. Yes, it's quite dark, but I like it like that anyway. I pulled the ladder back up and left the hook propped up outside. I felt so ill from what just happened so I led on my bed crying. I had a bruise on my face and it was red from the smacks. He hasn't punched me in the face for a long time, just smacks. It really hurts. My shin had a bruise and my hip did too because I hit it somehow.
After a while I stopped crying and thought about tomorrow. Gerard's going to notice my bruised face for sure. I had him for last lesson again, art always seemed to be last lesson, not that it mattered what lesson it was anyway, he's still going to notice. I can't let him know, he'll be so guilty, but I have nobody else to help me, my mum isn't much help to be fair.
Just then I heard footsteps stop underneath my door.
'' Open the fucking door. '' I heard my dad shout. I got off the bed as quickly as I could and shouted down that the hook to open it was just outside. He obviously found it because seconds later the door was open and he was up the ladder and in my room. He looked around like a wild animal and I suddenly got a jolt of fear as I thought either 1. He was going to reck my room, or 2. He was looking for someone or something.
'' Your room looks really fucking shit, emo boy, '' he insulted, wow 'emo boy' was the best thing he could come up with, '' Well anyway I don't care about that now. It's your mother. She left, so now it's just you and me. I think she ran away, whatever I don't give a shit. Good riddance to her.'' He said and left. Oh god, where is she? I panicked as I ran to my phone to see if she'd left a text. 1 new message. I tapped franticaly as I waited for it to load up.

Frank, I ran away. I'm not going to tell you where because I don't want you to chase after me. I know you care so much that you would do. Know that I'm safe and I want you to stay well out of your father's way. If you get the chance move into a friend's house. Your dad will probably go out looking for me and forget about you for quite a long time, so be prepared. I left you money under your pillow, it's not much but it's all I could spare. You can always text me if you need help, love you lots, Mum. xx

I ran to my pillow and found that she'd left £200. Where did she get that much from? She doesn't even work! It would be enough to last me from when dad leaves to when he gets back, surely? I didn't really care about that, it was the fact that I was left alone with my dad. I had absolutely no protection what so ever. Who could I ask if things get worse? They will get worse, because he'll be in an angry mood all the time. He's going to take it all out on me, all of it. There's nobody. I'm in this alone...
Gerard! I could tell Mr. Way! Oh yes thank god I have somebody! But wait...he's going to think it's all his fault. I can't tell him, I don't want to worry and upset him.

After ages thinking I decided to wait and see if he noticed my bruise tomorrow. I decided that if he did he really does care and love me, but if he didn't notice then he's just a user, like all the other people in this fucked up world. Well, tomorrow is going to be a big dayI thought. The pain had settled down a little now, but my face still hurt a bit, I guess my stomach was just used to it by now. I just really hope he cares I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Haven't updated in ages sorryyyy here you go x

~FaBul0us_KiLLj0y