You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

I spend the whole weekend with Frank, only leaving the apartment to buy food and we spend the rest of the time in bed, watching movies and having sex. Sunday night Frank is getting nervous about starting his first day at work and I press him back into the mattress, climbing over him and kissing down his neck, trying to distract him when my phone starts to ring and I sigh before climbing off him and sitting on the edge of the bed and answering it. "Gerard where the hell are you?" Dad snaps when I answer the phone. "I'm with Frank." "Where? Where have you been staying?" "At our apartment." "No. Get home right now." "But dad I...." "You better be home in the next fifteen minutes or you won't be seeing Frank again." "You can't...." "Fifteen minutes Gerard" he snaps, cutting me off and I hang up, dropping the phone on the bed and turning back to see Frank looking at me sad. "I have to go" I say softly as I feel my eyes well with tears. Frank slides over and wraps his arms around me. "It's ok baby, we'll see each other tomorrow right?" I nod, afraid if I speak I'll break and start crying. "I love you baby and we can still see each other every day until we figure this out." I nod again before burying my face in his neck as I hug back before I pull away and Frank offers to walk me home but I force a smile and say "It's ok baby." He walks me to the door and we share a lingering kiss before I reluctantly pull away and say "Good luck tomorrow, not that you'll need it. I love you." Frank smiles wide and reaches out, cupping my cheek and gently stroking his thumb across my skin. "Thanks baby." I lean into his touch for a few seconds before pulling away and walking down the hall.

When I get home dad is waiting for me in the hallway and when I walk in the door he opens his mouth to say something but his eyes widen and focus on my neck. "Get to bed Gerard, you better be at school on time tomorrow and if I get any reports that you had homework you didn't do there will be punishment." I shove past him and make my way upstairs and into the bathroom, starting the shower before stripping off and I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror and I smile as I realise why dad was staring. My neck is littered with dark splotches and slight teeth marks and I reach up to run my fingers over them, some of them throbbing under the soft touch and when I look down I see my dick is half hard. After I wash myself I step out of the shower and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist and going into my room, pulling on clean boxers before climbing into bed, my eyes welling with tears again that I let spill as I wonder if I'll ever get what I want. The next morning I wake up to a message from Frank, 'Good morning gorgeous. Hope you have a good day at school and I'll see you later. I love you : )' I smile as I text back 'Love you so so much baby, have a great day at work : )' After I dress I go downstairs and into the kitchen where dad and Mikey are at the table eating and I'm not in the mood to eat so I grab a cup of coffee and sit beside Mikey, remaining silent. "Gee" dad says and I continue to stare into my cup, not speaking back. I hear him sigh before saying "You're not two anymore, we need to talk about this, you can't just disappear for the whole weekend." "I didn't disappear, I was at mine and Franks apartment and what's the fucking point in talking to you about anything because no matter what I fucking say you don't fucking care, it's what you say goes and fuck everyone else and it's not fair and I fucking hate it here." By the end I am yelling and I stand up, shoving my chair back and storming out of the room and grabbing my bag off the floor in the hall, leaving the house and slamming the door behind me. I spend the whole morning at school pissed off and upset, glaring at anyone who looks at me and by lunch my anger has faded into sadness and I feel broken. I sit in the corner of the cafeteria, hunched over my sketch book when Mikey comes over and sits opposite me and I look up, seeing pity and concern on his face. "Gee are you alright?" I stare at him, not knowing what to say and he sighs before reaching out and resting his hand over mine. "It'll work out." "I don't want to wait another five months until I'm eighteen or for graduation, he's being so fucking unfair Mikes and I hate him." Mikey sighs and doesn't say anything, not sure what to say to me and he eats in silence while I start sketching Franks face again. After school I go to the apartment, letting myself in with the key Frank gave me and he still has an hour before he finishes for the day so I drop my bag off, going into the bedroom and finding a scarf, the weather outside turned freezing, before I leave again, heading down to apply for jobs, applying at the comic book store, the smoothie store and three record stores. By the time I'm done Frank should be home so I head back to the apartment and when I walk through the door he launches himself on me, kissing me breathless before pulling away and asking "Where you been baby?" "Job hunting." Frank smiles wide and says "Yeah? How'd it go?" "Alright, I think the comic store is interested so hopefully I'll hear something back." Frank takes my hand and leads me into the living room and we sit on the couch together, talking about his day and mine inbetween kisses while I ignore my phone constantly buzzing on the table, dad's name flashing on the screen.

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