My Everything.

He threw a chair at me and I fell. So in return, I pushed him against the coffee table.
"IM TIRED OF YOUR SHIT, FRANK!!" He yelled. He got back up and pushed my against the book shelf. I instinctively threw books at him, and he punched me again.
"IM SICK OF YOURS!!" I yelled back, pulling him and spun him around to the other glass shelf. He hit it pretty hard and I ran into the kitchen. Once he got up, he followed me. I was cornered.
"DONT YOU EVER FUCKING QUESTION MY FUCKING AUTHORITY, YOU IGNORANT, FUCKING BITCH!!" He pulled my arm and I hit the fridge, with a few cereal boxes and magnets hitting my head and shoulder.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, GERARD! YOURE CRAZY!!" I was breathing heavily and so was he.
"This is all your fault." he walked into his room. I slowly got up and went to the living room and sat on the couch. I couldn't hear anything coming from the house. Just the occasional movement coming from the room but that was it.
the living room looks thrashed, like after a wild party, but...there has been worse times...I should probably clean this so he doesn't yell at me for that too. I fixed the leg on the coffee table with some duct tape and also put the books back on the shelf beside the fact that my chest and face we're hurting like mad. He could've broken a bone, but it wouldn't be the first time. He'd hurt me a thousand times before and I doubt this would be the last. I just, don't have the guts to leave.
I was almost done picking up the glass pieces, and throwing them away. There wasn't much, and it was pretty easy. Just the blood on the kitchen floor from my knuckles. They were bloody and now bruised, and I tried not to look at them much.
It took an hour to clean everything, and it wasn't bad. I started doing the dishes and letting my tears dry on my cheeks. I couldn't help but cry...
Gerard isn't the same. He used to be always happy and cheerful, and he'd always sing to me, but now... He's different. Why did he hurt me? Ugh. I tend to ask myself this question, but yet, no answer. Just the sound of my hiccup-cry.
"Frank?" I heard a voice ask. I turned around and he gave me a towel. I looked down at it, but he didn't let go. Instead, he lifted it up to my face and wiped my tears, which is something I'd never expected. "I'm sorry." He said softly. I sighed and looked up at him. He has a bruise on his cheek and dried blood coming down from his nose.
"Gerard..." I sniffled.
"Frankie, I shouldn't of hit you. It was wrong of me, and I'll never do it again." He hugged me but I denied it.
"Gee, I'm not sure if I want to forgive you. You said you'd never hit me the last time. And, I don't think we should be together anymore." He looked down at me, and started tearing up.
"Don't do this. No, don't. PLEASE, don't. I love you, and I'd do anything for you and I'm sorry." He grabbed my hands, which...still hurt.
"And I'm sorry. This isn't all tour fault, I just need some time to think. We should take a break and meet other people." I said, still making direct eye contact.
"I love you Frank Iero, and I'm your boyfriend, I got you everything! This house, a car, a-"
"Gee, I know, but I'm not sure if I can stand anymore of this." He looked down, and I stared at his lips. He couldn't say anything else...his mouth was parted and I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't.
"Frankie, I need you. You're my everything. I have a temper and you know that...but I'm sorry."
"It's okay...I love you. And I'll always love you...." He looked up at me and smiled. "Always." I slowly leaned in and kissed him gently. He put his hands on my waist and I wrapped mine around his waist. The kiss got deeper and he set me on the counter and moved his hands down to my ass. I pulled up his shirt and lifted it over his head. He did the same with mine and I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants.
"I love you too Frankie."

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