TIME LASPE

I was back at the same shitty hell. Except I was hand in hand with smeone that made my life less shitty. I sighed realizing I would have to endure a whole 6 hours of tourture. Gently i squeezed Gerards hand and caressed his prominet knuckles. The past weeks had seemed like a dream. He had made me feel beautiful and less shameful about my body. The reality behind it all was that i did love Gerard. He made me feel something. The small actions of affection kicked my heart into overdrive. My face grew hot at the thought of how alive he made me feel over the previous weekend. I ducked my head and tried to cover the blush with my supposed “soft” hair. I attempted to ignore the harsh whispers of my classmates. I leaned closer to Gerard to seek the comfort i needed. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. He smoothly pulled my body closer to his. I relished the proximity and heat radiating from his body. I glanced up at his handsome face. He regarded my glance and focused his eyes to mine. A smile curled onto his lips.
Eventually we had reached my locker. I sighed deeply , well - informed I had to go on my own devices from here. Soft fingers curled around my chin , and turned my face so i was eye to eye with Gerard. He lent down and brushed his lips against mine , softly. I breathed out heavily and kissed him back.
“Have a wonderful day ill see you at the end of the day , I love you.” My heart melted at the words and it felt as the hallway had heated up.
“I love you too , Gerard.” he smiled and kissed me again before walking down the hallway. I turned on my heel and started walking to my first period class. Just as i got to the door a hand clamped down on my mouth , yanking me backward. Panic and fear swirled and crashed in my veins. My skin was prickling to the touch of my attacker’s hand. I whimpered when the person dragged me backwards , ignoring my thrashing.
“You ugly ass faggot..” The schools quarterback , Jake , threw my to the ground , kicking my stomach. I winced and tried to get up, only to be kicked back down. He straddled me and punched my face. I felt a warm liquid seep from my nose. The pain was stinging and flashbacks of Gerard beating me infitrated my brain. I started to cry as Jake’s face flashed to Gerards.
“you fucking pussy are so ugly , how does he even look at you?” He puncuated his sentence with a final punch. Agony seeped from my pores , I felt myself drowning in my sorrow again. I lied there crying , my heart aching for Gerard. How could he put up with me? At that point guilt filled my heart. I was a burden , to everyone. I completely ignored the blood and tears staining my favorite shirt. Why did i deserve this? I did nothing , I couldnt even fight back I was so pathetic. All i wanted to do was sleep. At times like this I sleep in substitution to being dead. So i closed my eyes and let the pain slowly subside along with my consinousness.

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When I woke up I was surrounded by pillows and covered with a blanket. It would have been peaceful , but the sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. I slowly sat up , ignoring the pain straining my body. The screams of agony and objects being thrown where outside of the room. I slowly got out of Gerard and I’s bed and followed the sounds. A loud crash reverberated into my ears followed by a string of curses. I opened the office door across the hall to reveal Gerard. He stood in the middle of a destroyed office. The desk and been flipped over which objects strewn across the room. Paper fluttering in mid air , and the mirror that stood next to the bookself had been smashed. His back was to me and he seemed rigid and tense. I studied his body and realized his knuckles where scabbed and bleeding. He was breathing heavily and his hands where curled into tight fists.
“Gerard?” i called out to him softly. He froze and slowly turned around , when i met his eyes he looked hostile. He look to steps towards me then looked down at me. His features visibly softened. I speculated his face then hesitantly took his hands , frowning at the bloodied knuckles.
“Why did you do this?” i quietly asked , my eyes never leaving his cut up hands.
“Because I was angry I didn’t protect you..” His voice was hoarse from the screaming he’d done while destroying the room. I sighed and looked up at him , tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
I leaned up and kissed him tenderly , mostly afraid I had done the wrong thing. His body relaxed even more and he pulled me to him. I slipped my fingers up his chest. Gently I rubbed the nape of his neck in a comforting manner. I wasn’t worth all of this destruction and I most definetly not worth the cuts on his knuckles. Timidly I pulled away , still rubbing his neck , attempting to soothe him.
“Its oka-” he sharply cut me off.
“Its not okay Frank..when i found you..I couldn’t.” His voice broke , then he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.
“I just..I just love you so much.” He mumbled into my neck , holding me tighter to him. The vibrations of his words sent shivers down my spine. The guilt became a heavier weight on my shoulders , i was the reason of his distraught nature. I whimpered and held him close , afraid I would hurt him anymore.

Notes

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sorry if its bad or theres errors , i had minimal time to re-read this.
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