Can I Love You?

Gerard's POV

I have to get there. I have to get there, I HAVE to ge... Fuck, bitch cut me up, doesn't she know I'm in a hurry? SHIT, red light.......COME ON...... Yes, green.... Two more blocks, nearly there... Oh God, oh God... Don't let me be too late...
Pulling up outside our run down, piece of shit house, I didn't bother to park, I just jumped out and slammed the door shut, before charging up the front steps and in the front door, dad never DOES lock it, especially when he's off his head, which is like, ALWAYS.
Slamming the door behind me, I followed the sounds of screams, crying, and fists meeting flesh, until I reached the living room. Shit, I feel sick. Micha is down already, out cold from what I can see of her from a glance, and Mikeys not far behind, curled up on the ground, dad's hulking figure leaning over him, thumping his fists into my brothers body.
"STOP!!" I yelled as I finally regained the use of my legs, and charged across the room at him.
Now, he may be drunk off his head, and probably high as a kite to boot, but that fuckers fast, and my GOD he's strong, so when I leap onto his back, punching and kicking for all I'm worth, he barely even registers my existence. I can just about see Mikey around this bastards wide shoulders, and he doesn't look good, in fact, I think he just passed out. I'm pretty proud of him lasting as long as he did, not so sure I would've. But now, dad's full attention turns to me.
The man's twice my size, and I'm losing my grip now, so it becomes an easy task for him to throw me off, and he does, LITERALLY throw me off, actually, he throws me halfway across the room, and I crash through a glass coffee table, my head striking the metal supporting leg.
Fuck, everything's going a little dark, my heads spinning, and I have pins and needles running all up my left side... and now he's coming for me again, and I can't move, I can't fight back, I can't even think straight... And he's got me by the throat...and he's squeezing...and...and...shit.....help...p.l.e.a.s.e.........
Out of the corner of my eye, just before the darkness takes me down, I think I see a movement, a figure, approaching dad from behind, something in their hand. My scrambled mind and blurred vision, mean that I can't really see who it is. All I can make out, is that it's a boy, and he's quite short...cou..could it b..be?... "Frank?" I mouth the word, though no sound comes out.
As my lungs burn, and hot tears stream down my pale face, and my eyesight fades to black...I hear a voice, screaming my name, I just hope I get the chance to answer.

Notes

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