Can I Love You?

Gerard's POV

I trudged into English nearly an hour late, head down, my mind on M&M. Handing the teacher, a weird little guy in a fedora who introduced himself as Mr. Stump, a note from the nurse explaining my extreme lateness, I was pointed in the direction of a vacant seat by the window, and slumped into the chair, completely unwilling to participate in class, and choosing instead, to stare out to the football field. I'm not exactly interested in football, or sport of ANY kind really, but in that moment, i saw something that DEFINITELY caught my attention. Frank was running across the grass with the tall boy with big hair who'd helped Micha, I'd have to thank him later, and another boy that I didn't recognise. All three were heading towards the fence at the far side, beyond which seemed to be a wooded area, next to the car park, and as they reached it, looking round to make sure there were no teachers observing them, Frank took hold of one of the panels and moved it to the right, allowing the other boys to slip out through the gap, and with one last glance at the school, he followed, swiftly returning the panel to its original position. Sneaky bastard, I shook my head, smiling as he disappeared from sight, well, now I know, I'll have to try that little escape route myself sometime.
As the odd teacher prattled on about the correct use of nouns, or some shit, my mind wandered back to my brother and sister, and what was happening to them right now. They would probably be at home with HIM by now, and just the thought of that made the bile rise to the back of my throat again, and my heart start to race uncontrollably. I was having trouble controlling me breathing, and I was starting to hyperventilate, spots crowding my vision and my short fingernails digging into the wooden top of my desk.
"Mr. Way? ... Mr. Way? Are you ok?... Can you hear me?" I could just make out Mr. Stumps face in front of mine, a concerned look in his green eyes, as my head spun and my eyes rolled back in my head.
When I came to, I found I was back in the nurses office, a cold, wet cloth on my forehead, and a thin blanket laying over my thin body. I was alone, and my messenger bag was sitting on the floor at my side. Perfect! I'm outta here. Throwing the blanket to one side, and the cloth into a bin nearby, I swung my legs off of the bed and carefully stood, cautious of my shaky balance, before snatching up my bag and leaving the room.
I had to get home, I had to know if they were ok.
We had a sort of unspoken rule between us, dad and I, that I would take the worst that he'd dish out, and he'd leave the twins pretty much alone, though that kinda went out the window if I wasn't there, or if dad got hold of J.D, so I had to hurry, I NEEDED to get to them.
Running out the front door of the school, I ignored the voice of the nurse as she screamed at me to return, quickly unlocked the drivers side and climbed in, starting her up and driving, maybe a little too quickly, out of the parking lot, and onto the road home.
As I sped away, I noticed Frank and the other two running along the sidewalk towards the school, and wondered, briefly, why they were headed back, but right now, I had FAR more important things to worry about, like- would my brother and sister still be breathing when I arrived home?
Shit, I hate our dad!

Notes

Geesgirl here,
i just wrote this sitting in a hospital bed :( way too many distractions, so I hope it's ok?
peace out my little chipmunks
<3

i just edited this a bit