You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 10.
You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 10
"Tell me Gerard." Mikey spoke through gritted teeth, glaring down at my slouching figure.
"It's ... it's complicated Mikey ..." I started, confused where I thought I was going with the point.
"I don't care how complicated it is, I don't care if you have to defy the bloody laws of physics to explain it to me just do it." his voice was cold and emotionless.
"I'm 17." Frank piped up from his place in the doorway of the kitchen. I looked up, worried at first that Mikey was going to launch his fist into either mine or Frank's (or even both) faces ... instead he simply stood there, his eyes glazed over with horror. After a short period of silence I thought it would be best to simply tell him the full truth rather then just parts of it.
"I'm his teacher." I looked down, suddenly ashamed. I'd felt this feeling before but never this strong ... before it had merely been for throwing bottles at walls or calling people stupid, horrible names, this time ... this time it was far worse. Placing his hands over his face Mikey began to mumble the word "no" over and over again until he sounded like a broken record.
"What have you done Gerard?" He whispered, looking up with his shame filled eyes at me.
"I fell in love Mikey ... I can't help who I fell in love with." I spoke calmly, trying not to sound annoyed or angry with my sibling.
"Do you want me to go?" Frank mumbled from his place leaning against the kitchen doorway, his face beginning to grow red slightly with embarrassment and possibly shame also.
"No." I responded quickly ... maybe too quickly.
"Yes." Mikey muttered, glaring at Frank to make him feel even more uncomfortable then he already did.
"You're staying Frank. We're sorting this out now." I stood up straight from my place leaning against the kitchen counter and took Frank's hand whilst walking into the living room. "Mikey! Come on, we're dealing with this here and now - no diva fits either." As I sat down, I pulled Frank down next to me but so that he was the furthest away from Mikey. My brother rarely got angry but if he decided to suddenly turn nasty, I didn't want Frank to be near him, I'd rather it be me in the firing line.
"Gerard ... I'm sorry but what is there to say? You slept with an underage kid, and just to make it even worse, you're his bloody teacher!" Mikey's hands began to wave frantically around the air in front of him as he paused in the living room doorway - not the place I had been hoping he would have sat.
"Not for much longer though, just a few more months and we'll be fine." Frank muttered, looking down and away from Mikey.
"Look, no offence intended here kid but you're just that, a kid ... you don't understand how much this could screw up my brothers life." Mikey hissed at him; I could hear the venom in his voice.
"Mikey. Just, shut up. You don't get ... I don't think you ever will. I love Frank, wether he's underage or not, wether I'm his teacher or not - I love him. Nothing's going to change that so don't try thinking of some great speech or some bitchy rant to scare us apart. It's not going to work." I spoke calmly to my surprise, I thought I would've been less relaxed about the situation then I was if I was totally honest. Mikey stared at me before striding up and grabbing my collar; lifting me up from the sofa. Considering his thin posture and scrawny arms didn't look very menacing, Mikey could be quite scary at times.
"Shut up Gerard. You don't love him. You think you do but you don't okay? That love ... it's wrong ... it's twisted and warped. I'm not letting you turn into something you're not Gerard, you're not gay! You're not this thing! You're my brother! You're supposed to be fucking hot girls not sorry ass hormonal guys!" Mikey screeched in my face. I looked at him; confusion masking my face. I thought he'd accepted the fact that I was gay? I knew he wasn't a big fan but I never thought he was like this. I never thought he was homophobic.
"Mikey ... what the fuck ... I'm gay! I've always been gay! What the hell? I thought you were okay with it!" I yelled back at him, struggling to get out of his grip and failing meaning I was left to hover about a foot and a half from the floor. Pain. That's all I felt. My nose was throbbing. Looking around dazed I realised what had happened; Mikey had punched me in the face. My brother had just punched me because I'd told him yet again that I'm gay. The pain was back - he'd hit me again.
"Stop it!" I heard Frank scream from next to me. At some point he'd leapt up and tried his best to pry Mikey's fingers away from my collar but obviously failed. As soon as I felt Frank's hands brush my neck and against Mikey's hand I felt my sibling flinch and drop me to the flood; reeling back in disgust that Frank had touched him. "Gerard! Gerard? Are you okay?" Frank whispered in a quick voice, stroking my cheeks and kissing my hands softly. Eventually I realised that I had fallen to the floor and that Mikey was stood in the corner of the living room staring at myself and Frank in pure disgust.
"You're wrong Gerard, you're not." He whispered before bolting out of the living room, through the front door and down the path away from the house.
"Mikey! Mikey come back!" Knowing that he would not reply I still shouted after my younger brother.
"Gerard you're bleeding!" Frank whispered in a hushed voice - still stroking my cheek.
"I'm fine," I whispered, "are you okay?" I asked, looking up at Frank's flushed red face and into his worry filled eyes.
"I'm fine Gerard." Frank whispered, pulling me into a strong embrace before kissing my cheek. "What's up with Mikey?" He asked slowly and cautiously. I paused before answering.
"Honestly? I have no fucking clue." I muttered, standing up slowly to shut the front door and grab some painkillers from the kitchen.
"Well, ignore him ... he's wrong. You're not wrong Gerard," he whispered softly into my ear as I swallowed two small, white tablets with a glass of water, "you're mine, and that makes you perfect." He turned me around and pulled my face to his - careful to avoid the bloody mess that was my nose as he kissed me.
Chapter 10
"Tell me Gerard." Mikey spoke through gritted teeth, glaring down at my slouching figure.
"It's ... it's complicated Mikey ..." I started, confused where I thought I was going with the point.
"I don't care how complicated it is, I don't care if you have to defy the bloody laws of physics to explain it to me just do it." his voice was cold and emotionless.
"I'm 17." Frank piped up from his place in the doorway of the kitchen. I looked up, worried at first that Mikey was going to launch his fist into either mine or Frank's (or even both) faces ... instead he simply stood there, his eyes glazed over with horror. After a short period of silence I thought it would be best to simply tell him the full truth rather then just parts of it.
"I'm his teacher." I looked down, suddenly ashamed. I'd felt this feeling before but never this strong ... before it had merely been for throwing bottles at walls or calling people stupid, horrible names, this time ... this time it was far worse. Placing his hands over his face Mikey began to mumble the word "no" over and over again until he sounded like a broken record.
"What have you done Gerard?" He whispered, looking up with his shame filled eyes at me.
"I fell in love Mikey ... I can't help who I fell in love with." I spoke calmly, trying not to sound annoyed or angry with my sibling.
"Do you want me to go?" Frank mumbled from his place leaning against the kitchen doorway, his face beginning to grow red slightly with embarrassment and possibly shame also.
"No." I responded quickly ... maybe too quickly.
"Yes." Mikey muttered, glaring at Frank to make him feel even more uncomfortable then he already did.
"You're staying Frank. We're sorting this out now." I stood up straight from my place leaning against the kitchen counter and took Frank's hand whilst walking into the living room. "Mikey! Come on, we're dealing with this here and now - no diva fits either." As I sat down, I pulled Frank down next to me but so that he was the furthest away from Mikey. My brother rarely got angry but if he decided to suddenly turn nasty, I didn't want Frank to be near him, I'd rather it be me in the firing line.
"Gerard ... I'm sorry but what is there to say? You slept with an underage kid, and just to make it even worse, you're his bloody teacher!" Mikey's hands began to wave frantically around the air in front of him as he paused in the living room doorway - not the place I had been hoping he would have sat.
"Not for much longer though, just a few more months and we'll be fine." Frank muttered, looking down and away from Mikey.
"Look, no offence intended here kid but you're just that, a kid ... you don't understand how much this could screw up my brothers life." Mikey hissed at him; I could hear the venom in his voice.
"Mikey. Just, shut up. You don't get ... I don't think you ever will. I love Frank, wether he's underage or not, wether I'm his teacher or not - I love him. Nothing's going to change that so don't try thinking of some great speech or some bitchy rant to scare us apart. It's not going to work." I spoke calmly to my surprise, I thought I would've been less relaxed about the situation then I was if I was totally honest. Mikey stared at me before striding up and grabbing my collar; lifting me up from the sofa. Considering his thin posture and scrawny arms didn't look very menacing, Mikey could be quite scary at times.
"Shut up Gerard. You don't love him. You think you do but you don't okay? That love ... it's wrong ... it's twisted and warped. I'm not letting you turn into something you're not Gerard, you're not gay! You're not this thing! You're my brother! You're supposed to be fucking hot girls not sorry ass hormonal guys!" Mikey screeched in my face. I looked at him; confusion masking my face. I thought he'd accepted the fact that I was gay? I knew he wasn't a big fan but I never thought he was like this. I never thought he was homophobic.
"Mikey ... what the fuck ... I'm gay! I've always been gay! What the hell? I thought you were okay with it!" I yelled back at him, struggling to get out of his grip and failing meaning I was left to hover about a foot and a half from the floor. Pain. That's all I felt. My nose was throbbing. Looking around dazed I realised what had happened; Mikey had punched me in the face. My brother had just punched me because I'd told him yet again that I'm gay. The pain was back - he'd hit me again.
"Stop it!" I heard Frank scream from next to me. At some point he'd leapt up and tried his best to pry Mikey's fingers away from my collar but obviously failed. As soon as I felt Frank's hands brush my neck and against Mikey's hand I felt my sibling flinch and drop me to the flood; reeling back in disgust that Frank had touched him. "Gerard! Gerard? Are you okay?" Frank whispered in a quick voice, stroking my cheeks and kissing my hands softly. Eventually I realised that I had fallen to the floor and that Mikey was stood in the corner of the living room staring at myself and Frank in pure disgust.
"You're wrong Gerard, you're not." He whispered before bolting out of the living room, through the front door and down the path away from the house.
"Mikey! Mikey come back!" Knowing that he would not reply I still shouted after my younger brother.
"Gerard you're bleeding!" Frank whispered in a hushed voice - still stroking my cheek.
"I'm fine," I whispered, "are you okay?" I asked, looking up at Frank's flushed red face and into his worry filled eyes.
"I'm fine Gerard." Frank whispered, pulling me into a strong embrace before kissing my cheek. "What's up with Mikey?" He asked slowly and cautiously. I paused before answering.
"Honestly? I have no fucking clue." I muttered, standing up slowly to shut the front door and grab some painkillers from the kitchen.
"Well, ignore him ... he's wrong. You're not wrong Gerard," he whispered softly into my ear as I swallowed two small, white tablets with a glass of water, "you're mine, and that makes you perfect." He turned me around and pulled my face to his - careful to avoid the bloody mess that was my nose as he kissed me.
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