You're only mine!...(edited)

Gee awoke to a familiar pain as C.B hauled him to his knees by his hair.

"Get up and fix my breakfast, you little shit."

He spat before throwing the younger man roughly to the floor and stalking away to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Gee whimpered, pulling himself shakily to his feet, then stumbled through to the kitchen. His head was banging and he wanted more than anything to get out of there. Despite his fears for the school day ahead of him, his worries over who might be missing, he'd still rather be there than here.

C.B had a thing for porridge before he went to work, so Gee set about boiling the oats in water. While they were simmering, he made C.B his morning coffee and placed it on the table along with the post that had dropped through the letterbox moments before.

By the time C.B appeared in the doorway, Gee was serving his porridge, with lots of milk and brown sugar, and setting it beside his coffee. C.B smirked.

"Hope the coffee's hot..."

He took his place at the table, glancing over at Gee as he cowered, still naked (the way C.B insisted he be) against the counter.

"Go get dressed..."

He ordered.

"We leave in ten."

Then he started on his meal, ignoring Gee and the fact that he hadn't eaten, as the younger man nodded and quickly headed for the bedroom.

Gee had just one drawer of clothes, all cast offs, second hand and cheep, whereas C.B wore expensive Armani suits and hand-made silk ties. It wasn't that Gee wanted all that designer shit, but he would like some new clothes now and then.

Sighing at his limited choice, he pulled out his black skinny jeans...C.B had apparently put them away after stripping the younger man the previous night...a clean pair of boxers and a plain, long sleeved grey top.

After pulling on his underpants and skinnies, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Half way through the process, C.B stepped in behind him, a murderous look in his eyes. Gee gulped nervously, looking to the floor.

Suddenly, he'd been turned around and slammed backwards against the washbasin, his toothbrush dropping to the floor from numb fingers and a yelp of pain flying from his lips.

"The coffee was cold."

C.B hissed in his face, before drawing his fist back and slamming it hard into the frightened boy's stomach. Gee doubled over, tears spilling from his eyes.

"S-sorry."

He coughed quietly as his knees threatened to give way. C.B scoffed.

"Get dressed..."

He said coldly as he walked away.

Gee took a second to compose himself, then rinsed the toothpaste from his mouth and returned to the bedroom. C.B was not there. Pulling on his top, Gee headed through to the living room where the older man was waiting, keys in hand and a scowl on his face.

"Get in the car."

He growled, opening the front door and pressing the alarm-off button on his car key. Jumping slightly, Gee complied.

The drive to work was tense and silent, Gee pressing himself against the door, as far from the other man as he could get, his thoughts roaming from- who will be missing?...to- I can't wait to see Frank. Chewing nervously on his lip, Gee watched as the school building loomed into view.

"Get out..."

C.B grunted as he parked in his named parking spot, then grabbed Gee's arm forcibly, causing the younger man to wince.

"Not a word about last night, you hear me?..."

Gee nodded, trying to force back tears.

"To anyone!"

Gee promised that he wouldn't tell, then climbed from the vehicle, closed the door and hurried away to his classroom. First period, Frank's class. Just the thought made a small smile tug at the corner of Gee,s lips. The boy was stunning, and sweet too. And when he'd gotten excited...Wow!

Gee knew that nothing could ever happen between them, Frank was a student, and he was a teacher after all...plus there was the fact that he belonged to C.B, and he had no idea how to change that. He was trapped, but the thought of what he'd like to do with Frank, what he'd like Frank to do to him...well, that was enough to give him a boner that would last him the whole damn day. He'd really have to try to think of something else.

Sat at his desk, daydreaming about Frank, Gee barely noticed as the teenagers started to file into his room. When the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class, Gee looked up to see all the glum faces staring back at him, clearly not wanting to be here.

Taking a moment to look around, Gee realised that there were three empty seats...ones that had been occupied yesterday...and his heart dropped. Shit, it had been a student. Then his heart actually stopped...one of the missing kids, was Frank.

"Um...Good morning class..."

Gee murmured, trying to stay calm in the face of his fear.

.Right, err...attendance. Right..."

He could feel the tears start to sting his eyes.

"I err...I'll be right back..."

And with that he turned and practically ran from the room, leaving a class (mostly) full of confused teenagers to stare after him.

Panting and sobbing, Gee dashed down the hallway and into the nearest boys' washroom.

"Nononononononono."

He chanted, sliding down the wall and onto the dirty floor. With his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, he buried his face and cried.

Three students were missing from his class, and from a cursory glance he'd quickly determined that they were Frank, Patrick, and Pete. Of course, there was no guarantee that one of them was the mystery person from the car park, but it seemed to him a huge coincidence if it wasn't. And what if it was Frank?...not that the other two were any less important or anything...but...Frank.

Gee was quickly falling apart and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His whole life was a nightmare, a lie perpetrated by a monster and he could only think of one way out. Today, somehow, he would end this. Today, Gerard Way will die.

"FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

Frank's alarm failed to go off, again. And now he was late, like really late, like...'Maybe I shouldn't even bother to go in today'...kind of late. *sigh*

He couldn't skip. Not only was it the second day of his last school year, but he actually wanted to go. Weird right? And it couldn't possibly have anything to do with his art teacher, could it?...of course it fucking could!

Scarfing down a pop tart and pulling on his favourite hoodie and Vans, Frank grabbed his keys and legged it out the door and down the road toward school.

It was only a few blocks before he reached the gates of hell, but by that time he'd already missed his entire first lesson. He'd missed art...FUCK!

The bell rang for the end of first period as he skidded through the front doors of the school and raced toward the art room. Yes, he'd missed the class, but he just felt the need to apologise to Gee. Wow, he'd never wanted to say sorry to a teacher for being late before. Guess this guy really got to him.

As he arrived at the open door, he was confused by the fact that the room was already empty. It was only seconds since the bell rang, and not a single student remained. Also, there was no sign of the one person he really wanted to see.

As teens swarmed the hallway behind him, Frank stepped into the classroom. Maybe the teacher was in his supply closet, getting paints or something for his next class? Frank walked over to the closed door and grabbed the handle, only to discover it was locked. Frank frowned. Where the Hell was Gee?

"What are you doing?"

A stern voice said from the classroom door. Frank spun around, eyes going wide as he saw the principal staring daggers at him across the room. He really disliked that man.

"Oh I err...I was looking for Gee, I mean, Mr. Way..."

He quickly corrected himself, knowing how strict and formal Mr. Bennington could be. He saw a flash of anger in the older man's eyes before he composed himself.

"I got in late and I wanted to apologise, and check if there was any homework."

The principal frowned as his eyes studied the boy before him, he was sure it was the same boy who had stayed to talk to Gerard yesterday.

"Well, he's clearly not here..."

Where the fuck was that little shit?

"So you better get to your next class. Where are you supposed to be now?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked arrogantly down his nose at the slightly shorter than average boy.

"Err...math?"

Frank wasn't sure why he'd made it sound like a question, he knew exactly where he should be right now...didn't mean he was actually going there of course.

"Then get a move on."

The officious asshole spat at him. Frank swallowed hard then headed out the door, squeezing past the principal who stubbornly refused to move.

"Yessir."

He mumbled, then walked briskly down the corridor and around the corner. Math was the absolute last place Frank wanted to go, so he decided on a smoke in the boys' toilets instead. Digging the crumpled half-full pack from his pocket, Frank pushed open the mens' room door. As he took his first step inside, letting the door swing shut behind him, he froze in his tracks, eyes widening in shock. What the...? This could not be happening.

Sat on the floor, in the corner furthest from the door, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head buried in his arms, was Mr. Way. Frank held his breath.

The older man didn't appear to have heard him and Frank considered backing out and going on his way...until he heard the quiet, desperate sobs coming from the distressed figure, and decided that he just couldn't leave. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Frank stepped forward.

"Gee?"

He murmured, quietly. Suddenly the young teacher's head snapped up, his eyes growing wide and his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

"F-F-Frank?..."

The teenager dropped to his knees in front of the shocked man.

"You're...y-you're...ok?"

His voice shook as he stared at the teen. Frank frowned, unsure why the man before him would think he was anything other than ok.

"Err...yes?..."

Confusion turned his reply into a question.

"Are you ok?..."

Gee whimpered, lifting his hands and trying to hide his tear-stained face. Frank sighed, not knowing what to do.

"Should I like, get someone?..."

He tried. When he got no response, he continued.

"I saw Mr. Bennington a minute ago..."

He trailed off as Gee lowered his hands and stared, terrified at the boy.

"No?"

The look had already answered his query.

"I'm...I'm...o-ok."

Gee stuttered out, trying to regain his composure, and failing miserably.

"Yeah, I can see that..."

Frank muttered sarcastically.

"Come on, talk to me. I won't bite."

Unless you want me to, SHUT UP FRANK!

The older man sobbed quietly. How could he explain that he thought C.B had hurt someone? That he'd hurt him, just cause he hadn't been in class? His relationship with the principle wasn't even public knowledge, what could he possibly say?

"I...I thought..."

He shook his head and pulled roughly on his hair.

"You weren't here."

His voice became a whisper. Frank gasped. This was about him?

"Gee?..."

Out of nowhere, Gee threw himself forward into Frank's arms, the younger man only just managing to catch him, preventing them from both tumbling to the ground as Gee clung to Frank's hoodie and wailed pitifully. What the...?

"Uh...Gee?"

After a couple of minutes of the hysterical teacher sobbing and whimpering into Frank's chest, he finally started to pull himself together. Taking deep breaths, he carefully removed himself from his student's comforting arms.

Fuck! That was so unprofessional.

"Frank..."

He kept his head down. He couldn't even look at him.

"Frank, I'm so sorry..."

No reply...Shitshitshit! Slowly Gee lifted his face toward the boy he was pretty sure he was falling for, and was stunned to see the huge grin waiting for him.

"Frank?"

Frank giggled. He actually fucking giggled! Like, what the fuck?

"You feelin' better now Gee?"

"Frank I..."

"Forget it Gee. We all have bad days sometimes..."

Frank smiled, reaching over without even thinking and tucking the older boy's hair behind his ear.

"I mean, I know I have days when I just need a hug."

Gee smiled shyly as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"But you're a student Frank...I shouldn't have. It was wrong of me..."

He sighed deeply.

"I'm s..."

He didn't get a chance to finish apologising again, as suddenly, Frank's lips were pressed to his.

Gee's eyes bugged out and his hands waved uselessly in the air as Frank held his face still and kissed him hard. Oh. My. God!

It took Gee several long seconds for his brain to catch on to what was happening, and by that time, Frank had let go and sat back.

"I better get to class..."

Frank grinned, grabbing his bag off the floor.

"See you later Gee...."

Then he stood and headed toward the door, before turning back and winking at the stupefied teacher.

"Bye."

And then he disappeared out the door.

Gee sat in a stunned silence for a good ten minutes, before shaking himself out of it and pulling himself to his feet.

"Well, that happened."

A smile spread across his face. He didn't really want to be a teacher anyway. One big problem though, he still belonged to C.B...and as Gee opened the door to leave the mens' room, the smile dropped from his face as he was met by a thoroughly pissed looking C.B.

His eyes grew like saucers and his mouth opened and closed, fish like.

He backed up as the older man advanced on him.

"What were you doing in here?"

His voice was low and dangerous.

Gee started to tremble, his knees turning to water as terrified sobs released from his lips.

"I...uh I...w-wasn't f-feeling w-well..."

He stuttered out, tears making hot tracks down his colourless cheeks.

"I w-was sick."

"Really? Aww, baby..."

For the tiniest of moments, Gee had hope that C.B believed him, and that he'd show some kind of sympathy, or mercy. But then...

*WHACK!*

Gee's head was thrown back by the force of the punch to his jaw, his teeth snapping closed on the tip of his tongue, biting clean through the muscle. Blood poured from his mouth as he yelped in fear and pain, stumbling backward, one hand grabbing at the nearest sink for support as the other flew to his face.

"LIAR!..."

C.B screamed as he leaped at Gee, fingers curved like claws towards his throat. Gee couldn't breathe...the hands held tight around his neck, pressing painfully on his windpipe, were preventing even the smallest breath from reaching his lungs.

Clawing desperately at the vice-like digits, his struggles becoming weak as darkness began to close in around him, Gee thought that maybe this was it...maybe C.B would finally kill him, and he'd be free as last. And as his vision blackened, his hands becoming numb and falling to his sides, he really couldn't find it in himself to care.

Gee's body became limp, like a rag doll in the older man's hands.

"I told you..."

C.B spat, though Gee couldn't hear him now.

"You're only mine. He can't have you..."

Then he dropped Gee's lifeless body to the bathroom floor and delivered a final, hard, sharp kick to his ribs.

"Lesson over!"

The principal turned and walked away, he didn't bother to look back.

Frank knew there wasn't much point in going to any of his classes today, it's not like he'd be able to concentrate on the work or anything. He'd kissed his teacher! Fuck! He knew this could end really badly, but my God...those lips!

Slipping into the silent library, Frank took a seat in the back corner and pulled out his note book and pen. If he couldn't stop thinking about Gee, (and he definitely couldn't) then he'd put his perverted little mind to good use, and draw him.

Now Frank never claimed to be a great artist, his talents lay more in the music side of things, but if he put his mind to it he could produce some interesting pictures, like the one he was working on now.

It was a simple black and white image of the moment he'd kissed Gee, with the teacher's eyes wide in shock and his hands flapping, while Frank gripped the front of the older boy's shirt to hold him still. It wasn't a masterpiece, but as Frank penned the last line of the drawing, he couldn't help but feel proud...and really horny.

Groaning quietly, Frank closed the book and slid it back into his bag.

"Show me that."

A stern voice said from behind him. Frank jumped, yelping in surprise and spinning to see who'd spoken. Standing there with his hand on his hip was one of the people he least wanted to see right now.

"Pete!...fuck man, you scared the shit outta me."

Frank whisper/shouted (it was a library, after all) and clutched his hand dramatically to his chest, feigning a heart attack. Pete giggled and flopped into the chair next to his friend.

"We need to talk Frank."

He murmured, a serious look taking over from his cheeky grin. Frank had known this moment would come ever since he walked out of the mens' room the previous day, he'd just hoped he would have a bit longer to think things through first.

"O-ok."

He croaked, staring down at his hands.

Suddenly Pete was laughing loud and obnoxious, and the librarian was shushing him with an angry scowl from across the room. Frank, was confused.

Tears of laughter ran down Pete's cheeks as he looked at his bewildered friend. After a minute or two, during which Pete could barely breath, let alone talk because he was laughing so hard, he finally calmed himself to a wide grin and the odd, stifled giggle. Frank was frowning at him...I mean what the fuck was so funny?

"Frank..."

Pete began, trying not to burst out laughing again.

"...about yesterday..."

Frank cringed, even though he already knew that this would be the topic up for discussion. He nodded for Pete to continue.

"You've been avoiding me, haven't you...since what we did?..."

Frank nodded again, slouching further down in his hard plastic seat, refusing to look at his best friend.

"Frank? Look at me?...please?..."

Frank slowly raised his tomato-red face toward the other boy. Pete frowned slightly then sighed, shaking his head and taking Frank's hand in his.

"It's ok Frank. I didn't want things to be awkward between us..."

Pete grinned at him.

"It's not like I was cheating or anything."

Frank was pretty sure his chin just hit the floor, like he was some character in an old Saturday morning cartoon. Mentally, he envisioned himself turning a tiny handle behind his left ear, and his elongated jaw winding back up into place.

"Pete..."

He nearly couldn't speak.

"You sucked me off...that was cheating."

Pete shook his head, the grin remaining on his lips.

"No Frank...Pat and I have an...'understanding'."

"And what the fuck does that mean?"

Frank demanded incredulously, his eyebrows rising to new heights as he leaned forward towards his friend.

"It means..."

Pete replied, a smile on his lips.

"...that we only have sex with each other, but hand-jobs and blow-jobs are fair game with anyone..."

He grinned again at Frank's astonished expression.

"Keeps things fresh."

He shrugged. Frank slumped back in his seat and let out a long breath.

"Wow."

He didn't know what else to say.

"So you can stop avoiding me now, ok?"

Pete squeezed Frank's knee, making the younger boy jolt and blush. Frank smiled shakily and nodded.

"Ok...thanks Pete..."

Then he frowned, a thought crossing his mind.

"Does Pat know what we did?"

He whispered.

"Of course..."

Pete said as if it was obvious.

"I told him right after. He thought it was hot, actually."

Frank's eyes bugged out...this would take some getting used to.

"Uh...ok."

Pete smiled at Frank's stunned face and decided to change the subject, cause he wasn't sure his little buddy's heart could take much more of this one.

"So...you gonna show me what you were concentrating so hard on when I came in?"

Confusion flashed in Frank's eyes for a second, then realisation. His eyes grew wide again as he appeared to be trying to swallow his own tongue.

"I...I err..."

Frank sighed deep, knowing that Pete wouldn't let this go now that he'd reacted like he had. Reaching into his messenger bag, Frank pulled out his note book and hugged it to his chest, giving the other boy a critical look.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone..."

Pete nodded his head, grinning like a maniac.

"I mean no one Pete, not even Pat..."

Pete crossed his heart then held up three fingers to signal 'Scouts Honour', though Frank was well aware that his friend had never been a Scout in his life. Frank sighed deeply, then passed the book over.

"It's the last picture."

He mumbled, dropping his head to look at the floor, not sure he wanted to see Pete's reaction. Frank heard the turning of pages, then a soft gasp. He didn't look up.

"Frank..."

Pete breathed.

"Either you have an even better imagination than I thought...or there's something you need to tell me. Which is it?"

Frank could hear the smile in Pete's voice and slowly lifted his head.

"There's um..."

Frank stumbled over his words.

"There's something I need to tell you."

"YES!..."

Pete cheered, drawing a giggle from Frank and a "Shhh" from the librarian.

"I knew it!...tell me all."

Frank sighed. Well, at least Pete wasn't angry at him. Relaxing back in his chair, Frank began to tell his tale.

At around the same time, in a basically unused boys' bathroom just off the art corridor, a quiet groan signalled that it's one occupant was finally regaining consciousness.

Groaning weakly, Gee's eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything hurt. His ribs, probably at least a couple broken. His mouth, the taste of blood sat like iron on his damaged tongue. And his throat...Gee wanted to shout, he wanted to scream but even breathing felt like fire was burning its way down his windpipe.

Sobs of despair wracked his fragile body as he folded in on himself...this couldn't be it...this couldn't be his life.

What happened to the little boy who read comics with his brother and wanted to be a superhero...who wanted to sing and draw and hang with his friends?

Why can't he go back to that?...back to being normal?

Sat there on the mens' room floor, feeling sorry for himself, Gee played back all the things C.B had said to him, so many times now-

"You're useless...You'd be nothing without me...YA HEAR ME? NOTHING!!!..."

Tears slid down his hollow cheeks.

"Fuckin' freak...You're only mine, don't ever forget that...Now, who do you belong to?"

Gee whimpered.

"You."

But that's not who Gee wanted, not who he desired cause even after such a short time, he already knew that it was Frank he was meant to be with, Frank that he somehow already loved.

Pushing himself up off the grimy floor, using a wash basin as somewhat dubious support, Gee paused to clean the blood from his face and some from his top, then after rinsing his mouth with water, headed out to find that cute, sweet boy...with the big heart and the big...well we won't go there...not just yet.

Gee wasn't sure what he would say when he found Frank...but he'd think of something...he just had to find him first. Oh, and avoid running into C.B of course.

Checking the time on one of the many clocks dotted around the school, Gee saw that he hadn't been out all that long, and he knew that the principal wouldn't be in the office right now cause Kat would be working in there, and C.B hated that stuck-up cow...as he called her. Gee liked her.

Cautiously approaching the door to the secretary's office, his eyes darting about nervously, Gee slipped inside and stepped over to the older lady's desk.

"Err...Kat?..."

He murmured, his voice shaking slightly. The red head looked up from her paperwork, the frown on her face turning into a bright smile as she realised who was addressing her.

"Hi Gee...you ok?"

Her smile dropping slightly as she took in the pained look in his eyes. Gee stared at his hands.

"Err, yeah...I'm o-ok..."

He stuttered.

"I just n-need to know where s-someone is."

He lifted his hazel eyes to meet her dark chocolate ones.

"Ok. Well if you're after Mr. B..."

Her little nickname for the principal. Gee's eyes grew wide and he shook his head. Kat laughed.

"Ok, so who are you looking for then?"

Gee glanced behind him at the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway, then turned back to Kat.

"Oh, err...I'm l-looking for a s-student?..."

Kat nodded for him to continue, poising long fingers over her keyboard.

"His name's Frank...Frank Iero."

Kat grinned up at him, then typed the name quickly into her computer. After a moment she cleared her throat and read him the results of her search.

"Ok..."

She said seriously.

"He's supposed to be in Mr. Howard's Religious Studies class right now...but he isn't..."

She tapped a few more keys then grinned again.

"He's in the library...or he was 3 minutes ago, when he used his I.D to get out Stephen King's IT."

Gee smiled wide at his friend. He hadn't known her long, had only met her during the summer break when they'd both been in setting up for the new year, but the connection was instant. They liked the same music and were both into art. Gee loved her almost punk style and they discussed her tattoos for hours on end...talking about use of colour, and what each one meant.

Gee told her that he would like to be an artist, though not a tattoo artist cause he's shit-scared of needles, but that he couldn't cause of this job...and she told him that she was only a secretary so she could make enough money to buy her own tattoo shop.

Kat had been quick to pick up on the nervous young man's 'relationship' with the principal, and once C.B had finally left them to their own devices while he got on with his own preparations, she had wasted no time in quizzing him over it.

Of course, Gee had said nothing.

"Thank you Kat..."

He now said quietly.

"I'll t-try there..."

Waving his fingertips at her, he headed back out the door, stopping only to turn and comment.

"I like y-your hair, by the w-way. It s-suits you red."

He grinned and slipped back into the corridor. On his way to the library, he decided that if he ever did get away from C.B, he'd dye his hair red. The thought made him smile a little, and he was still smiling faintly when he reached the big double doors into the school's large, well-stocked library.

He hadn't spent nearly enough time thinking about what he'd say to Frank, but he just figured he'd wing it.

Pushing the doors quietly open, Gee stepped inside, nodding pleasantly at the librarian, a small woman who looked to be about 100, then began to search the room.

Eventually he reached the back corner, but as he looked around the last stack he found the place to be empty. No Frank! Huh...disappointing.

Returning to the front desk, he asked the old woman if she'd seen the boy...describing him as best he could.

"Yes sweetie..."

She muttered around some sort of boiled sweet.

"He left with his friend a few minutes ago."

Damn, now what was he supposed to do?

"And just who are you looking for?"

A low voice spoke from behind him. Gee froze, his heart practically beating out of his chest. Breath held and eyes wide, colour draining from his already pale face, Gee started to panic. He wouldn't hurt him here, would he?...in front of the school librarian? Though glancing at her now, he realised that she had actually fallen asleep on her desk.

Turning slowly around, pretty sure he was about to die, Gee was more than a little surprised to see Frank standing before him, all big eyes and cheeky grin.

"F-Frank?"

He whispered, mouth suddenly feeling like the floor of the Mojave Desert. Frank giggled.

"Who'd ya think it was...Santa?..."

But Gee didn't laugh, didn't even smile and he looked like he was gonna faint. Frank's grin dropped.

"Gee?...you ok?"

He placed his hand on the teacher's arm. Gee stared down at the very person he'd come here to find, and couldn't even breathe let alone speak.

His head was starting to spin now, the sound of Frank's concerned voice seemed distant and muffled, darkness was closing in on him...and then he was falling...collapsing in a heap on the cheap, rough carpet.

"GEE?...oh God. Gee please, wake up..."

Frantically dropping to his knees at his unconscious teacher's side, tears quickly slipping from his eyes, Frank leaned over Gee's immobile body, checking to see if he was breathing...he was, but his breaths were frighteningly shallow and there was a paleness to his skin that made the younger boy's chest hurt.

Loosening Gee's collar with two fingers, Frank gasped at the hand-print bruises he found beneath.

"Gee?..."

What the Hell was going on? Who'd done this to him?

Frank could hear the librarian snoring on her paperwork, and guessed that she wouldn't be much help. He needed help. Pulling his phone from his pocket with one hand, while feeling for Gee's pulse with the other, Frank called the one person he knew he could count on right now.

As he felt Gee's pulse racing way too fast, he listened to the phone ring, and ring, and ring.

"Fuck!...pick up."

"Frank?"

Sighing with relief, Frank looked down at the man on the floor.

"Pete...I need your help."

Frank took off his hoodie and carefully placed it under his teacher's head as he waited for his friend to return. Pete hadn't stated where he was exactly, just that he wouldn't be long. Feeling Gee's pulse again, Frank was slightly relieved to find that it had slowed down some...that's good right? But his breathing still seemed awfully shallow.

"Gee...come on Gee, wake up or I'm gonna have to call 911."

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Frank looked up expectantly. A moment later the double doors opened...but it wasn't who Frank was anticipating it to be.

"Oh my...what happened?"

Why him? Why did it have to be the fucking Principal? That man hated Frank and the feeling was mutual...so even though he was there helping his art teacher, Mr. Bennington was bound to give him detention, just cause he wasn't in class.

"I...I don't know sir..."

Frank stuttered out, deciding to keep things simple.

"I was just leaving, and he came in and passed out..."

Well...he did!

"Is he ok?"

Frank watched nervously while the older man checked Gee's vitals, frowning slightly.

"Yes...I think so..."

The principal turned cold dark eyes toward Frank.

"Shouldn't you be in class? Isn't this the second time I've caught you today?"

Frank paled and dropped his eyes to the floor guiltily.

"Err...free period sir. I was looking something up for English."

Mr. Bennington didn't look convinced, but his attention was quickly drawn away as a pained moan sounded from the unconscious man on the floor between them.

"Could you go fetch him a glass of water please?"

He asked Frank, not even looking up.

"Yessir."

Frank mumbled, standing to go but not really wanting to leave Gee's side.

Once the boy had slipped out of the library doors, C.B looked quickly around to check if they were alone...and apart from Ms. Coe, the ageing and partially deaf librarian, (who still happened to be asleep, and now drooling) they were.

Grabbing the slowly recovering boy's jaw roughly, C.B got close and hissed in his ear.

"Well, well...found you with him again..."

Suddenly Gee's eyes flashed open, wide with terror.

"Wakey wakey slut..."

Gee whimpered and cowered away.

"He'll be back soon and I want you to say you're fine, that you didn't eat breakfast...or something. Understand?..."

Gee nodded weakly, his eyes dropping to the floor.

"Good, and make it believable you stupid little shit."

C.B spat, throwing the younger man's head back violently. Gee sobbed slightly then pulled himself together and struggled into a sitting position, C.B putting one hand against his back in mock concern and support as Frank returned through the doors, a bottle of water clutched in his hand.

On seeing the young teacher sat up and awake, Frank's grin returned. Opening the bottle, he passed it to Gee.

"Oh, thank God..."

He sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?"

Gee glanced nervously at C.B, then smiled up at the cute boy.

"Yes. Thank you Frank...I forgot breakfast, that's all..."

Then, wanting Frank as far away from his sadistic owner as possible...

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

He hoped the boy wasn't offended. Frank's smile slipped a little...didn't Gee want him there?

"No I...err..."

He stuttered.

"Free period."

He looked down at his shoes, his heart dropping slightly. Gee winced quietly as C.B grasped his arm painfully and hauled him to his feet.

"I'll take care of him now..."

The principal stated, turning hostile eyes Frank's way.

"Why don't you head off to lunch?"

And with that, he dismissed the teen. Frank slumped a bit as he left the room and headed off toward the cafeteria, bumping into Pete as he turned the corner and steering his friend to join him.

"Hey Frank..."

Pete yelped, glancing over his shoulder as he was dragged away.

"Thought you needed me in the library?"

Frank groaned, his heart aching slightly.

"I did..."

He mumbled.

"Now I don't."

Sensing his pal's anguish, Pete fell silent and followed on. Frank would talk when he was ready...til then, it was best to leave him to his thoughts.

Meanwhile...

"Who do you belong to...slut..."

C.B hissed as he threw Gee across an empty classroom.

"WHO?!"

Gee shuddered as he slid down the wall and onto the floor, his nose bleeding profusely and his left eye already swelling shut. He knew the answer, but as the angry older man approached him, hate and violence shining in his midnight black eyes, he found that he just didn't have the strength to reply.

And as C.B began kicking and beating him...it was just a matter of moments before darkness took his mind once again.

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