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

As Gee hung by his bruised and swollen wrists in the small dark room, drifting in and out of consciousness, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever see the light of day again. If he'd ever taste coffee, or smoke a cigarette again...if he'd ever see Frankie again.

He had no more tears left by the time C.B let him down late Sunday night, telling the thin broken boy to get his "stupid, fat ass" in the shower cause he stank.

Gee couldn't have replied if he wanted to, his voice wrecked from screaming in agony for hours upon hours upon hours. All he could do was nod pathetically, then crawl on his hands and knees into the bathroom.

C.B told him to leave the door open as he settled on the bed with a new book.

It was hard for Gee to turn the shower on, or to reach the disgusting coconut shampoo and body wash that sat on a high shelf next to the shower. He had to stretch up, his shoulders feeling like they were ripping free from his body with each movement, but he knew better than to make a sound or ask for help.

Eventually, he'd managed to get the items he needed and turn the shower on, before sitting slumped against the cold white tiles as the slightly too hot water beat down on his bloodied and ruined skin.

After a while he found a little energy, just enough to wash his hair and body before virtually passing out on the shower floor from exhaustion and pain.

A small click and a lowering of the light coming from the bedroom, and Gee knew that C.B was settling down for the night. He had survived another day...just.

A pained stretch later, and the shower was off again.

Gee pulled his towel down from the rack and dried himself as best he could, his skin blistered and split and sore. He wanted so desperately to just leave, but he knew that if he tried to run and was caught, his punishment would be infinitely worse than what he'd just endured...so he stayed. That's why he always stayed.

Hanging the towel back in its place, Gee crawled through to the darkened bedroom and into his corner, then curled up on his side, thin arms wrapped around thin body, and drifted off to sleep...though "fell unconscious" might be a better description. And luckily, all his dreams were sweet...all filled with a certain little punk kid, who pops amazing boners in class, kisses like he's taking his last breath, and is everything that Gee wants, all tied up in one gorgeous little package...and in these dreams, Frankie is taking him far, far away.

Now...all he needs is for his dreams to come true.

After his unexpected "happy time" with Pete and Patrick, Frank had cleaned himself off and made them all coffees and still had 5 minutes spare before Andy and Joe turned up.

The concert was amazing! The band was incredible and the crowd were fantastic. They had the best time then went back to Pete's for pizzas and beer.

They drank, and drank and drank, got stoned on weed that Joe's cousin had grown in his attic, and ate more junk food than the human body could possibly digest. It was a fucking awesome weekend!

Monday came way too soon!

"Mum...I'm sick. I don't wanna go."

Frank whined, as his mum tried to hurry him out of bed. Linda frowned.

"You're not sick, Frank...you're hungover. Now get your lazy butt out of your pit and jump in the shower...waffles in five."

Then she left his room, apparently to make waffles.

Groaning at the extent of how unfair his life was, Frank stumbled from his bed and into the shower. After a quick wash, in ever so slightly cold water, Frank dressed in his favourite black skinnies that made his ass look hot (even if he did say so himself) and a Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt, then raced down the stairs to eat waffles with his mother. Joy...they were burnt.

Frank ate two overly crispy waffles, with a shit-ton of syrup, then ran back upstairs to finish getting dressed. By the time he was ready to leave, he still had a good 15 minutes spare so he decided to walk slow, and listen to the new album he'd downloaded last night.

As the new music blasted through Frank's earbuds, he was unconcerned by the car that was currently crawling along behind him. It wasn't until the rear door was opened and he was unceremoniously dragged inside that he even knew it was there.

"WHAT THE FUCK?..."

Frank screeched as Pete ruffled his hair and grinned like an idiot from his seat in between Frank on his right, and Patrick on his left.

"You scared the shit outta me."

Huffing, Frank smoothed down his messy black hair.

"Aww..."

Pete whined, leaning his head on Frank's shoulder, only to be pushed off a moment later.

"You love me really."

Frank rolled his eyes dramatically, but was soon joining in with the laughter that filled Joe's crappy yellow car. Pete was right...Frank did love him...as a friend, nothing more...friend with benefits?!

Chatting happily about the concert, it wasn't more than a few short minutes before they pulled into the school's student lot and prepared for another day in Hell.

"Art first Frankie."

Pete teased, wiggling his eyebrows and dodging away from Frank's hand as he tried to clip him around the back of his head. Patrick laughed, apparently in on the joke even though Pete had been sworn to secrecy, but Andy and Joe both looked confused.

"Huh?..."

Andy grunted, looking between his friends.

"What did I miss?"

Frank swatted at Pete one more time, then turned to look at the two who were out of the loop.

"It's nothing."

He grumbled, but was instantly derailed by Pete.

"Frank kissed Mr. Way!"

"PETE!"

And then Frank was chasing him off across the parking lot, howls of laughter coming from his friends behind him.

"Really?"

Joe asked Patrick, who simply grinned and nodded, as they trailed after the still running friends.

After a particularly dull homeroom, they were off to art. Frank fully expected to have the piss taken out of him, all lesson long...that didn't happen...not when a black and blue Gee Way limped into the room. No, no one felt like laughing then. Everyone fell quickly silent.

"Good morning class..."

Gee's voice trembled slightly and his eyes seemed permanently fixed in the floor as he dropped into his seat with a noticeable wince of pain.

"Today I'd like you all to draw something that makes you happy..."

He paused, glancing up at the unnaturally quiet teenagers.

"Well you know where everything is, get on with it."

Frank wanted to go over there and ask what the Hell happened, but he couldn't do that in front of a room full of students. As everyone got up to collect paper and pencils from the supply closet at the back of the room, Frank remained seated and watched Gee as he appeared to be fending off the first stages of a panic attack. Pete put a hand on Frank's shoulder and leaned down close to his right ear.

"Dude, go talk to him...pretend like you're asking about the work or something."

Frank turned to look into his best friend's eyes.

"Pete I..."

He stumbled on his words, not sure where that sentence was headed.

"Just go."

Pete physically dragged Frank to his feet and shoved him toward the front of class. Tripping over his own feet slightly, Frank made his way over to his teacher's desk. Gerard was staring down at his hands and quietly muttering to himself as Frank approached.

"Err...Gee?..."

Frank said in a small unsure voice. The older man slowly looked up, eyes widening as they met with Frank's.

"Are...are you ok?"

Stupid question, the trembling young teacher clearly wasn't ok. Gerard swallowed and glanced at the other kids who were either drawing, or still fetching their supplies, then looked back at Frank and gestured for him to come closer. Frank stepped around the desk and crouched down no more than a foot away from his teacher, one hand on the edge of Gerard's chair for balance. Gerard sighed as he looked at the boy before him. He wanted to pull him into his arms and never let go, instead he offered a small tired smile.

"No Frankie..."

He whispered, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

"I'm not..."

He went silent again, hanging his head a little and Frank thought he wasn't going to say any more, then he looked up.

"I'm not ok. I'm so far from being o-fucking-k that I really just want to die now..."

Frank gasped quietly and checked no one else was watching, or listening...they weren't.

"I've had enough and I can't do this any more...I wish I'd had a chance to know you Frank Iero...it would've been nice."

He looked so resigned and sure, that it basically broke Frank's heart in two. He had to do something, say something...but what? Frank lifted a shaking hand and placed it on Gerard's as it sat limp in his lap.

"You still can Gee..."

He murmured, keeping his voice soft and low.

"Run away with me."

Frank hadn't known he was going to say those words til they left his lips, but the moment they did and he saw the light spark in Gee's pretty hazel/green eyes, he knew he meant them and that it was what he wanted, more than anything.

"Run?..."

Gee breathed, little more than a whisper.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes..."

Frank nodded, gently squeezing Gee's pale bruised fingers.

"I have some money and I can get a car easy..."

He dropped his voice and eyes.

"I can't see you hurt like this again."

He didn't know who did it, but he'd do whatever he could to stop it from happening again, even if that meant leaving everything and everyone he knew. Gee looked out over the classroom, a sea of silent teenagers for the most part getting on with their work. He looked back at Frank.

"When?"

Frank grinned, raising his eyebrows.

"You'll come?..."

Gee nodded, a shaky laugh falling from his damaged lips.

"Ok..."

Frank thought for a second.

"I'll have to get some stuff from my house, and leave a note for mum..."

He frowned slightly then shook his head, chasing away his worries.

"Do you want to get anything from yours?"

Gee's eyes widened with fright and his hands started to shake under Frank's. He shook his head quickly.

"Don't want to go back there."

He whimpered. Frank saw a tear slip from his eye and down his cheek. Without thinking he reached up and brushed it away...fuck it if someone saw!...they were out of there anyway.

"Ok...give me a minute to sort the car and we're gone, alright?..."

Gee nodded and Frank picked up his hand, softly pressing a kiss to his fingertips.

"It's gonna be ok sweetie..."

Then he stood, releasing Gee's hand and turned to head back to his seat at the back of class. He froze momentarily as he saw just about everyone staring up at him.

"Oh, whatever..."

He rolled his eyes, as several teens snickered and started to whisper amongst themselves and he headed over to his friends.

"Joe..."

He addressed his curly haired friend seriously. Joe raised an eyebrow.

"I need to take your car."

Joe raised the second brow to join the first.

"You want The Lemon?..."

Frank nodded, earnestly. Joe sighed and stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out his keys and detaching the car key to hand to Frank.

"Take care of her..."

He pulled Frank forward into a tight hug.

"...and yourself."

He murmured against his hair. Frank hugged back, he was gonna miss these guys. Pulling out of Joe's arms, he turned to his other friends to see devastated looks on all their faces.

"Oh look, guys..."

He shook his head, a pained smile tugging at his mouth.

"It won't be forever, and I got my cell...so call, whenever."

A sobbing Pete was suddenly in his arms.

"Don't go Frank..."

He pleaded.

"I don't want you to go."

Frank squeezed Pete to him and whispered into his ear.

"I'll always love you Pete..."

Pete looked up with glassy eyes.

"But I have to."

After Pete had finally calmed down enough for Frank to pass him over to Patrick, Frank said his goodbyes to Andy and Pat, and turned to walk back to the front of the room. Gee looked like he was only just holding himself together, so Frank quickly crouched in front of him and took both his hands in his.

"Gee, baby?...time to go now."

Gee lifted his eyes to look at Frank.

"I thought you were gonna change your mind..."

His voice hitched as he fought down tears.

"I thought they'd tell you to stay."

Frank smiled up at Gee's battered face.

"They do want me to stay..."

He muttered.

"But you're more important to me right now..."

Gee's eyes lit up a bit and Frank grinned.

"So let's go, yeah?"

Gee nodded and they both stood up, the older man flinching as pain shot through his body. Frank frowned and wrapped an arm around Gee's tiny waist, gently offering comfort and support. They headed out of the room, but Gee paused and turned back to speak to the class.

"Goodbye everyone, and please, don't tell anyone what happened, ok?"

Everyone nodded or murmured their agreement, and then the pair were gone...along the corridor, out of the school building and over to Joe's crappy yellow car in the student parking lot.

"It looks like a piece of shit..."

Frank grinned, helping a sore Gee into the passenger seat.

"...but it runs real good, and it will get us a long way from here..."

Frank reached across Gee's body and fastened his seatbelt for him, before closing his car door with a slight bang and trotting around to the driver's side.

Sliding into the seat and shutting his door, Frank turned to look at the broken, but still gorgeous boy sat next to him, and couldn't help the smile that painted itself all over his face.

"I love you Gee."

He cooed, leaning over to brush a soft kiss against the other man's pink lips, before starting the car and heading out of the lot.

"I love you too, Frankie"

Gee smiled, resting his head back against the seat. This was the start of a whole new life for them both, and Frank was determined that their future would be bright. Now, they just had to get some things, and go far, far away.

Detective Mikey Way was troubled. When they'd searched the principal's apartment he'd had this weird feeling, like he'd met the guy before. That and the photo stuck to the man's fridge were causing his guts to knot uncomfortably. Turning toward his partner, Mikey frowned deeply to see the other man apparently trying to stuff an entire Twinkie in his mouth at once.

"Ya gonna choke..."

He murmured, but just received the finger in reply.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya..."

He watched Bob swallow down the confection, a little creamy filling staying on his lip until he licked it off and grinned.

"Hey Bob?"

"Hmmm?"

The older man hummed for him to continue. Mikey sighed, frowning cos he wasn't really sure what to say. Then he met Bob's bright blue eyes.

"I want to check out that principal a bit more."

It was Bob's turn to frown.

"Whatever for?..."

He shook his head.

"We did a complete background check on him, and we searched his place. What else do you want to do?..."

He saw the upset look that was settling on his partner's face and sighed.

"Why...what are you thinking?"

Bob knew that Mikey was quite an intuitive person and if he had a feeling about something, he was almost always right...but he wouldn't just go along blindly, he needed some kind of reason. Mikey breathed in deeply then let it out slow.

"I feel like we missed something, and I think I've seen him before, though I can't remember where..."

He rubbed his hands down his face, realising absently that he needed a shave.

"And there was something I saw in his place, that I want a better look at..."

He huffed quietly.

"I don't know, but...please?"

Bob rolled his eyes. He never could say no to Mikey.

"Ok, we'll go back. But he'll be at work now, we'll have to wait till later."

Mikey smiled gratefully.

"Thanks Bobby..."

He glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned in to press a small kiss to his secret boyfriend's lips.

"I'll make it up to you tonight."

He winked, then returned to his paperwork. Relationships between colleagues were strictly forbidden, but they were careful and in the two years they'd been together, no one had ever caught on...somehow.

Chester Bennington had never been so angry in his entire life. He'd gone to Gee's art room to check that he was behaving himself, and the boy wasn't there. In fact, according to the senior class that were now looking up at him with nervous stares, he had left and wasn't coming back. Of course, he'd had to threaten each and every one of them with an eternity of detentions just to get that out of them, and they still refused to say any more. A quick look around the room confirmed his suspicions though...the Iero boy was gone too.

"He left..."

C.B growled low.

"...with Iero?..."

Guilty faces all dropped to look at the floor, but no one said a word.

"I see. Well I'll deal with this, and I'll trust you all to get on with some work until I can send someone in to continue your class."

Then he turned and left the room with a plastic bag full of the student's cellphones in his hand, so none of them could warn Frank that he knew...and was coming. He was pretty sure he knew where they were going, cause it wouldn't be his place.

Pushing roughly into the office, he scowled as Kat stared up at him from behind her desk.

"Can I get you something, Mr. B?"

He hated when she called him that.

"Yes..."

He grunted.

"I need a student's address...Frank Iero."

Kat raised an eyebrow in query, but said nothing and proceeded to type the name into her computer. After a few more clicks, she picked up a pen, removing the lid with her teeth and holding it there, then scribbled the boy's details down on a clean sheet of paper and handed it over.

"Isn't he in class?..."

She asked as he snatched the sheet from her fingers without even so much as a thank you.

"He's registered in today..."

C.B ignored her question and marched back out of the office.

"Well fuck you too."

Kat muttered, turning back to her work.

C.B got in his car, then checked the address the stuck up cow had given him.

"5 Duncan Place, Nutley..."

He murmured, tucking the paper in his pocket and starting the car.

"That's not too far."

Then he put the car in gear and headed out of the teacher's parking lot.

Driving along Passiac Avenue, C.B thought about what he'd do when he got his hands on those two. Well, the Iero boy would have to die, thats for certain...cause no one gets to take C.B's toys away from him without being severely reprimanded. And Gee?...well he'd be spending the next month or so in the little room behind the bookcase, bleeding and screaming till he learned to heed his master. C.B grinned darkly as he turned onto Hancox Avenue and daydreamed about how much he was going to make them hurt.

Past the 7-Eleven and through the park, then he was turning into Duncan Place and parking up a few houses down from number 5...didn't want to alert them that he was there.

Climbing out of the car, he went to the trunk and started digging around for what he thought he would need. He could see the house from here and in the driveway, a crappy looking yellow car...did Iero drive?...C.B wasn't sure, but he'd be willing to bet they were in that house right now.

Closing the trunk with a quiet click, he headed over to the side of the building. He would scope things out before going in, then they were in for a world of pain.

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