Beat Me

Franks POV

When I finally opened my eyes again I was met with a white light. soon my vision cleared and I found out it was my hospital rooms ceiling. I looked around and found my mother sitting in a chair right by my bed. when she noticed I was awake she called out "Oh my god, Frankie your OK!" she shot up and hugged me. when she finally got off me I asked "H-how did I get here?" my voice scratchy from just getting used. "Oh, that nice boy, Gerard, he said that he got worried and went to check on you. he found you passed out bleeding in three different places. how did that happen?" oh thank god he hasn't told her about Bert. I quickly made up a excuse. "I was jumped." I was afraid it had sounded more like a question. she studied me for a second before saying "oh honey, I'm sorry that happened." after a little bit Mikey, ray, and gerard came running in. I was immediately swarmed with questions, 'I'm so glad your okay''s and even more questions. I kept to the same story on how I was jumped. soon Gerard asked if he could talk to me alone. "Gerard, Don't so anything stupid." Mikey warned while dragging Ray and my mom out. Right as they were out of ear shot Gerard quickly said "Oh god, Frankie," Frankie? "Who was that guy? did he do that? was it my fault? oh it was my fault wasn't it! I'm so sor-" I cut him off by saying "Gerard, it wasn't your fault. For anything it was mine." Gerard looked close to tears. I didn't know how his feelings toward me had changed so juristically. because if I know anything its that when you've hated someone for three years you don't generally follow them home, comfort them, or let them fall asleep on your chest. "Gerard, What the fuck?" he looked confused. "What's wrong Frankie?" There he goes again with that nickname "You've hated me for Three years. And now your starting to care?" He looked like he didn't even know himself. "I-i don't know..." I frowned. there was no way I would just warm up to him after the three years of hell he's put me through. "Look, Frankie, I'm so sorry about what I've put you through. I know I don't even come close to deserving forgiveness. but I just want you to know how sorry I am. it was wrong of me to treat you that way. I'm so sorry." his voice had cracked multiple times while saying that, right now he had a tear running down his face. soon I found myself pulling him on for a comforting hug. What was I suppose to do? god, I'm not heartless... He seemed tense at first but soon relaxed into it. After some hugging Gerard let go and asked "Frank, what REALLY happened to you?" I suddenly felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Should I tell him or stick to getting jumped? after about twenty seconds I finally decided "Gerard, I have to tell you something..."

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Robin Williams 1951-2014 R.I.P

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