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Laugh with me

Chapter 6 (rewrote)

A whole week passes and I don't speak to Frank or anyone else. Frank tries to talk to me a million times, even coming into my room in the middle of the night and climbing into bed with me but I just roll my back to him ignore that he's there, still feeling hurt and angry and betrayed and after three days Frank gives up, shooting me longing glances across the table as we eat breakfast every morning and dinner every night and when we pass each other in the hallway at school but I ignore him, feeling broken inside. It's Saturday night and Linda and Anthony are away for the weekend, Frank at a party with Jamia and the rest of the school so I am alone. I sit in my room for a while just sketching in my private sketch book when I hear the door downstairs bang against the wall followed by drunken female giggles and a loud thud. I sigh before getting up and going down to see what's happening and when I get to the bottom of the stairs I see Frank passed out face down on the floor and the front door is wide open. I walk towards it, looking for whoever brought him home but there's no one else here so they must have run off again. I sigh as I close and lock the door, stepping next to Franks body and nudging him with my foot but he doesn't even stir so I kneel down and scoop him up, carrying him upstairs with much difficulty and by the time I make it to his room I am about to drop him. I stand in front of his door when I realize I can't get it open when I'm holding him like this so I cross the hall to my room and lay him on my bed, leaving the room for a bucket which I sit on the floor beside the bed and I pack up my sketch book before climbing into bed beside him, taking his shoes off for him before pulling the covers over us and I curl up on my side facing him, slowly falling asleep as I listen to his loud laboured breaths.The next morning I wake up to Frank laying half on top of me, his whole body sweaty and gross, his breath disgusting and he smells like a mix of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat and something repulsive that I can't put my finger on. I gag slightly as I try to push him off me but he just snuggles closer in his sleep and I can't help the way my heart slips a beat at having him so close. I lay there for another twenty minutes with Frank laying on me before he rolls over and I am finally freed. I slide out of bed and walk down the hallway to the bathroom, getting in the shower and when I get out and redress I can hear the sound of Frank vomiting violently and I cringe, praying he's vomiting into the bucket and not in my bed.

Moments pass and i walked out and down the stairs into the kitchen to make coffee i hear heavy fast foot steps stomping towards me, i see a bloodshot eyed Frank walking to me with a pissed off expression i didn’t prepare for what happened next frank punched me square on the nose i fell to the floor smashing the coffee mug i lay there while Frank kicks my stomach
‘what. the. Fuck!’ he shouts as he kicked me over and over
‘i-i didn’t do anything!’ i sob into the kitchen floor blood coming out of my nose and mouth
‘why did i wake up in YOUR bed!’ he hissed and grabbed my hair pulling me up i cried in pain scratching at his hand
He got in my face
‘are you that much of a pedo faggot you wait till i’m passed out so you can’t sneak a peak?’ he spat
‘i-i didn’t do anything i swear!’ i cry more at his harsh words
He pulls my hair harder and throw me in the walk he punching me hard in my stomach one more time and walks away
‘clean up you fucking fag’ he shouts from the hall
I sink to my knee’s sobbing hard into my hands seconds later i’m on all fours puking blood and stomach acid
I whip my mouth with the back of my hand and sniff loudly, i slowly stand up and grab a wet rag and some bleach to clean the blood off of the lower cupboard doors and floor after i take kitchen roll to clean the puke, after i’m done i go into my room finding it trashed and my sketch books trashed
‘no no no no’ i whimper and run over seeing my privet sketch book gone
‘shit’ i cry again i turn to see frank in my door way
‘looking for these’ he holds up five pages and sniggerers
‘who’s the guy you’re fucking in these huh? So ugly you can’t get laid so you draw sexual drawings?’ he laughs
‘woah you are pathetic gerard’ he smiles and throws the pages on the floor and walks away
‘fuck you frank!’ i yell slamming my door i lean against it let tears roll down my face taking deep breathes maybe i am pathetic, ugly, a pedo
Maybe franks right
I shake those thoughts and walked over and pick the papers up and throw them in the trash,i clean myself up and pull on my coverse’s and walked out my room, down the stairs and out the door to a close comic book store on 5th
Once i get there i go over to see batman, as i’m in my own world i see another person in the aisle i look over and he doe’s too and smiles at me i smile back and look back at my comic ‘batman uh?’ the black haired man says
‘uh y-yeah i guess’ i say awkwardly
‘why you hear alone?’he questioned
‘i had a fight with someone needed to get out’ i muttered
‘girlfriend?’
‘no. My brother i guess’ i shrugged
‘i’m matt’
‘gerard’ i smiled looking at him
‘no gerard how old are you?’ he winked
‘16, you?’
‘woah you sure look older i’m 24’
‘thank i think?’
‘listen gerard how about i buy you that comic and we go get coffee?’ he huffed towering over me smiling beautifully
‘if you insist’ i smiled shyly
We begin walking and he throws him arm around my waist pulling me in tight i blush and lower my hair
‘don’t be shy’ he whispers into my ear, we get to the counter and he pay’s
After we walk over to a close coffee shop, he orders a mint tea and i order a vanilla coffee
‘why tea’ i giggle as he comes over
‘i like tea problem?’ he laughs
‘no no it’s just strange i guess’ i shrug
‘i’m always strange’ he smirks
‘so Gerard tell me about your brother’
I tell him everything about my past and what happened this morning he gives me a sad look and grabs my hand kissing the top
‘you don’t deserve that gerard’ he said sadly
I smile weakly sipping my coffee that’s now semi cold

Notes

props to my co-writer XosavemefrommyselfXo she's amazing if you don't know who she is where have you been!!! she write the first part and i writ the crappy rest
she's talented and so sweet READ HER FICS!!!

Comments

this is anamazing story please update it soon

This is one of my favorite stories! I've read it over and over again.
When u get the time, please update it! ;)

androgynousoreo androgynousoreo
4/11/15

@FrankiesOneandOnly
Thx. I'm so corny.

Sharpest_Life_B Sharpest_Life_B
3/26/15

@Sharpest_Life_B
Ha! That literally made me lol

@FrankiesOneandOnly
You mean hopefully hes not an Ash-hole. (groan i know)

Sharpest_Life_B Sharpest_Life_B
3/26/15