Yes, Mr. Way

I slowly started to open my eyes, So obviously i must have fell asleep, I glanced at the clock and it read 7:45 pm, then i turned to see if Gerard was still with me, but he wasn't, i looked at the floor and his clothes were gone too, so he must have put them back on. However his bag was still set where he had put it earlier, so clearly he hadn't left the house. As i came fully round from my sleep, i sat up and picked up my clothes, I then heard footsteps and the door swung open.

'Frankie, your awake' Gerard smiled, as he joined me on the bed.

'How long have i been sleeping?' I muttered, dragging my top over my head.

'A few hours' He smiled, fixing my hair for me. I smiled a little at him.

'Are you okay baby?' He asked, looking at me with a concerned stare.

'Yeah, I'm just waking up that's all' I giggled, kissing Gerard on the cheek and then dragging my jeans on.

'Want something to eat?' He smiled.

'Yeah, lets go find something' I smiled, standing up but then falling back onto the bed.

'Frank' Gerard said, rushing to my side.

'I'm fine, I'm fine, i got up to quickly' I said, standing back up slowly, 'Come on then' I smiled, as i walked to the kitchen.

I began looking through cupboards for something to eat, then i heard the door knock, i stopped in my tracks.

'You expecting someone?' Gerard asked, looking at me.

'No, ill get it, just in case' I said, heading to the door, it knocked again then i opened it, standing before me were a group of boys, hoods covering their faces and they looked mean.

'Can i help you?' I said, trying not to get nervous or panic.

'Where's the teacher?' one of them snarled, glancing into the doorway, almost walking in.

'Get out my door way' I snarled, pushing him backwards, big mistake.

'Don't fucking touch me fag, your disease might be contagious' He snarled, the others beginning to laugh. Then he grabbed me by the neck.

'You didn't answer my fucking question, fag' He spat, making me cringe.

'F-fuck off' I choked, lashing out at him, but my attempts were poor, he had me where he wanted me, suddenly i heard Gerard shouting, fuck, now they are gonna know.

'Who's that?' He snarled, dropping me, i gasped for breath.

'Go away' I whispered, trying to shut the door on them, but it was no use, he put his foot in the way, stopping me. I then felt a blow to my face, and then my stomach, i crouched on the floor, gasping for air. Blood dripping onto my clothes, I then saw the hoodied guy pull out a knife, and hold it above me.

'Watch your back, faggot, cause ill get you' He snarled, before leaving, i managed to slam the door shut and soon i heard Gerard shouting again.

'G-Gerard' I whispered, but i knew he couldn't hear me. I suddenly felt two hands grab me.

'FRANK, FRANK' Gerard cried, leaning me up against the wall and examining my battered face. Through blurred vision i could just make out his face, and he looked very upset.

'Why didn't i just come over, I'm such a fucking idiot, i hate myself' He cried, holding me close to him.

'Its not your f-fault' I mumbled, 'I-it would h-have only made things worse' I added.

'I could have helped you' He sobbed, his tears soaking my blood covered t shirt.

'T-then they w-would have known' I stuttered. Gerard picked me up and carried me to the sofa, placing me down gently, he was still crying uncontrollably.

'P-please Gee' I said, beginning to cry myself, It wasn't his fault, if anything, if he had have come over, then them people would have only found out that he was with me and that meant i would have probably never seen him again, which would kill me. I couldn't risk losing Gerard, even if it meant going through hell to keep him.

'Where did they hit you?' Gerard asked, his crying had calmed down a little now. I gestured to my face and stomach. Gerard gently lifted my t shirt.

'Oh Frankie' He said, admiring the mark on my stomach, he quickly ran and grabbed a frozen bag of peas and placed it onto my stomach, i winced a little.

'That's fucking cold' I said, watching as Gerard picked it back up, 'Can we just leave that one out?' I added.

'You sure?' Gerard said. I nodded and i watched as he put it back.

He then turned his attention to my bloody face, he grabbed a wet towel and began dabbing at the blood, making sure i was all clean.

'You have a bruise on your face' He sighed, setting the towel aside.

'Oh well, i guess i deserve it' I said.

'No, you fucking don't' Gerard sobbed.

'Please don't leave me' I cried, grabbing his hand.

'Frank ,please don't say that, i love you, more than everything, fuck, i would give anything for you' He cried.

'I'm just scared you will think I'm weak and worthless' I sobbed.

'I will never think that of you, Frank, I really do love you' He said, holding my hand tightly.

'Just don't give up on me' I whimpered, wiping the tears from my eyes.

'I will never give up on you' He said, kissing my forehead.

Notes

Poor Frankie ;-;

Hope you guys like it :3