They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

I got woken up to soft, sweet kisses pressed on every inch of my face. I couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning beautiful," Frank said against my cheek. His warm breath made me shudder. He chuckled. "How are you?" "I'd be better if you kissed me," I said. He didn't question it, and he pressed his soft lips to mine.

We shared slow, loving kisses for what seemed like forever, just enjoying every second of being attached to each other. Frank rolled us over so that he was hovering over me. He smirked down at me and said, "I believe we started something but never finished..."

I laughed and pulled Frank back down to me, crashing his lips into mine. I opened my mouth for him and he gladly accepted. Frankie let out a soft groan when our tongues touched. I bucked my hips up into his and I could tell he was hard. Frank groaned at the friction and I smirked against his lips.

I moved my hands to the hem of Frankie's shirt and began to pull it off. He pulled away from my lips so I could lift the shirt over his head. Frank went for my shirt which I happily obliged to.

Once my my shirt was thrown to the floor, Frank crashed his lips into mine, slipping his tongue into my partially open mouth. He started kissing down my jawline and reached my neck. I took a deep breath as I remembered what Zacky had done to me.

"You okay sugar?" Frank asked against my neck. "Yes. Please Frankie I need you," Frank then started biting at my neck, and I let out probably the sluttiest moan ever. I probably sounded like a whore, but I'd be Frankie's whore.

Frank continued on my neck until his bedroom door flew open and someone yelled, "Frank Anthony Iero I didn't raise a motherfucking faggot!" Frank practically jumped off me and stared with fear at the man who I assumed to be his father.

"You never did fucking raise me!" Frank yelled back. The man's eyes now filled with rage and I was scared for my life. He walked over to the bed and slapped Frank so hard he fell to the floor.

"Frankie!!" I screamed as I tried to rush over to my boyfriend, but I was getting pulled by the hair in the opposite direction.

"Stay away from my son faggot!" He screamed as he threw me to the wall and started to punch and kick me.

"Dad stop you're killing him!!!!" Frank screamed, he looked like he was crying, but my vision was blurring so I couldn't tell.

"Both of you can go rot in hell! No son of mine will be a faggot!" And with that', he left the room...

Notes

SORRY IVE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG!!!! My depression has been coming back and I've been having issues. But quick update on me, I broke up with my bf (I'm okay don't worry) and I'm totally in love with my best friend but he has a gf. My best friend got into a car accident yesterday and I saw it all but he's okay. Quick note that I'm bisexual xP and yeah. Sorry I've been gone for so long!!