If I fall you'll catch me, right? *frerard

I was waiting for Gerard to push me away or slap me but he didn’t. He didn’t.

I leaned even closer and started at his eyes. He licked his lips. After few seconds Gee rolled his eyes and grabbed me by my neck and pulled me close. Our lips locked. His lips were as soft as I remember they were. I bit his lips and he moaned. His moans were so hot. I pulled him even closer. His hands were moving from my shoulders down to my lower back. My hands were on his cheek and waist, deepening the kiss.

Gee’s POV.
Oh God his lips, his hands. I was lost in touch. I was lost in the kiss. His lips were doing magic to me. Oh god. Everything started to get more and more heated.
My thoughts skipped from Frank’s lips to Andy. WTF I’m doing I shouldn’t be kissing Frank. NO, I can’t.
“Fraank” I whispered, it came out more as a moan. He lowered kiss head started to kiss my neck. Sucking, nibbling.
“Frank, Oh god. Frank. Stop” I said I bit loader. HE didn’t stop. He just kept kissing from under my ear to my collarbones.
“Frank. Stop” I started to try push him away. He was way too strong for me to push him away.
“You know you love it” He growled.
“No! Frank! Stop! STOP!” I started to panic. Frank grabbed my hair and pulled it.
“Shut up, you slut! You love it. You know it, I know it” he whispered in my ear and nibbled at the nobel.
“Frank, please. NO, don’t do it. Please.” I pleaded. My vision started to get blurry from tears that started to well on my eyes. He kept going, grabbing my butt, thighs, kissing my neck, lips.
He tore my shirt and now he was started his work on my jeans. I tried to stop him, grabbing his hands.
“Frank, please. Please. Don’t do this!!” I screamed and slapped him.
“You little bitch!” he screamed and pushed me to the wall. His eyes turned shades darker. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t. I felt tears again well in my eyes. And I punched him, punched him with all force I had. He stumbled back. It was silent for few moments. My quiet sobs were the only sound in the bathroom. Frank heavy breathing was the only sound that I could hear. Trying to calm myself down but failing miserably. Frank mumbled something, more to himself than to me and then rushed to the exit. I caught a glimpse of his face before he opened and went through the door. He looked shocked, his face was pale but his eyes were full of hate. I wasn’t sure hate for me or himself. I hate for himself because who does that? I just stayed on the cold tile of bathroom’s door. When I got the courage to stand up and look at myself in the mirror I winced at reflection. My hair was a mess, my cheeks and eyes red as fire, my t-shirt torn apart, few bruises on my arms and waist, hickeys on my neck and marks on my face. That motherfucker! I looked at my watch and it’s been 30 min of class so probably no one was in the halls. Rushing to my locker I put on my coat and zipped it as I was almost topless, thanks to the motherfucker. I grabbed my stuff and rushed to the exit.

-Time lapse-
I was walking for few hours in park and just trying to get my nerves back to normal. I decided that I should tell Andy. Even if I didn’t want to he would see my bruises and I don’t want to lie to him. Also I decided that either I don’t knowledge Frank or I go to police and tell them that I was raped. I’m still deciding which one I should go with. It’s 3 o’clock so I guess I could also go home.

Walking down the street to my home I felt my blood draining from my face, my hands shaking and my heartbeat speeding up. I was truly scared. Scared of what happened today at school’s bathroom and scared of the person who did it. Scared of jocks that beat me to death almost every now and then. Scared of my father. Scared that Andy will realise just how messed up I am and will leave me. Unfortunately my biggest fear of something that I can’t control. Fear of losing my mom, losing the only person who loved me from very start ‘till very end.

Limping down to my front door and entering the house I realised that house was completely quiet. I walked down the hall and went to my mom’s room. My heart fell, broke. I have never experienced this kind of pain before, or it was a fear?

I don’t know……. I don’t know. I may never know.

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