We're Broken.
If I just saved you
"Rapes. You said rapes." Please be a mistake. Please Frank, please say that you meant to say raped, not rapes, as if it's something he does regularly. PLEASE.
I guess I said that out loud.
"Yes he does do it regularly, and I don't mean like once every couple of weeks. I mean every. Single. God. Damned. Pissant. Miserable. Day. He even does it at the same time. 6 O'clock on the fucking dot. And sometimes, if I'm a really good fuck toy, he does it again. I'll let you in on a little secret of mine: I'm usually always a 'really good fuck toy'. But there's nothing I can do about it, it's been 2 years. He's even started to think I actually like it. What he does to me doesn't even effect him, but I've had enough. That's why I tried to kill myself. But you. You found me and now Pete is going to and you know what that means? Every day all I'm going to do is get raped. Again and again and again. So thanks, you have my everlasting gratitude, Gerard fucking Way." He spat the last bit at me, his words full of venom and pure hate. But not towards me, no. Towards everything else. I know he doesn't hate me because I can see it. He's just acting.
"Frankie, hun, I wish you'd stop acting like you hate me. I wish you'd realize this and accept it: one day you're gonna fall in love with me. You've stayed with Pete for so long because you're scared and he's probably convinced you that he's the closest thing to love you're ever going to have, the closest thing to affection you're ever gonna get. So fuck him. You're coming to live with me because I wanna be the closest thing to love and affection you'll ever have, if not the real thing. You're gonna love me one day, and I'm gonna love you too so accept it."
Frank's pov
And I wish I believed him, I hoped I could even think about love but the truth is that it repulsed me. How could I know that Gerard wasn't exactly like Pete? Even worse? I want someone to endlessly love me and take care of me but I am not Cinderella or Snow White or even that dumb fuck Sleeping Beauty. I am Frank Iero: Pete Wentz's worthless fuck toy and that's all I'll ever be, regardless of how much I wanted to one day be Frank Iero: the love of Gerard Way's life. No I didn't believe him. Not for one second.
I am Frank Iero. I belong to Pete Wentz. Not Gerard Way. Never Gerard Way.
I guess I said that out loud.
"Yes he does do it regularly, and I don't mean like once every couple of weeks. I mean every. Single. God. Damned. Pissant. Miserable. Day. He even does it at the same time. 6 O'clock on the fucking dot. And sometimes, if I'm a really good fuck toy, he does it again. I'll let you in on a little secret of mine: I'm usually always a 'really good fuck toy'. But there's nothing I can do about it, it's been 2 years. He's even started to think I actually like it. What he does to me doesn't even effect him, but I've had enough. That's why I tried to kill myself. But you. You found me and now Pete is going to and you know what that means? Every day all I'm going to do is get raped. Again and again and again. So thanks, you have my everlasting gratitude, Gerard fucking Way." He spat the last bit at me, his words full of venom and pure hate. But not towards me, no. Towards everything else. I know he doesn't hate me because I can see it. He's just acting.
"Frankie, hun, I wish you'd stop acting like you hate me. I wish you'd realize this and accept it: one day you're gonna fall in love with me. You've stayed with Pete for so long because you're scared and he's probably convinced you that he's the closest thing to love you're ever going to have, the closest thing to affection you're ever gonna get. So fuck him. You're coming to live with me because I wanna be the closest thing to love and affection you'll ever have, if not the real thing. You're gonna love me one day, and I'm gonna love you too so accept it."
Frank's pov
And I wish I believed him, I hoped I could even think about love but the truth is that it repulsed me. How could I know that Gerard wasn't exactly like Pete? Even worse? I want someone to endlessly love me and take care of me but I am not Cinderella or Snow White or even that dumb fuck Sleeping Beauty. I am Frank Iero: Pete Wentz's worthless fuck toy and that's all I'll ever be, regardless of how much I wanted to one day be Frank Iero: the love of Gerard Way's life. No I didn't believe him. Not for one second.
I am Frank Iero. I belong to Pete Wentz. Not Gerard Way. Never Gerard Way.
Notes
heyy, sorry for the short chapter, they'll get longer as the story goes on :)
hope you like it, comment please? xx
Neina
Really looking forward to more of this. Think it's gonna be interesting :)
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9/19/14