I'm not okay.

I sat there crying for a while, holding my painfully bruised stomach, i tried to haul myself up but it was too painful, my legs just gave way and i collapsed into a heap. The tears stung my cheeks as they poured out of my eyes, however i tried my hardest to remain silent, i didn't want him up here again. Jesus no. I finally managed to get myself up off the floor and i pulled back up my pants, there was blood on my t shirt, so i decided to change it, wincing in pain as i tried to lift it over my head, my stomach and face throbbed uncontrollably. I staggered over to where i had put my shoes and put them on, also grabbing my hoodie beside them. I grabbed my back pack and threw some clothes, money i had saved and a few other things in there. I'm going to run away and stay with Gerard, i hate it here. As i checked over the room to make sure i had everything i wanted with me, which wouldn't be a lot as my father always wasted money on himself, I pulled my phone out of my pocked and, still in tears, i dialled Gerards number, was i really going to do this? I thought as it rung. It seemed like forever before he answered.

'Oh my god Frankie, thank god you called I've been so worried' He said, sounding upset, which made me feel slightly guilty about earlier.

'P-please meet m-me' I sobbed down the phone, I was still shaking with fear that my father would come back up here.

'Frankie, are you okay? oh my god, yes where?' he said, sounding very rushed.

'W-where we met earlier' I stuttered, my crying becoming harder.

'Ill be right there okay' he said, before hanging up, now all i had to do was sneak out.

I put my phone back into my pocket and I opened my window, reaching out i grabbed a tree that was close to it. It hurt so much but i hauled myself up and onto a branch, slowly and carefully shutting my window behind me, making sure my backpack was secure, i began to climb down slowly, wincing in agony as my stomach tensed up. I finally reached the bottom and as soon as i was off the tree i began to run, even though i was in a huge deal of pain, i ran as quick as i could, to get as far away as possible from the house, the house i was never planning to going too again. As soon as i thought it was safe i stopped running and began to walk towards where i was meeting Gerard, as soon as i saw him standing there i burst into tears again, he noticed and ran up to me, i just collapsed into his arms.


'Oh my god Frank, what's happened, p-please tell me' He said, almost in tears, which made me cry harder. He sat me down on a nearby bench, taking my bag from me and placing it beside him.

'I-i don't know h-how to say this' I stammered, i could taste the salty tears as they ran over my lips.

'Tell me, F-frank, p-please' He cried, placing my hand on my leg, however i jerked it away.

'What? F-frank?' He pleaded, i looked him in the eye and i could see the concern and fear.

'M-my father....h-he r.....raped me' I cried.

'Oh my god Frank, OH MY GOD and your face' He said, gasping and crying more and more, he put his arm around me and pulled me close to him.

'Your coming back to mine' he said sternly, helping me up and putting my bag over his shoulder.

'O-okay' I muttered, as i got on my feet, we began to walk slowly.

'What else has he done to you Frank?' He asked, looking at me, his eyes were red from crying.

'P-punched my stomach' I stammered. Gerard looked at the ground, i could hear his cries. We walked in silence the rest of the way.

As we walked into his house, he showed me up the stairs and took me to his room. He helped me onto his bed and i lay down.

'Show me' He demanded, signalling to my stomach.

I slowly pulled up my top to reveal the bruises and marks that covered my stomach, his jaw dropped and tears began to roll down his cheeks again.

'Oh my god' He said, kneeling beside me and staring at me.

'I-im sorry' I sobbed, pulling my top back down and turning my attention to Gerard.

'Its not your fault' He cried. Grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

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