Gerard’s POV
“You! You worthless fucking faggot!” my dad screams. He barges through the doors to the living room, sending them flying, and rushes over to us. He points his finger accusingly at me and narrows his eyes menacingly. Mrs Iero quickly jumps to her feet and stands in front of Frank and I, arms spread as if to protect us from his fury and deflect the arrows of verbal abuse.
“You won’t hurt them!” she instructs, using a low deep tone. My dad looks from Frank and I cowering on the couch to Frank’s mother. I can see in his eyes and demeanour the amount of pure energy coursing through his body. He's practically shaking, but instead of releasing it on us just yet he backs off then takes a seat on the arm chair opposite the couch. Mrs Iero relaxes, composes herself and then sits down.

Dad sits on the chair coolly with his hands in his lap. He seems completely calm, but I can feel the unnerving rage beneath his exterior. Mum comes out of the doorway; I hadn't even noticed her standing there. She looks miserable and worried, and almost as if she hadn't slept in the time that I had been away. She sits on the edge of the other armchair, putting almost no weight on it. She seems on the verge of tears, but her eyes are dry for the moment.
“Hello Gerard. I see you’ve bought your friend with you. Mind introducing him?” he spits venomously at me.
“T-this is Frank. And he is my boyfriend.” Curse that fucking stutter. Regardless, I finish the sentence proudly to let him know that I will not take his shit.
“Not in my house he isn’t.” Frank flinches at this. I caress his knuckles with my thumb in tiny circular motions, making sure to keep the gesture out of Dad’s sight. Mrs Iero clears her throat.
“That was rather un-called for, Mr Way. Frank and Gerard are very happy together; in fact this is really the first time in years that I have seen Frank truly happy. Now if you don’t like the fact that they are dating, you’re going to have to learn to accept it because I will not stand you tearing them apart.”

Dad growls, a look of disgust on his face. “You’re gay then, I suppose?” he directs at me. I take a breath in, then out.
“Well, I'm bisexual.”
“No. No, no, no you are not! I won’t have any of that in my house! It’s fucking disgusting, the thought two boys doing what a proper couple should be doing! And how greedy are you, liking both genders?! Besides, you’ve always liked girls, so you can’t just go around changing your mind whenever you feel like it!” Dad stands up again and waves his arms wildly.
“We are a proper couple, whatever that is! We both like each other, and there is nothing wrong with that!” my voice starts to waver on the end of my sentence. How could he say that?
“There is everything wrong with that, Gerard! I didn't raise my son to be a fucking homosexual poof! It’s revolting, and I can’t fucking believe it!” Dad is breathing heavily now, panting like a mutt. Then he turns to Frank.
“You did this to my son! He was fine and normal before!”
“Excuse me, but there is nothing wrong or abnormal about it! And you can’t just make someone change their sexuality, it’s not a choice!” Mrs Iero raises her voice heatedly.
“And Frank hasn't done anything wrong anyways!” I defend. Frank nods weakly.
“You’re all disgusting; I think I'm going to be sick. Are you all fucking delusional?! Gerard, you are not to seeing this boy again, and you're grounded until you leave my house because I won’t stand for this fucking repulsive shit!”
"No. Fuck you! You can't just place restrictions on who I love, because I don't even have a fucking choice about it!" I yell. That probably wasn't such a good idea, but he really deserves it.

Before I can react, Dad lunges towards me and clasps his fists around my neck. He hauls me off the couch and practically throws me against the wall. I let out a squawk and he kicks me in the stomach, yelling a rough “SHUT UP!” Frank yelps, and rushes over to help me. I curl myself into a tightly coiled ball, protecting my head instinctively. I can’t believe he just did that. I think I can hear Mum softly sobbing in her chair. How can she not do anything about this? What if he beats me to death? Would she even care? Of course not, because you’ve fucked it all up now. A voice tells me.

I yell at Frankie to run rather than help me over and over again in hoping he obeys. I move my head from its tucked position in time to see Mrs Iero quickly lift him off of the ground, one arm under his knees, and jog to the door. A moment later I hear their car start and peel away from the curb. I also hear Mum leaving the room, still weeping.

She pauses just before she slips completely out of the room, and whispers almost imperceptibly. “You better hope no one hears about this, Gerard.” She says in a broken way. In that moment, I swear I can feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. I choke down a sob because I know that if I cry out loud it will just get worse.

Dad’s heavy footfalls come back into the room, along with a string of curse words. He grasps my arm and harshly yanks me to my feet. Then he slaps me full across the face with something sharp. The shattered plate from earlier. I involuntarily let out a cry, which incurs another blow. My cheekbone stings viciously. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to stay upright. Something warm and wet trickles down my face and whether it’s blood or tears I don’t know. All I know is that I have to get out of here, and take Mikey too. And I have to see Frankie again.

Notes

Hey, an update! It was meant to be here quicker but my computer randomly decides not to connect to the internet for extended periods of time occasionally, which is awesome :D
I also almost lost this chapter which was scary...

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