*Frank's POV*
I watched Gerard walk into his house as I continued walking into mine, still a little scared about my mother. But she didn't know. She couldn't. Could she?
Anyway, I casually walked up to my room and dropped my stuff on to my bed collapsing down and immediately all my thoughts went to Gerard and how perfect he was. "I wonder if he's thinking of me?'" I thought. Of course he isn't dumb ass, just cause he's gay doesn't mean he likes you. He probably just thinks your some weirdo that smokes in trees.
I was starting to feel a little sad now while I was still thinking of Gerard and how perfect he is, still driving into my head he didn't like me, just so that I wasn't broken when he proved me right. All of a sudden though, I din't have time to be sad, as my mom busted right into my room, grabbed me and threw me onto the floor and off of my bed.
Then she did exactly what I was hoping she wouldn't do.
She kicked me right where all of yesterday's bruises were.
"FRANK ANTHONY IERO! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TODAY!"
All I could answer with was a groan as the sudden pains from my stomach was almost too much to bear.
"WELL GUESS WHAT I KNOW! YOU SURE AS HELL WEREN'T AT SCHOOL! YOU DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING SHOW UP! I GOT A MOTHERFUCKING CALL FROM THE SCHOOL 5 MINUTES AFTER SCHOOL STARTED SAYING YOU WEREN'T THERE! WHAT THE HELL!"
All I heard after that was the sound of smashing glass around me. Was the glass actually being smashed around me, or was it being smashed on me? Either way, I started seeing black around the edges of my vision and welcomed the darkness letting it overcome me with the horrible sounds of my mother yelling and stuff breaking slowly becoming more and more distant.

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I woke up with a huge headache, to a distant beeping sound. I was lying on my back too, making my instantly think I was in the hospital. "No my mother would rather let me die on the floor in my room." I thought, pushing the hospital idea quickly out of my head.
As the sound of the beeping slowly got less and less distant, I realized it was actually my alarm clock. Realizing this, I opened my eyes slowly, blinded by the lights that my mom had left on in my room after who knows how long she beat me. I realized that as long as i actually only had blacked out for over night, that this was Tuesday, and therefore Gerard was going to be at school today. I mean even if it was Wednesday of Thursday he'd be there to. I don't think I blacked out long enough for it to be the weekend.
Either way, I went to get up, and immediately regretted it finally realizing all the pain I was in. My stomach was worse than it ever has been, and I was seriously considering the fact that my mom could have broken ribs. My face was horrible and when I reached up to touch my face, I saw rows upon rows of jagged cuts that could have only bee made by the broken glass scattered around me. I succeeded in touching my face, and regretted it both from the instant pain the erupted from my face, and from the dry feeling there that could only mean my face, just like my arms, was coated in dried blood.
I sighed only to find that doing that hurt my chest. Ugh, today's going to be a long day.
I fought through the pain to stand up, mostly so that I could turn off the annoying beeping form my alarm clock. It was only making my headache worse. I look around at all the broken glass in my room and wonder how long I was out for. I mean there isn't a drop of blood here that hasn't dried. There was also a note on my desk that was presumably from my mom. I stood up, wincing, and walked over to my desk to read it.

Frank,

You'd better get all of this shit in your room cleaned out, or you're going to be in big trouble. Also, get your ass to school. I don't need your little emo ass at home or going out somewhere think about killing yourself. If you're not going to school, stop making my life so difficult.
So, clean up this mess and get to school today. I'll be home around 9, so you'd better not be here, or we'll have a repeat of last night.

She didn't even have the heart to sign it mom. Wow.That's kinda low. I also apparently have to clean this shit up when I can barely move. I'll just close my door and clean myself up.
I walked painstakingly over too the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was completely, and utterly right. My face, was covered in blood. I slowly reached into the sink, and threw some water over my arms to get some of the blood off of there, but there wasn't much. It did sting though, so I decided to wrap up my arms, and wear long sleeves.
I slowly worked all of the blood off of my face and looked in the mirror periodically to make sure I didn't miss any. At the end, I decided to turn off the water and study my reflection.
I had multiple bruises on my face, including a black eye, no doubt from where glass objects had been dropped on me. Also, there were a couple cuts on my face, mostly around the edges, most likely from the aftermath of where glass objects had been dropped on me.
I walked back to my room pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a new long sleeved shirt. Before I put the shirt on, I looked in the mirror, and without a doubt, my stomach bruises had gotten worse. There was more yellow in the bruises, and green was starting to make an appearance. I sighed, and finished getting dressed, putting on a pair of black converse, and heading back to the bathroom to swallow a couple of high strength pain killers. I was extremely happy when they started to take effect immediately.
I walked back to my room and after picking up my backpack, putting on a jacket, and throwing my phone and earbuds into my jacket pocket (I decided my headache was still to much to listen to music), I heard something that sounded like a knock at the front door. I was going to the door when I heard the noise again, and decided that, yes, in fact, it was a knock at the door.
Deciding to skip breakfast yet again, I walked up to the door and opened it to see Gerard and his fiery hair standing right in from of me.
"Hey Frank!" He started. "I thou-" Then he stopped, probably because he noticed my face and all the cuts and bruises. "Frank what the hell happened!?" He asked, shocked reaching up to touch my face, resulting in me wincing when his hand touched my cheek, and him pulling away quickly.
"I uh, noth-"
"Don't you fucking tell me nothing! This is not nothing!" He yelled, both cutting my off and gesturing to my face.
I let out a small giggle knowing that he'd seen nothing, not only compared to the rest of my body, but also compared to last year where my mom broke 4 ribs, gave me 2 black eyes, broke my right forearm, and I was covered in more cuts and bruises than I was this time.
"What the hell could you be laughing at in this point in time?" Gerard asked obviously annoyed by my lack of cooperation.
"This is nothing Gerard." I said ending with a small laugh.
"Will you at least tell me what happened?" Gerard asked yet again, this time with the same sad tone I'd heard at the cemetery.
"I uh... um..." I started with a complete loss of words considering the fact that I couldn't tell him I have an abusive mother. "I was... uh.. cleaning. And I... uh... knocked a couple vases down onto my face." I said, deciding that was my story. 'Wow. Way to be convincing dumb ass.' I thought.
"No what really happened. I know that's not what happened Frank." He said sounding very set on the matter, yet still very sad.
"I don't think I can say that." I answered truthfully.
"I'll get you to tell me sometime." Gerard said, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Shit! We're going to be late come on!" He yelled grabbing my arm and starting to run, the action causing me to wince loudly.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry what did I do?" Gerard asked completely forgetting about school.
"Uh... nothing." I said
Then completely out of the blue, Gerard grabbed my bicep, and yanked my sleeve up revealing the bandages covering my forearms.
"You cut!" He yelled, a little too loud.
"No I don't." I answered honestly. "I got cut on some glass last night."
"Really? I don't think I can believe you with what happened to your face."
"You know what. Ditch with me." I said. I knew my mom was going to be out because of the note, so I could delete the message they left about me not being there, and then go to the cemetery again with Gerard. Then I could show him my room and tell him about it. I just hope he doesn't over react.
"Only if I get to know what's going on." He said after contemplating the idea for a while.
"You will."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
There was a short silence before he answered with a deep sigh and a "Fine."

Notes

Oh my god Frank!
Anyway... here's the second part for today. I hope you guys like it.
I may or may not actually get a third chapter up tonight. I'm a little tired, but I've got ideas built up from writing all day, and I don't want to ruin my good writing mood that I've got going on right now.

So yeah.
Bye!