*Frank's POV*
I walked over to the front door, and unlocked it stepping inside and allowing for Gerard to follow. I took a deep breath while closing the front door and locking it again.
"Here we go..." I whispered to myself starting to walk upstairs to my room, hearing Gerard's soft footsteps behind me. My hands were shaking as I slowly reached out for my door handle.
"Frank." Gerard said just loud enough for me to hear. I didn't respond.
"Frank." He said a little louder, and I felt his hand on my shoulder, sending tingles through my whole body. "Frank, you don't have to show me whatever this is, it's okay. You seem way to stressed out. Let's just get to school an-"
"No." I said, cutting Gerard off. "No I've gotten this far, I'm going to show you, I just need a second." I took a deep breath and wiped my hands on my pants considering the amount of sweat that had built up, but immediately regretted the action, and winced as the cuts on my legs started to hurt. "I reached back for the door, and reconsidered, spinning around to meet Gerard.
"No one can know about this. you have to swear that you won't tell anyone. Hell you won't even mutter something about this in your sleep." I said meaning every word. "I can't let her hurt you too." I whispered so that only I could hear that part.
"I promise. Now just relax."
"Okay. Here goes nothing..." I paused, and then swung me door open, revealing everything just like it was this morning when I was still in the middle of the mess. There was blood everywhere. All on the floor, and even some on my bed and the wall near where my head was. The glass was still everywhere, and the note from my mom on my bed.
"Oh my god Frank. What the hell is this." Gerard whispered from behind me.
"Uh.... It's a long story. A really long story."
"We did ditch, we have all day."
Just then, I heard the front door starting to be unlocked.
"SHIT NO WE DON'T!" I almost shouted. I checked to make sure both of us had our backpacks still on our backs and ushered Gerard into my room, which probably actually looked like my arms were spazzing, but I think he got the hint as he hurriedly got into my room and I closed the door.
"What's wrong." Gerard asked.
"SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Shut up." I whispered, the fear in my voice more evident than planned.
I did the first thing that I could think of though at the moment as soon as I heard the front door. I ran over to my window, and opened it faster than I thought was possible. Gerard cautiously followed.
"What's going on?" He whispered.
"I'll explain when we're out of here. For now, we jump out the window and run like motherfuckers to the cemetery. Got it? Good." I said, not waiting for a response, and jumped out the window running as fast as I could. I don't think I've ever ran that fast in my life before today.

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We got to the cemetery and I was tired as fuck, but it was completely worth it. I'd rather feel like this than get another beating from my mom. As a force of habit, although I was tired, I dropped my bag and climbed the tree, all the way until I'd reached the top. Luckily, I'd looked down to see that Gerard was trying to climb just a couple branches below me. Yeah I could help, but he looked so cute being how confused he was trying to get higher in the tree.
"Frankie." He said, with a kind of 'I'm giving up' tone of voice. Hmm 'Frankie'... I like it.
"Frankie, I'm stuck." He said sounding annoyed. I of course burst out laughing looking at the situation, although he seemed slightly annoyed when I laughed. He started to giggle a little near the end of my laughing fit. "Can you help?" He said.
"Yeah sure." I decided, and started pointing to where to put his feet and hands saying things like 'Foot here.' and 'Hand here.' and whatnot, until he was sitting next to me on the very top branch. The branch was small, but that was good because I got to sit really close to Gerard.
"So what was all of that?" he asked after a while of comfortable silence.
"That is what happens when my mom gets mad. Sure that's one of her bigger outbursts but still." I answered.
"Wait. You said one of. What was the worst?"
"4 broken ribs, 2 black eyes, a broken forearm and more cuts and bruises than this time."
"How..." Gerard seemed truly at a loss for words.
"Exactly what happened this time, except at the end she threw me out the window and ran me over with her car. The aftermath hurt like a bitch, but I blacked out before she threw me out the window. My neighbor saw everything and told me while taking care of me one day after my mom left for work."
"Wait, what happened this time?"
"Putting it simply, she'd found out I'd ditched, so she came in, pushed me off my bed, started kicking me, and then threw glass objects at me, mostly my head. I blacked out about halfway through."
"Is this normal?"
"Yes."
"Is it always this bad?"
"Not quite. The other day I got away with just a huge black blue and yellow bruise on my stomach and a slight hand print on my face. Actually, that was 2 days ago that happened."
"Oh. Someone has no know Frank. You can't hide this."
"I hide a lot. And if only my mom knew the whole story..." I paused, realizing what I'd said.
"Frank..." Gerard said in a warning tone of voice. "What 'whole story'?
"Uh... hey I've told you a lot today I think I'll pass on that..."
"Well I don't agree. Frank you let me in and I'm concerned for your well being. Please. I genuinely care about you. I wan't to know what's up. I don't want to know, I NEED to know this. Please." Okay he sounded like he was begging, and he generally sounded concerned too. It didn't help that this made me think back to how nice and open he'd been from the very start, and I'd been all holed up worrying about myself.
"I'm gay." I whispered. I think if he was any further away he wouldn't have heard, but he heard it enough obviously.
"And there's nothing wrong with that. If other people don't like that then screw them. Frankie you'll always have me, and I hope you know that. You'll get through this. I can tell."
"I can't do this Gerard. I really can't."
"You're right. That's why I'm going to be here." He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him and looked me straight in the eyes. "Frank. You may not be able to do this alone, but that's okay, because you don't have to."
At this point I just couldn't help it. I flung myself right into his arms, and cried. I don't know how long I cried, but it sure felt good. Then I realized that I was crying on Gerard's shoulder, and he really meant that he'd be there, and my crying turned to tears of joy.

Notes

Here's a little bit of a shorter chapter, but hey, I've actually done a lot of writing today. This is going to be it for now though.
Before I go though, I would like to give a big thanks to everyone who's commented on my story, especially Killjoy 4 Life. She's been there since day 1 (which is ironic since that was like 2 days ago) but has commented after each chapter and really made me want to keep writing this story after I thought my first chapter wasn't story worthy.
Anyhow, it's been a long day so I'm going to sleep.
See yalls tomorrow.