Take My Hand And Don't Look Back
"He's In Town."
Frank's POV
Gerard and I walked down a small, narrow dirt path that branched off the main road. He told me he's been down here before, due to how beautiful it was, and boy do I not blame him.
Giant trees were portraying a canopy above us, with small, vibrant colored flowers at out feet. I felt Gerard's body move closer to mine, and decided to snake my arm around his waist. A few yards ahead was a clearing with two benches, one facing the path and one with its back to it, with a tiny pond between the two. We sat on the bench facing the path, Gerard placing himself in my lap.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He looked up at me with gleaming eyes, small strands hair covering the right side of his face. I brushed them aside, and kissed him gently.
"It's gorgeous, just like you." He smiled and nestled his head into my chest.
It felt like we've been there for hours, and it seemed to be getting dark. I looked at my adorable boyfriend, and noticed he was sleeping soundly in my arms.
"My own sleeping beauty..." I stood up, carrying him bridal style, trying not to wake him.
I walk down the path, still admiring the view. It really was beautiful; there was so much color thanks to the random spots of blooming flowers, and the trees were a blinding shade of green. We got to the main road again, and I felt Gerard shift slightly. I could tell his eyes were slightly open, and he looked tired.
"Baby...?" His voice was thick with sleep, and it was sexy as hell.
"Hey sleepy head, we're heading back home. We have to go to school tomorrow, so we can't stay out all night." I made out a faint "ugh" from his tired voice, and giggled.
Once we were inside and in our pajamas (basically nothing but boxers), we got in bed. Gee put his head on my chest, and traced shaped on my stomach with his finger like I know he loves doing, as I rub the side of his chest gently. He purrs like a kitten, and I can't help but giggle.
"Goodnight, Frankie..."
"Goodnight, Gee, I love you."
"I love you...too..." He trailed off, falling asleep.
I reach over to grab my phone, which I haven't checked all day. It said I had 2 messages from Ray, which was typical, but the other few notifications made me a mix of pissed off, and worried as hell.
Jamia (3 missed calls, 7 texts)
Mom (6 missed calls, 4 texts)
I check my mom's texts first.
Mom: Frank, your father just called me. Don't stay at the house.
Mom: Frank, you better answer your fucking phone!
Mom: Please, text me something! I need to know you're okay!
Mom: I'm calling the police. He's in town.
I sit, unable to move. I feel dizzy, and need to get some air. I attempt to swing my legs off the bed, but I can't- I'm basically glued. I look back down at my phone and text my mom back.
Me: I'm okay, I've been at my friend's house all day. I won't go back home until I hear something. I love you mom.
I check Jamia's texts now, wondering what the hell she wants.
Jamia: Hey babe ;)
Jamia: There's some guy looking 4 u, said he's ur dad??
Jamia: Wtf frank a police officer just asked if I knew u or of ur whereabouts
Jamia: R u in trouble? Did u commit some kind of crime?
Jamia: Answer me frank, i won't go all crazy psycho chick on u this time
Jamia: I told the police to go to ur house to see if they can find ur dad, ok?
Jamia: U told me ur dad was dead, wtf is going on.
Once I finish reading her messages, I realize I'm crying. If he finds me, he'll find Gerard, then he'll hurt us both. I can't have that happen! I'm freaking out by now, and my cheek starts burning. I snap out of my hysterical state, and look over to see Gerard frightened. I gathered by my burning cheek and his concerned reaction, he slapped me.
"I-I'm sorry, Gee... W-we need to t-talk." He nods slowly, and I focus all of my thoughts on my past.
"I haven't told you everything about me. I said my dad left when I was young, and that's true, but he left for a reason. When I was about six or seven, my dad had problems with drugs and drinking. He'd come home late, and always be very harsh to me and my mom. He never hurt us then, just very short-tempered. Around my 11th birthday, things got more serious. He'd slap me, kick me, hurt me. My mom got the worst of it, I could always tell, but not until I turned 13. One night, I was up late in my room doing some stupid math sheet, when my dad burst in drunk as hell. He told me he... that he... w-wanted to have some... fun..." I couldn't finish. I was crying too much, seeing all too real flashes of memories in my head. Gerard sat with wide eyes, tears slowly blanketing his cheeks. I tried to gather my thoughts, and calm down. It was hard, but manageable.
"Basically, my mom divorced him, and sent him to jail after that. She would have done it sooner, but my dad always threatened that if she did, he'd kill us both brutally. We moved, once before this, but he knew where we were according to the police, so here we are. I'm so sorry, Gee..." I go back to crying, trying to rid the awful thoughts in my brain.
I feel Gerard's hand on my shoulder, and flinch. After those memories, I usually don't like to be touched for a few hours. He quickly draws it back, and just stares at me. I can tell he's crying, just no sound is coming from it. I shakily hand him my phone, letting him read my mom's and Jamia's messages. His hand goes to cover his gaping mouth, and he looks back to me.
"I...I love you, Frankie... Are you going to be safe? You can stay here as long as you need."
"I l-love you t-too, Gee, and y-yeah I'll be okay. T-t-thank you." I make the contact this time, and engulf him in a hug. He "shhh"s me, and strokes my hair soothingly. I cried for what could have been hours, then pull away from the hug a little, so that I'm still in his arms, but I can see his face. I kiss him, and lay back down. Gerard lays next to me, but keeps his distance in hopes of not upsetting me. I pull him closer, and I catch him smiling a little due to my action.
"I won't let him hurt you, Frankie. You'll be okay, I promise."
"Thank you, Gee... Oh, and, I think it might be best if I not go to school tomorrow? Just in case." He nods against my chest, and kisses my ribcage softly.
"We'll stay here, then. I'll explain everything to my mom, if that's okay?" He gazes up at me, and I nod, approving the request.
We start to doze off again, and easily, from all the crying. The last thought that passed my brain was
"Gerard will be safe, no matter what happens." And I knew I had to keep that statement true.
Gerard and I walked down a small, narrow dirt path that branched off the main road. He told me he's been down here before, due to how beautiful it was, and boy do I not blame him.
Giant trees were portraying a canopy above us, with small, vibrant colored flowers at out feet. I felt Gerard's body move closer to mine, and decided to snake my arm around his waist. A few yards ahead was a clearing with two benches, one facing the path and one with its back to it, with a tiny pond between the two. We sat on the bench facing the path, Gerard placing himself in my lap.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He looked up at me with gleaming eyes, small strands hair covering the right side of his face. I brushed them aside, and kissed him gently.
"It's gorgeous, just like you." He smiled and nestled his head into my chest.
It felt like we've been there for hours, and it seemed to be getting dark. I looked at my adorable boyfriend, and noticed he was sleeping soundly in my arms.
"My own sleeping beauty..." I stood up, carrying him bridal style, trying not to wake him.
I walk down the path, still admiring the view. It really was beautiful; there was so much color thanks to the random spots of blooming flowers, and the trees were a blinding shade of green. We got to the main road again, and I felt Gerard shift slightly. I could tell his eyes were slightly open, and he looked tired.
"Baby...?" His voice was thick with sleep, and it was sexy as hell.
"Hey sleepy head, we're heading back home. We have to go to school tomorrow, so we can't stay out all night." I made out a faint "ugh" from his tired voice, and giggled.
Once we were inside and in our pajamas (basically nothing but boxers), we got in bed. Gee put his head on my chest, and traced shaped on my stomach with his finger like I know he loves doing, as I rub the side of his chest gently. He purrs like a kitten, and I can't help but giggle.
"Goodnight, Frankie..."
"Goodnight, Gee, I love you."
"I love you...too..." He trailed off, falling asleep.
I reach over to grab my phone, which I haven't checked all day. It said I had 2 messages from Ray, which was typical, but the other few notifications made me a mix of pissed off, and worried as hell.
Jamia (3 missed calls, 7 texts)
Mom (6 missed calls, 4 texts)
I check my mom's texts first.
Mom: Frank, your father just called me. Don't stay at the house.
Mom: Frank, you better answer your fucking phone!
Mom: Please, text me something! I need to know you're okay!
Mom: I'm calling the police. He's in town.
I sit, unable to move. I feel dizzy, and need to get some air. I attempt to swing my legs off the bed, but I can't- I'm basically glued. I look back down at my phone and text my mom back.
Me: I'm okay, I've been at my friend's house all day. I won't go back home until I hear something. I love you mom.
I check Jamia's texts now, wondering what the hell she wants.
Jamia: Hey babe ;)
Jamia: There's some guy looking 4 u, said he's ur dad??
Jamia: Wtf frank a police officer just asked if I knew u or of ur whereabouts
Jamia: R u in trouble? Did u commit some kind of crime?
Jamia: Answer me frank, i won't go all crazy psycho chick on u this time
Jamia: I told the police to go to ur house to see if they can find ur dad, ok?
Jamia: U told me ur dad was dead, wtf is going on.
Once I finish reading her messages, I realize I'm crying. If he finds me, he'll find Gerard, then he'll hurt us both. I can't have that happen! I'm freaking out by now, and my cheek starts burning. I snap out of my hysterical state, and look over to see Gerard frightened. I gathered by my burning cheek and his concerned reaction, he slapped me.
"I-I'm sorry, Gee... W-we need to t-talk." He nods slowly, and I focus all of my thoughts on my past.
"I haven't told you everything about me. I said my dad left when I was young, and that's true, but he left for a reason. When I was about six or seven, my dad had problems with drugs and drinking. He'd come home late, and always be very harsh to me and my mom. He never hurt us then, just very short-tempered. Around my 11th birthday, things got more serious. He'd slap me, kick me, hurt me. My mom got the worst of it, I could always tell, but not until I turned 13. One night, I was up late in my room doing some stupid math sheet, when my dad burst in drunk as hell. He told me he... that he... w-wanted to have some... fun..." I couldn't finish. I was crying too much, seeing all too real flashes of memories in my head. Gerard sat with wide eyes, tears slowly blanketing his cheeks. I tried to gather my thoughts, and calm down. It was hard, but manageable.
"Basically, my mom divorced him, and sent him to jail after that. She would have done it sooner, but my dad always threatened that if she did, he'd kill us both brutally. We moved, once before this, but he knew where we were according to the police, so here we are. I'm so sorry, Gee..." I go back to crying, trying to rid the awful thoughts in my brain.
I feel Gerard's hand on my shoulder, and flinch. After those memories, I usually don't like to be touched for a few hours. He quickly draws it back, and just stares at me. I can tell he's crying, just no sound is coming from it. I shakily hand him my phone, letting him read my mom's and Jamia's messages. His hand goes to cover his gaping mouth, and he looks back to me.
"I...I love you, Frankie... Are you going to be safe? You can stay here as long as you need."
"I l-love you t-too, Gee, and y-yeah I'll be okay. T-t-thank you." I make the contact this time, and engulf him in a hug. He "shhh"s me, and strokes my hair soothingly. I cried for what could have been hours, then pull away from the hug a little, so that I'm still in his arms, but I can see his face. I kiss him, and lay back down. Gerard lays next to me, but keeps his distance in hopes of not upsetting me. I pull him closer, and I catch him smiling a little due to my action.
"I won't let him hurt you, Frankie. You'll be okay, I promise."
"Thank you, Gee... Oh, and, I think it might be best if I not go to school tomorrow? Just in case." He nods against my chest, and kisses my ribcage softly.
"We'll stay here, then. I'll explain everything to my mom, if that's okay?" He gazes up at me, and I nod, approving the request.
We start to doze off again, and easily, from all the crying. The last thought that passed my brain was
"Gerard will be safe, no matter what happens." And I knew I had to keep that statement true.
Notes
Okay so now there's going to be some crazy stuff going on for them! Hope you all enjoy what I have planned :-)
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ATTENTION ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO READ THIS!
I'm the author of this story- I lost my account after stupidly deleting my Tumblr which is connected to this specific account that I wrote the story on. I finally decided to get my act together and start the sequel today, March 15th, 2016. Please forgive me for my terribly late start on this. Nothing is posted but hopefully will be soon. Glad to be back everyone :)
3/15/16