Frank POV

We were in the middle of Titanic when I heard Gerard snore softly. I looked to see him leaning his head in the couch's armrest. Smiling to myself, I pulled his head over to my lap. He smiled and cuddled tighter. My heart nearly stopped at his adorableness.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I continued watching. After thirty minutes, I wanted a glass of water. I carefully leaned down to take it from the floor next to the couch, but it toppled over.

At the slight sound, Gerard jumped up.

"I'M AWAKE! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK TO WORK I'M SORR-!"

He paused when he saw me.

"I'm still dreaming." He mumbled. "You're not real. You can't be. That man and I had sex. Then, he left."

I took Gerard's hand and put it to my face. He blinked.

"Frankie?" He whispered, his voice very small.

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm here."

I dropped my hand and he continued to feel my face. My cheeks... my jaw... my nose... my lips.
Then, tears began running down his face.

"I-I'm f-free?" He mumbled, incredulously pulling at his hair "I'M FREE!!"

His outburst frightened me.

"Gerard?"

"H-He can't hurt me... he can't h-hurt me again, can he Frankie?"

"No, Gee." I said softly, using his nickname in attempt to calm him.

"I'M FUCKING FREE!!"

He jumped on the couch and landed on my lap.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!"

I simply held him silently.

He then kissed me with a terrible force. My remained still in shock. A few minutes later, he wrapped his arms around me and began to cry hard again.

His body had begun to shake.

"Not now!" He whimpered.

"Not with Frankie, PLEASE. Please..."

"Gee?"

"F-Frank... I... I need it." He whimpered.

This was escalating too fast.

"It HURTS, Frankie..."

"Gerard, let's try to watch another movie-."

"I NEED IT!" He wailed, breathing hard.

Had they.. had they forced drugs into him to get him to... 'work'?

I pulled him to my lap, back to me, and pulled both his arms back. I was holding him like a human straightjacket.

"JAMIA!"

The maid ran in. Taking one look at the struggling man, she nodded and ran to the kitchen. She came back with sleeping pills.

I put them in my mouth and flipped Gerard to me. Our lips attached and I could feel his franticness.

Poor Gee. I knew the side effects of those pills he had been taking.

I pushed the sleeping pills into his mouth with my tongue. A soft sound as I heard hin swallow.
In a few seconds, he managed to pull away. He was covering his mouth and still crying.

"I'm a fucking slut, Frankie!" He wailed. "You can't fix me!"

"Gerard, calm down." I said softly. "It's an addiction. We can free you. I promise."

I pulled the struggling man into my arms and held him down. In a few minutes, I felt his breathing relax. I loosened my grip slightly to see his sleepy eyes.

I picked him up and carried him to bed.

"I was sixteen." He said sleepily.

"Mikey and dad tied me to a bed... and this man came in. He was older than my dad. So old, he had a full head of white hair."

I pulled the blanket up to Gerard's neck and stayed to listen. But I already had a good idea as to how this story ended.

"He smiled when he saw me. Then... he spread my legs..." Gerard began whimpering. "And he raped me."

Even though I knew it was coming, to actually hear him say it shocked me.

"He was so big." Gee whispered. "And he hurt me so much.... He made me feel like nothing, Frankie...."

I sat next to Gerard and caressed his face softly. He was an angel... and he needed me. If I didn't save him, no one else would.

"Then, he threw the money on the bed... and left. It took me... an... hour to... stop... bleeding...."

He was finally asleep. I kissed his forehead and stood up.

Then, I changed my mind and curled up next to him.

Oh God.... He had probably told me all of this half asleep.

There was no way Gerard would have told me all of this in his right mind.

I then knew what I needed to do.

I would report the Ways to the police. Gerard was all the evidence I needed.

Notes

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