Yes, Mr. Iero.

I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my small torn-up matress on the floor. I pulled myself up being careful of my injuries and winced a bit when I tried to stand. My ass hurt like a bitch, it burned everytime I moved, and my back seemed like it was on fire. I dragged myself to the the washroon and gasped at the sight of me, I closed my eyes as tight as I could, hoping, wishing this was a dream and that I was still asleep. I opened my eyes again, still seeing the same image I saw previously. My face was cut, I had a handprint bruised onto my neck, and from what I saw based on my shoulders, my back had no skin left. I was thankful that Bert had poured peroxide on it though, it would help it heal faster and it prevented me from getting infected. I turned the water on a setting my back could handle.

"AHH! AUH! UH! FUCK!" I screamed as I stepped under the spray,

Twenty excruciating minutes later I stepped out and grabbed the gauze along with the healing salve.
"How the hell am I going to do this?" The question aimed toward the gashes on my back.
I decided to grab a spatula and just like spread it onto my back, I hobbled into the kitchen and grabbed our purple icing spatula,
"Perfect!" I went back into the washroom and scooped up a large amount of salve, it burned horribly at first but then the pain started to subside.
I grabbed the wrap from the medicine cabinet and and carefully wrapped it around my torso and over my shoulders. I laughed at myself, it looked like I was wearing a tan vest. The color was so dark against my pale, milky white skin.
I pulled a shirt over my head, tugged some sweatpants on, and grabbed my phone.
October, 22.
"HOLY FUCK! I WAS ASLEEP FOR THREE DAYS?!" I rushed to get my dress jeans on and find a button up with a tie to cover my bruised neck.
I decided on a white shirt with a skinny black tie to compliment my hair. Frank is going to think I died, omg, hes going to fire me.
I was freaking out as I grabbed my bottle of pain pills on my way out and awkwardly waddled at a fast pace to the office. I ran to my desk and the moment Frank saw me he stood up. He ran to me and pulled me into a passionate kiss, I felt a wetness on my cheeks and I wasn't crying. I pulled back and was met with a teary-eyed Mr. Iero,

"I thought I lost you." He whispered into my neck, he had his arms wrapped around my shoulders and I was thankful it didn't cause too much pain.
"I'm sorry," I whispered and hugged him back, finally snapping out of my trance.
"Don't fucking do that too me, ever again." He looked up into my eyes.
"I cant tell you what happened here, he has people watching me now." I said directly into his ear so only he would be able to know I had spoken.
"You are coming home with me." He left no room for discussion, I walked to my desk and sat down.
The day went by quickly and soon I was going home with Frank, I knew Bert would be at a party tonight since it was Friday, there was no chance of him catching me. Frank grabbed my hand and held it until we got up to his house, it was like he was afraid if he let go, I'd vanish.
I never really got to appreciate the beauty of his home the first time I had come. It was three stories and when you walk in you're met with two beautifully symmetrical pairs of cured staircases.
"My room is the first one on the third floor, with the big doors," Frank said running off into the house.
I walked up the stairs trying to ignore the burn in my rear and focus on the architecture.
At the top of the second set of stairs was very large double french doors, I was excited to see his room. I walked in and it looked like the room.belonged to a rich teenage boy, the furniture was large and expensive, almost imperial looking, and the walls were black with white chair rail and covered in band posters. I liked the contrast, Frank came bolting in and shut the doors behind him.
"G-Gerard! You're bleeding!" I reached up to feel the back of my shirt and surely enough, all the movement I had done today re-opened the torn flesh.
I sighed, "you might want to take a seat for what I'm about to show you."
He looked unsure and concerned, but he did as he was told and sat on the bed. I took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt revealing my neck and bandages, I let my shirt fall to the ground. I began to undo the gauze and I walked closer to him,
"This is going to be hand to see," he already had tears in his eyes.
I slowly turned around and he gasped and began sobbing uncontrollably at the sight of me. I hadn't actually seen what it looked like, but I knew it was bad. I gently wrapped my long skinny arms around him,
"I-I-I am s-so sorr-ry I c-couldnt be th-there to help y-you!" He forced out.
"Just promise me you wont beat yourself up about it, its not your fault." I tried to assure him, a tear escaped from my eye and landed in his chocolaty brown hair.
"This is all my fault!" He all but screamed into my chest,
"Its not, but even if it was, I-I'd take a bullet for you." The floodgates opened and I couldnt shut them now, we both sat there and cried until he was ready to hear my story.

Notes

And the fluff begins! I feel horrible about being Satan and making a super sadistic chapter last update so I hope this makes up for it! The chapters are going to start getting longer and smuttier ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ I'm so excited!!

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens. ❤