Would You Still Care?

I woke up to Gerard's foot pushing open the door, pancakes in hand. I sat up and yawned, my arms stretching towards the ceiling.
"Good morning, sleepy, thought I'd make you something to eat. You are so thin, almost breakable, do your parents feed you?" I didn't want to worry him so I just blamed it on high metabolism. I ate when we had food, which wasn't all that often. Dad was too drunk off his ass most days to get off the couch, let alone get groceries. He placed the chocolate chip pancakes in my hand, they smelled heavenly. "You have about an hour to get ready for school, no need to rush. You can borrow one of my shirts if you want, anything in the dresser you can borrow really. I have coffee brewing also, if you want it you better hurry your ass or I'll have it gone." Gerard said laughing as he walked out of the room. I finished up the pancakes, moaning they were so good.
About an hour and fighting Gerard for the last cup of coffee later, we arrived at school. Yesterday, when Gerard said he had my back, he truly meant it. He wouldn't let me out of his sight, making sure I got to all my classes without Trent or James beating the shit out of me. They had tried, however, managing to corner me in the bathroom, when Gerard walked in and gave them a run for their money. I found myself, staring at him more and more. I am gay, I've known that since sixth grade when I kissed my best friend and he beat the shit out of me. After that, he switched schools and we never talked again.
The rest of the school day passed, and Gerard and I had to part ways. I claimed that I had chores, and we could hang out some other time, he settled for exchanging numbers.
I dreaded walking through the doors of my house, I had to face that man sooner or later. The longer I took, the worse the beatings. I pushed my way into the house, finding Dad knocked out on the couch, beer bottle in hand. Sighing in relief, I walked up the creaky stairs to my room and tossed my book bag on the bed. I looked around, hoping the drunken fool didn't completely destroy my room again. Thankfully, everything was intact.
"Frank!!!" Fuck my life. Dad sounded beyond pissed.
"Yes sir?" I asked attempting to sound innocent and sugar coated.
"Get your ass down here!!!" I hurried and did as he said, tripping on the last step. I looked him up and down, noticing he was wearing clothes from three days ago. "Where the fuck were you yesterday?!" Venom laced his every word.
"I stayed late after school to... uh..work on a project with... some friends? When I got... home you were...uh, sleeping..." I stammered, averting my eyes from his.
"Liar! What friends?" He started laughing, a deep, drunken laugh. "Next time you fucking lie, make it believable! God, you are just like your cunt of a mother. She couldn't tell a lie either. No wonder you're worthless and fucking ugly, you're too much like her." He bellowed, walking towards me. I could almost smell his breath from here, the stench of beer almost as overpowering as his voice. I started backing away, trying and failing, to avoid confrontation. "Oh, no you don't you fucking pansy!" He grabbed me by the shoulder, then pushed me back again, so I fell to the ground with a thud. Fuck, that hurt! I started to push myself off of the ground, which was the wrong move.
"Please, no." Was all I could say, before he right hooked me in the face. I fell back to the floor, covering my face with my hands. He started kicking me hard in the ribs, eliciting groans of pain, he then started punching me again, aiming for the stomach. "Ugh..." I gritted, tears sliding out of my eyes and onto my cheeks.
"Stop being such a cunt, you worthless piece of shit! No wonder Linda left, she didn't want you, nobody wants you! Hell, if you fucking died, the priest wouldn't even show up to your funeral, nobody would!" He started to laugh, kicking me once more, shoving as much force as he could into my ribs. I could hear the crunch of one of my ribs breaking. I screamed out, pain etching my voice. His fist was brought back once more before he slammed it dangerously close to my lip ring. I groaned once more. "God, I need a drink." He said walking out the door, to what I'm assuming, would be a bar.
The pain was immense as I tried to walk up the stairs, every step leaving me short of breath. C'mon, just a few more steps. I told myself as I tried to get to my bed to lay down. It was getting really hard for me to breathe, maybe it was better this way. Maybe I deserved this. No. I didn't deserve this. I tried to shake the idea out of my head, but it wouldn't budge. His words kept playing in the back of my head, bring tears to my eyes once more. Please, not now. Aren't I in enough pain? My phone started to ring, momentarily distracting me from my thoughts. I reached towards it, wincing as I did so.
"H-hello?" I managed to ground out, my breathing heavy.
"Frank? Are you okay?" Gerard spoke, concern lacing his voice.
"Yeah, just peachy." I laughed nervously, then groaned. Laughing was a bad idea, so was breathing. Everything hurt.
"Where are you? I'm coming to get you, you sound terrible." Gerard said, his tone serious. Nononononono...
"I'm fine, really, I promise." He sighed, not falling for it one bit.
"My left ass cheek, you are. Where are you Frank?" I sighed, giving up and giving him my address. "I'll be there in five, just, stay put." Five minutes passed and I could hear my front door open. "Frank?"
"Upstairs, first door!" I yelled as loud as my injuries would let me. I could hear him rushing up the stairs, thanking god I gave up my address. When he walked in his, jaw dropped looking at my bruised, bloody form. Gerard rushed to my side, concern and anger marking his very soul.
"Who fucking did this to you? Was it Trent and James? I swear to god, I will beat the shit out of them." He had fire in his eyes.
"No." I said shaking my head.
"Was it your dad, Frank?" I shook my head for yes this time, tears leaking down my cheeks. He gasped, pulling me into a hug. I winced and he pulled back. "What's wrong?" He asked, meaning my wince.
"My ribs..." I sucked in a breath, "I think one is broken... it's getting harder to breathe." He looked into my eyes, getting protective, his eyes filling with hatred for the man I was forced to call my dad.
"Shit, we need to get you to a hospital. Can you walk?" I shook my head. It was too difficult. "I'm going to carry you to my car then, okay?" I shook my head again, granting permission. Gerard picked me up bridal style, being as careful as possible. Still, I winced. "Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's fine, nothing I can't handle."
"Do you think you can sit up or would it be better if you laid down in the back?" He asked as we approached his car. "Never mind, you're going into the back, you shouldn't be sitting. You might puncture a lung if you didn't already." He said as he opened the back door, gently placing me down. He slammed the door shut and walked around hopping in.
Soon, we arrived and he carried me into the emergency centre. My breathing was getting shallower by the minute, and everything felt like hell.
"Oh, no what happened?" Asked a kindly old lady serving as the check in person. I gave Gerard the look, and he understood, giving out a short lie. I started to fade out, just as nurses came running in with a gurney. The last thing I remember, before I blacked out was Gerard crying and being held back from chasing after me.

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