Mute

Gerard's pov*

My head hurts!.. My stomach and face too, but my head feels the worst.
Frank tried to rescue me from that dickweed, Jason, but we both ended up pretty beat up. Now Frank's taking me back to the house.
My arm's around his shoulders, and his is around my waist. He's holding me up, and I'm honestly grateful, cos I don't think I could walk far on my own.
He keeps trying to talk to me, but I can't answer him.. I made a mistake before.. I mustn't speak!
When we reach the house, Frank let's us in with his key. Linda told me last night that she was gonna get a key cut for me today. I'm not sure why she'd bother, it's not like I'll be here that long.
Once inside, Frank took me up to his room and sat me on my bed "I'm gonna get the first aid kit. Just sit tight.." I nodded, and he disappeared out of the room.
It felt like I might have a cracked rib or two.. It's nothing new though.
I sat silently waiting for Frank to return.
When he came back after a couple minutes, he had what appeared to be a small suitcase in his hands. He chuckled at my shocked expression ".. You know my mum used to be a nurse, right?.." Oh yeah!.. I remember her telling me now.. That explains the oversized first aid kit, I guess. Frank placed it on the bed next to me and opened it up. It looked like half an E.R department was in there. He smiled at me as he dragged the desk chair over and sat on it in front of me ".. Ok, so what hurts?.." I put my hand against my ribs, then down to my stomach, then I pointed to my right eye, that I could practically feel swelling and closing up, then the left side of my jaw, and finally, I pointed to the back of my head, but didn't touch it ".. Shit!.." Frank exclaimed ".. They got ya good, didn't they?!.." I nodded slightly, but it made my vision blur, so I stopped, looking down at my hands in my lap ".. So let's take a look at the damage.. Can you take your top off?.."
I don't like undressing in front of people.. And I really don't want Frank to see my scars, but what choice do I have right now?
Wincing at the pain that goes through me, I slowly remove my hoodie and t-shirt in one go. I heard a gasp from Frank as I lifted the garments up over my head.. SHIT!.. The tops brushed against the back of my head.. That REALLY hurt!
As I struggled free of the tops, and dropped them on the floor next to the bed, Frank's hand reached out and brushed against my ribs. I yipped in pain, and he removed his hand ".. Sorry.." He said, quietly ".. But.. Gee, this looks really bad.. Like you could have broken ribs or something.." There's no doubt in MY mind!.. I nodded slightly, not looking in his eyes ".. Gee?.." I frowned and looked up. He looked quite distressed ".. These.. These scars?.." I looked away ".. You did them, didn't you?!.." I closed my eyes, tears running down my cheeks ".. You don't have to do this!.. I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore!.." Why does he care?.. I looked up into his eyes. He looked so sincere! ".. Please Gee?.." His hand reached out again and lightly traced over one of the bigger scars, just above my right hipbone. I shivered at the touch. I nodded, though I knew it was a promise I couldn't keep.
Frank smiled sadly, then gently took my chin in his hand and turned my face so he could get a better look at the bruises growing over my eye and jaw ".. You got quite a shiner coming on.." He commented, gently prodding the sensitive skin. I winced, and he shook his head ".. Sorry!.." Then he turned to the giant first aid kit and started to dig around inside ".. They didn't break the skin, but you're gonna be funny colours for a while.." He continued to search for a couple minutes, then suddenly sat up straight with a tube of something in his hand ".. Ta-da!.." He showed me the tube, a big grin on his face. I had no idea what that stuff was, and my face must've shown confusion, cos Frank giggled, then explained what it was.. Man, I love his giggle!.. Wait!.. What?.. Shut up Geetard!.. Don't go there! ".. It's called Arnica cream.. It doesn't stop bruises from forming, but it DOES make them go away quicker.." He popped the cap and squeezed a little onto his fingertips ".. This'll sting a little!.." I nodded in understanding ".. Close your eyes.." I did, and a moment later, I felt Frank's fingertips ghosting over my bruised skin. I bit my lip to stop from whimpering. He was right!.. It DID sting!
After he'd finished with my eye, and apparently my cheekbone too, though that didn't hurt, he then turned my face the other way, and applied some of the cream to my jawline. Now that DID hurt!.. I'm pretty sure Jason or one of his thugs had kicked me there.. Again though.. Nothing new!
God!.. My head hurt!.. It was kind of eclipsing all the other pains now.. That was sort of worrying.
I wanted to tell Frank to stop touching my face, and take a look at the back of my head, but I couldn't.
I'd spent 9 years in silence, and the day I choose to speak, I get one of the worst beatings of my life.. I don't think that's a coincidence.. I think that's a punishment.. I'm not meant to talk.. They TOLD me to never talk!
Frank is still stoking the cream over my jaw, though I'm SURE he must've finished by now. I lifted my hand up and gingerly touched the back of my head. Something was wrong!.. It felt wet! Sticky!
I brought my hand down in front of my eyes, and sobbed as I saw them.. red blood covering my fingertips.. So much blood.. Like my dreams.. Like mum and dad!
My breath hitched as I started to shake. Suddenly Frank was examining my head, his hands gently parting my matted hair ".. It's ok Gee!.. You're gonna be ok!.." Then he was laying me down and pulling his phone from his pocket. He looked down at me with concern as he waited for someone to pick up ".. Stay awake Gee.. Ok?.. You gotta stay awake!.." He held my hand in his. I could hear my heard thundering in my ears. Everything felt kinda surreal, kinda blurred ".. Hello?.. Yes.. Is Linda Iero there please?.. Yes!.. I'm her son.. Thank you!.." Oh right.. The phone call! ".. Mum?.. No, we're at home.. Don't start mum.. Look, Gerard got beaten up.. Yes, of COURSE I tried to stop it.. Mum please, listen to me.. I need you to come home.. His head, it's bleeding.. Ok.. Ok, I will!.. I'll call you back!.." He hung up, then dialled 911
Oh fuck!.. That can't be a good sign!...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here..

This kinda got away from me.. I hadn't intended for 911 to be called, but I felt it needed to happen..

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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