Mute

Frank's pov*

I lean against the door as mom talks to Gerard. He, of course, isn't responding to her words verbally.
I strain to hear the words being said. I can only make out mom saying something about missing being a nurse, and Gerard starting school with me. She promises that I'll protect him.
I don't want people picking on Gerard, because even though I don't like Gerard, I don't find it fair for him to be pushed around. Trust me, I have it happen almost every day, and it SUCKS! MAYBE I'll defend him.
Mom says something to Gerard about going into the kitchen so I don't eat all the food. I run to the table so it looks like I wasn't listening to them 'talk'. I sit at the table, quietly, and begin to eat the 'food'. To be honest, it's not that great, but school lunches are worse, so I can't really complain.
Mom walks into the room.
"Frank, did you save me some food?" she asks. What? Am I king lard-ass over here? God.
"Yes, Mom," I scoff.
"Good."
"You act like I'm fucking 600 pounds and I'm gonna eat all your dinner along with mine," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Hey, sorry. I eat too," She jokes. I glare falsely.
"Well, duh. You can't just, not eat," I take a bite of whatever she intended to make. It looks kind of like pasta. But tastes kind of like dirt, or a mixture of sticks, and cardboard.
"Dinner's good," I lie.
"Glad you like it," she says thoughtfully. I roll my eyes. She doesn't see me.
After dinner, I go to my room and resume playing PlayStation.
Gerard faces the wall, hugging his legs to his chest. I hear quiet sobs. I look over with concern.
"Gerard?" I ask, feeling kind of bad for coming off as a major douche bag.
He goes silent.
"You okay?" I ask.
He stays quiet.
I pause my game, and slowly approach his bed.
"Are you okay?" I repeat.
He nods. His cheeks are sopping wet from crying. How long has he been crying?
I sigh, and trudge back to my bed.
"Suit yourself," I bounce onto the bed. I press start to continue my game.
He sniffles, and pulls a blanket over his head.
Now I feel like a dick. I slam my head against the wall behind me in frustration.
Gerard doesn't bother to look up. He already can tell what a fuck up I am.
I growl at myself for being so mean.

Notes

Hey there! Hope you like it! Yes, I know it's short... Sorry... :/
chapter by gay llama