It's Not a Fashion Statement

FRANKS POV
I squint my eyes to try and get a better view of the figure in front of me, but no matter how many times I try to blink away the fuzzy feeling in my eyes, it doesn’t work.
I feel another thrash of pain bolt through me, causing me to cry out in agony and tears to spill down my face, it is honestly the worst pain I’ve ever felt.
“Shut up you slut,”
The voice is loud, making my ears ache and burn unlike a pain I’ve ever felt before.
“You’re very pretty, you know,”
I squirm under their stare, shaking over the thought of those words leaving their mouth.
Their breath stinks of alcohol and the warmth of it tickles my neck, making my hairs stand on end.
I try to focus on their voice and accent, to try and figure out who it is, but I don’t recognise the tone from anywhere. Maybe I do, but I just can’t place anything right now because I’m too drugged out and busy crying in agony.
“I’m so sorry you’re paying for your boyfriends mistakes,”
They growl in my ear, pressing their hands down onto my shoulders and spitting in my face. This is disgusting, and I don’t know what to do. I just want Gerard. Please.
“wha-what… do y-you mean?“ I stutter, trying to gulp down the sobs to form a sentence.
All of a sudden, I feel a cold hand grip onto my waist and another on the side of my cheek, caressing my skin in small circles. Maybe it’s gerard, and I’m just imagining all this nonsense. It’s probably just the drugs causing me to imagine this voice whispering threats into my ear.

I feel the hand slide up my shirt and it sends a shiver up my spine, feeling the cool, rough skin on my soft stomach, indicating to me this is in fact not at all Gerard, and actually a stranger who is feeling around under my shirt whilst I’m practically unconscious. Even though my body is numb, I know Gerard’s hands are much softer and warmer, and complete different shape in total.
The hand then starts travelling down and I feel it grace over my crotch, as panic starts to rise and my head starts to spin even quicker, if that’s actually possible.
I feel the hand slip into my boxers and then a tight grab on my ‘member’, which even though I can barely think, it sends alarm bells ringing in my head. I try to back away from the unwanted touch, though no success, as the unknown figure is now on top of me and I’m pushed underneath them into the sofa.
“No, NO… NO, STOP-“ I cry out, my body shaking from the drugs and the fear, my limbs weak as I try to move. I try to scream but instead I just feel a warm, stinging syrup rise up my throat and fill my mouth, causing me to gag and throw up over the side of the sofa.
“Honey, I’m not trying to hurt you,” they state, pulling up my limp body and rubbing circles on my back, their other hand still stroking up and down my cock as I use all my power to move away, but I just can’t.
I try to stay upright, but instead I fall into their chest breathing heavily and gasping for air, as they move to pull my shirt off.
“no-“ I whine out, shaking away and trying my best to not give in, but I just can’t do anything.
They pull down my tight pants and then my boxers, leaving me shaking and revealed, weak and frail all for this stranger to take advantage of. What did I do to deserve this?
They then latch their mouth around my length and start sucking, as I try and kick them away, but I can’t even feel my legs so that isn’t going to work. Another wave of pain thrashes inside of my stomach, causing me to choke and let out another sob. I just want this to be over with, I just want gerard.
Gerard… the name lingers in my head as I try to think of them and their face. Gerard? i don't even know a gerard... or do I?
I try my best to scream, as finally I manage without throwing up. An ear-piercing cry erupts from the back of my throat, when I feel a sharp smack on the side of my face and I hear the disgusting vile human on top of me cursing into my ear. I thrash around and finally rid myself of the unwelcome contact, falling onto the floor. I pull my tight pants up and stagger over to the door, just when I feel a grip back onto my wrist and hear a loud crack echo around the room, as an excruciating pain shoots up my wrist, causing me to cry out. I just want to black out, but I can’t, no matter how much pain I’m in my body is still fighting to keep me awake.
The door suddenly swings open, and of what I can make out, the person is wearing something gold.
“Oh shit-“
They say, as another figure appears from around the door and then walks towards me. I suddenly feel two pairs of hands feeling around my body for what I’m guessing, a pulse, as they’re feeling on the side of my neck and my aching wrist.
“You there sweetie?” one of them asks me, kneeling down and gently tapping the side of my face, as I slowly nod and try to figure out if I know these people. I can make out brown hair, but that’s about it.
“It’s okay, we’ll get you sorted out okay? Just don’t move honey,” their voice is soft and rather melodic, even though they’re just talking.
If I keep my head still and really concentrate, I can make out honey-brown eyes, which are carefully watching me with concern.
They turn around and suddenly shout ‘Brendon’, which makes my ears hurt, a lot.
I watch the gold man turn around and then come face to face with the disgusting unknown figure that got me into this mess, as the figure moves to punch the gold man, but he ducks just in time and the figure ends up punching the wall and cursing in pain.

“Go out the back Ry, I’ll be there in a moment, I’ll get Gerard and call an ambulance, okay? Be careful-“ The gold man rushes out of the door and I’m left with the brunette-honey eyed boy, carefully lifting me up from under my arms. I loosely fall into his grip as he lifts up my legs and carries me out of the room and to what appears to be the back of the building; probably to avoid attention from the main hall and the cameras up front, even though it’s probably a longer way out. I suddenly feel another shoot of the staggering stomach pain, making me grip onto him and screech.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he coos, tightening his grip and kicking the back door open with his foot and rushing out, to be met with the gold man, (who I think is called Brendon? Well, that’s what the brown haired boy called him anyway), and the sort of familiar black haired man.
“Why the fuck am I here?” the black haired man shouts, sending a ringing noise through my ears.
Brendon then throws what appears to be ice and water in his face, slapping him across the cheek.
“Sober the fuck up now-“ he shouts, making me shake and sob out as the ringing returns again.
“Hey guys, quiet it down, I don’t think he’s good with noise,” the soft-spoken boy quietly says to the two arguing men, as they turn around and stop what they’re doing.
I look over to the black haired man and Brendon glaring at each other, the black haired man staring back guiltily.

Before I can assess the situation anymore, I am suddenly pulled out of the small brunettes surprisingly strong grip, into a bed and slid into a van, as various hands search around my body, the people chanting different codes and numbers to each other. A sudden sharp pain courses through my veins in my arm, as I glance down and a thick needle is poking into my skin. I gulp, feeling a bit queasy at the sight of it, plus the added pain and confusion of just everything.
“Just close your eyes, okay, honey? Don’t think about the pain. Try for us, alright?” a kind woman speaks to me, gripping onto my hand and rubbing soothing circles on it. I take a deep breath and gently lock my eyes shut, when a force of pain rushes around my whole body, making me dizzy until I feel myself completely blacking out. Y’know, I kind of just wish I'd have blacked out much earlier on… when I first felt dizzy. I wouldn’t have felt any of the pain that followed...

Notes

*peeks out from under the table*
"is it safe to come out yet?"
*angry mob of readers holding flame throwers gathers around the table*
ok i guess not then
so yeah... sorry about the wait though for all of u cuties who asked, i had a v nice time thank u. i'm sorry. yeah also sos for mistakes i just got back off holiday and its like midnight and jetlag and shit and i'm really tired.
mhm yeah so this situation might seem realllllllllly confusing to u guys, but itll be explained and so on. we're finally getting to exiting parts.
what do u think gerard did? WhO dO yOU tHInK iT iS ?? oOOh
lmao okay well anyway i also wanna thank yal for 20 thousand frikin views thAtS aLOT


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