Maybe This Could Work...

I woke up before Gerard. I marvelled at his perfectly pail, porcelain skin, as a small ray of sunshine, that snuck in through the shutters, dance on his cheek. He was so gorgeous, so angelically perfect. I just couldn’t imagine a more beautiful creature to exist in this world. The world might be ugly, but he’s so beautiful to me.
I checked the alarm clock; 9:46 in the morning. As much as I wanted to stay here with Gee, I still had a tone of school work to do for Monday, which will probably take the entire day. I had to get home and get to work! I got up without waking up my beautiful boyfriend and got dressed, leaving a note for Gerard.

Hey, baby, I didn’t want to wake you up. Have a shit tone of work to do... I’ll call you later when I get home. I love you <3
And last night was really amazing! You’re amazing baby :*

P.S.: You’re really cute when you sleep

Frnk xoxo

I took my stuff and snuck out of his room, just hoping Mikey wasn’t awake yet. I saw that his door was slightly cracked open, seeing only darkness inside. I guess the Way’s like to sleep in on Sundays. Thank you, God!
I tiptoed downstairs and quietly slipped through the front door, the cold November morning air hitting me in the face. I deeply inhaled the fresh air, then started walking towards my home, which was about an hour away, maybe less, but dragging the guitar around with me will take me longer.
All the way home I thought about Gerard and what we did yesterday and how amazing it was and how good it felt and just... waw!
I got home to an unlocked front door, which indicated that my dad was home. This should be fun...
I opened the door, being immediately hit by a strong smell of alcohol and the sound of multiple voices. What the hell?
Right as I closed the door, my dad appeared from the kitchen, swinging around a bottle of black absent.
“Where the fuck were you?” he practically yelled at me, then he took another gulp of the black liquor.
“I amm... I was at Gina’s” I mumbled, placing down the guitar. I knew I lied about where I were, but if my dad didn’t want to except the fact that I’m gay, then as sure as hell he didn’t have to know about the fact that I have a boyfriend and that I spent the night at his place, having the most amazing sex ever!
“Oh, cancer kid” he slurred out with a disgusting smirk on his face.
“Don’t call her that!” I said a little too loudly, because my voice attracted the voices that I heard, when I entered the house. There were about five of them; my dad’s bar drinking buddies. They never came around here, he never brought them home! Shit, this is going to be really bad.
“Call her what? I freak that’s going to fucking die?” my dad laughed, his laughter joined by the deep voices of agreement from his friends.
“Stop it” I hissed quietly, lowering my look away from the bastard I call my father. Before another word, I felt his fist clash with my cheek, knocking me to the side and in to the wall.
“Shut the fuck up, you little shit!” he yelled at me, his ‘friends’ joining in, in agreement again. I barely looked back at him, when another fist flew to my face, knocking my head back in to the wall and for a moment all I saw was blackness. The next thing I knew I was being pulled by my hair and shoved against the wall that separated the living room and hallway. I couldn’t keep my balance so I collapsed to the ground. My dad still held me by my hair, when one of his friends, a freakishly skinny guy with sandy brown messy hair, stepped towards my new guitar.
“Well, look here boys, what do we have here?” he said, finishing off his bottle of beer. I watched wide eyed as he opened the case.
“No! Don’t!” I screamed at him, trying to claw away from my dad, but his grip only became stronger and I received a full on kick to my ribs, making me gasp for air.
“I said shut the fuck up!” my dad yelled at me. The skinny guy took out my guitar, taking a good look at it.
“Put it the fuck down!!” I yelled, digging my nails in to my dad’s wrist, forcing him to let go of me, and jumping towards the guitar. But before I could even touch it, I was pulled back by my wrists by two pairs of strong arms that crashed me down on the floor and pinned down. A quiet crack emerged from my wrist, sending a slight shock of pain through my body. Shit, that can’t be good, I thought to myself. The next thing I saw, was my father leaning over me with a disgusted look on his face, like he was ready to kill me right there and then.
He didn’t say anything, not even a whisper, but he, along with the two guys pinning me down, began to kick me in the stomach, ribs, chest and everywhere else they could find. The pain was so bad that a started blacking out a little, hearing and now feeling another crack emerge from my ribcage, They kicked and kicked until I saw spitting out blood, but they didn’t stop then. I tried blocking out the pain, slightly opening up my eyes, to see what the hell that fucktard was doing with my guitar.
I saw him, holding it, looking at it. His gaze travelled to my and an evil smirk on his face. He took one more look at it, before swinging it above his head and then with one harsh move, smashing it to the ground. He smashed and smashed until it was in destroyed to pieces.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to get up and beat the shit out of him, but all I could do was cry, letting quiet cries for help escape my lips.
“Let’s go guys” said my father after a while, when the pain they were causing me became familiar, but still hurt like hell. They removed themselves to the kitchen, laughing like madmen.
I cried on the floor, trying to breathe through the shallow inhalations my ribcage and lungs were allowing me. I watched the pieces of my destroyed guitar on the floor. I felt like my whole body was collapsing together, crushing me from the inside.
I needed help! I somehow brought up the strength to crawl up the stairs, wincing at every move a made that said a shock of pain through my chest and stomach. I couldn’t move my right wrist.
I got up to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and lied down on the floor. I took out my phone, pressing the call button twice; once for opening up resent calls and once more for calling Gee’s number. I held the phone up to my ear with quivering fingers, trying to even brake out a sob from my throat. Nothing, only quiet tears falling down my cheeks.
As the phone rang, I tried the ears the pain from my body, forget about it and concentrate on the beeping of the phone. It didn’t really work.
I was about to give up and disconnect the line when Gerard finally picked up.
“Hey, sweetheart, you could have wakened me” he giggled.
“Gee...” I somehow breathed out, casing myself enormous pain, spreading through my chest.
“Frank? What’s wrong?” he became worried, I could hear it in his voice, on which I tired concentrating.
“Help...” I cried you, feeling another wave pain crashing inside me. I heard Gerard say something, but my ears didn’t register it and darkness began to crash over me. I wanted to stay strong, I didn’t want to pass out, so I tried my hardest not so succumb to the blackness. Through all this time I heard Gerard’s voice, yet I didn’t know what he was saying, I only knew that he sounded worried and angry.
No matter how hard I tried to stay awake, the darkness gulped me up in a matter of minutes. As my sight of everything disappeared, so did Gerard’s voice along with it...

I heard the sound of the door breaking open. I could only slightly open my eyes, everything was blurry, but I could see a black figure with red hair crunching down to me. I heard his voice. I felt his gentle touch on my cheek.
The pain was still there, but my body was sort of numb to it, the pain only emerging when he picked me up in to his arms and carried me out of the bathroom. I could feel a warm, sticky substance running from my mouth and down my cheeks. I could feel my eyes rolling back in to my skull, while my eyelids were still open. I saw light, yet saw nothing at the same time. More light hit my eyes, along with the colder breeze of the season. I felt my hands drop down from his embrace, freely dangling from my body, flopping in the pace of his footsteps like a fish out of water.
Soon I was greeted by a soft surface as I lied on my back, the pain settling down a bit. The voice was still there, still speaking to me, yet I still couldn’t make out the words.
I coughed, spreading daggers of pain through my chest, more sticky, thick liquid emerging from my mouth. I was gasping for air, which refused to go in to my lungs, it only drizzled in, like it was water drops falling from a leaky foist.
The voice became louder.
The crushing pain return as I was lifted from the softness that lied beneath me. His pace was now faster, hasty, a little uncoordinated at times. His breathing was fast. ‘At least he can breathe normaly’ I thought to myself. More voices. I heard more voices all around me. Some in whispers, some gasped in shock, some were calm.
I was placed down on a small surface, that wasn’t as soft as the one before, but kind of comfortable to lie on. The pain didn’t settle down this time, it only grew. It spread to my arms and legs, to the pit of my stomach and my throat. I coughed some more. More voices were around me now, but the one from before, his voice, was gone.
Something was pressed to my face, covering my mouth and nose.
I went under once again...

Notes

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