Maybe This Could Work...

I had to spend four more days in that boring hospital, unlike Mikey who left the day after his surgery. And even though Gerard had his hands full with helping and caring for Mikey, he still took his time to come visit me for at least an hour. But what I didn’t like about Gee’s visits was the fact that every time he’d come, Sam would show up and linger around, when all Gee and I wanted to do, was to be alone.
Then came Sunday. To be honest, I was really nervous. The previous day Gerard and I talked about where I’d live now. I told him that I had nowhere to go and he just laughed in my face, because he had made up his mind days ago, about me moving in with him when I got out of this sterile building. At first I felt really uncomfortable about it. I would basically be pushing in to his life, be an obstical in his home life and when I told him about my worries, he, again, laughed in my face, saying and I quote: “Such a sweet little idiot”
It was exactly 8.30 in the morning, when Gee knocked on the door, a big grin across his face.
“You ready to leave sweetheart?” he asked, his voice smooth as honey.
“Yes! Let’s get the hell out of here!” I smiled, grabbing that one bag of cloths Gee had brought to the hospital for me, granted they were mostly his, but still, I didn’t complain. I loved wearing his cloths, just feeling the warmth and the smell his sweet scent, it was just heavenly.
We were just about to leave, passing by the reception, I could already see Gee’s car parked in the parking lot, when Sam crossed our path.
“I hoped I’d catch you before you left” she smiled at both of us, but mostly at Gee. Sam reached inside her lab coat pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper and handed it to Gee.
“If anything should happen, just give me a call” she smiled even wider, then ran off towards the ICU. Gerard unfolded the paper and on it was a phone number; Samantha’s phone number. I didn’t really like the fact that she gave my boyfriend her phone number, but I calmed myself with the thought that she knew he was gay and had no chance with him.
“That was... weird” mumbled Gerard, saving the paper in his jacket pocket. I shrugged, then we continued our way to his dark red car.
The drive was somewhat pleasant, until I figured out where we were going! As soon as he turned towards that street, I immediately started protesting.
“Gee, no! No, no, no, no!” I kind of yelled at him, my eyes glued on to the road.
“Frankie, honey, we have to get your stuff, ‘cause, honestly, I can’t afford much right now, a teacher’s salary an all” he said, slowing down as we came closer and closer to the hell of my life.
“Did I mention no?” I sort of hissed at him, clutching tightly to the seat belt, refusing to even take a single step out of this freaking car!
“Come on, I’ll be right there with you” Gee smirked, parking the car across the street from my house.
“Fuck no! Have you gone insane?” I hissed at him. I looked at the eggshell coloured house, the four visible windows from the front, the stony path running in the middle of the grass that needed to be cut weeks ago. Dad’s car was parked in front of the house, on the edge of the driveway like usual.
“Yes, actually, I have. Ever since I met you” Gerard purred, and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Save the sweet talk, ‘cause you are not, I repeat, NOT getting me in to that house!”

10 minutes of arguing over the matter, I was walking down the stony path, Gerard’s hand firmly clutching on to mine.
“Just breathe sweetheart” he kept on saying, over and over again, until I got so frustrated that I wanted to punch him! But, of course, I didn’t, because he only meant well. So I pushed the feelings down, saving them for, if I should need them for my dad.
Getting inside the house wasn’t the problem, because I still had the key, the problem was what awaited inside.
There were still small dried up poodles of blood on the floor, which I couched up a week ago, when I got the beating. And right there, where the staircase started were the broken shards of the birthday gift I had gotten from Gerard. I remembered how that guy smashed it against the floor and I remember how defenceless I felt.
Gerard pulled me out of my reliving of that horrifying memory, by pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.
“It’s okay baby” he murmured. I nodded, then led him upstairs to my room, trying my best to ignore the bloody mess in the bathroom.
My room wasn’t that impressive, but it was still my world, the only place that made me feel safe, somehow. Cloths lying on the floor, band posters and graphite on the walls and the smell of cigarettes hovering in the air, the curtains were closed, creating a nice dim lighting.
“Nice room” mumbled Gerard, taking a look around, while I, on the other hand, started packing my cloths in to a duffle bag. I was able to put all my cloths in one bag, which resulted in Gerard giving me a surprised look.
“What?” I asked, zipping up the bag.
“Nothing, I just kind of expected you’d have more stuff” he shrugged, while taking a look at my CD collection. I rolled my eyes and continued shoving stuff inside bags... well, in to a bag. I really didn’t have much stuff, because most of it got ruined because of my dad, and I just didn’t want to buy new things for tones of money.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I turned around, finding my least favourite person in the world, leaning on the door frame with a look of pure rage on his face. My body wanted to react in defence, but this time I had enough! I won’t be running away anymore! I won’t be hiding anymore! I won’t be a weak chicken shit anymore! Not now, not today!
“I’m leaving” I said coldly.
“You’re what?” he grunted, stepping closer, getting Gerard in his view.
“And who the hell are you?” my dad spat out a Gerard, giving him a disgusting look.
“That’s my boyfriend” I answer instead of Gee, closing up the second bag. The look displayed on my father’s face was at first priceless. I never came out to him and even though he did call me faggot and cock sucker a lot, I don’t think he ever meant those thing, because a man like him, would never want a son that’s gay.
But the second that priceless, shocked expression of his disappeared, a ragefull hate replaced it. And it was horrifying!
“Your what?” he said, turning his ear to me, pretending like he didn’t hear me or understand me.
“Boyfriend. I’m his boyfriend” said Gerard, stepping to me and taking my hand.
“Yes. And I’m leaving! I’m leaving this horrible place, and I’m living your sorry ass with it! I’m done! I’m done being pushed around and beaten for no damn reason! I’m sick and tired of being your punching bag all the time and I am most definitely done with you insulting me and insulting my mom! You’re a sick old motherfucker, who has lost his mind so fucking much that he started beating his own son! And I’m done. I’m fucking done with bullshit! And you can burn in hell for all I care!”
It was all the anger and sorrow and hurt that built up in me for the past eight years. Yes, I still wanted to yell in his face, I still had so much to tell him, tell him how much he’d fucked me up, how screwed up I was because of him, but I remembered one thing Gina told me a couple years ago when she broke up with her first boyfriend: “Never give them the satisfaction to know how much you’re suffering because of them, never give them the satisfaction of seeing you destroyed because of them”
And for the first time in my life, I actually listened to her ‘relationship’ advise. I took my bags, pulling Gerard behind me, past the horrible human being – if we can call him that – and straight to the stairs.
“Please take them to the car, I need to get one more thing” I said to him, handing him the bags.
“Frankie, I don’t-“
“Yeah, it’s a bad idea, but there’s something I need to get from my parents bedroom” I told him, giving him a quick pat on the cheek. He hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, taking the two bags in to the car. I ran down the hall, opposite my room, to where my parents used to sleep, before my mom died. After that, my dad basically put it under of limits and I’ve only been in there three or four times since then, just to make sure that the thing was still there.
I almost broke down the door, seeing my dad walking straight to where I was, then immediately looking it, when I was in the bedroom. It still smelled like mom, like her perfume and most of her stuff was still here, bringing back hundreds of memories of her, and how I used to take her stuff to play with. The memory I like most of all, was when I was about nine or eight, I snuck in here, taking her makeup kit, and finding her black eyeliner, which became my first eyeliner. I remembered how much trouble I had putting it on at first, but then my mom came in and she didn’t day anything mean or hurtful, she just came over with a smile and said: “Frankie, sweetie, look... This is how you do it”
Her hand was so smooth and I was wowed in an instant. We spent the rest of that day fooling around with her makeup and it was one of the best days of my childhood.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a loud banging on the door and dad’s shouting from the other side. I pushed him out of my head, going immediately for my mom’s nightstand drawer. In it, was a small envelope with my name neatly spelled on it. I took it and shoved it inside my jacket pocket, then looked in the second drawer which contained this cool neckless my mom got when she went to a concert when she was about my age. It was a small white skull on a black small chain.
I put it around my neck, then made my way to the window, because it was basically the only way out without getting – probably – killed.
I thanked God, that my parents bedroom window led to the garage roof, which made the jump to the ground easier and less painful for my chest. I jumped on the roof, feeling a slight pressure in my chest, but ignored it. I could see Gerard, standing by his car, looking worried at the house, before his look travelled to me and as soon as he saw me, he ran towards me. I know that this was a terrible situation and that if my dad figured out what I was doing, I’d be, well... dead, but I just couldn’t help but thinking how hot Gee looked while he ran. So freaking hot! If we get out of this alive in one piece, I swear to God, I’m going to fuck his brains out!
“What are you doing?” Gee half shouted at me, while I was figuring out how to get off this freaking roof without hurting myself.
“I’m trying not to die, thank you very much” I roll my eyes, stepping to the drainpipe, realising that climbing down it is probably the safest choice I had.
“Just... oh, God, please don’t hurt yourself” he pouted, as I took my first step down the pipe.
“Stop panicking, baby”
And then I slit down to the ground, with only a small cut on my side to show for it. Gerard hugged me in an instant, holding me tight to himself.
“I love you Frankie” he said, then pressed his lips to mine.
“I love you too, Gee” I said, when we broke apart to catch our breath.
“Let’s get the fuck away from here” I breathed out with a smile on my face.
We ran to the car, closing the doors just in time to see my dad or... the man I used to call my dad run out of the house, his face red from madness. I watched the house disappeared in to the distance as we drove away, living my awful life behind for good. I was finally free.
I remembered a quote from The Fault In Our Stars, where a texi driver in Amsterdam said: “... And in freedom, most people find sin”
And if now I am free, if I had found my freedom and if that meant Gerard is my sin, then fuck it! I am a sinner and proud of it, because I love this man more then everything in the world.
Now, my life full of freedom began, just like that... One brave act form my side by standing up to my dad, one stubborn act from Gerard by getting me to go to my house and one aggressive man; that was all that was needed to get me to finally be free.

Notes

Hey sweethearts! I know it's been a while since I posted and I'm really sorry, but I had a really bad week, because I got in to a huge fight with my brother and all the things he called me... it basically just broke me... But I'm kind of better now :) Mostly because, I am finally getting my lip pierced tomorrow :D I'm getting it on the same place as Frank had it, so yey :D Will probably post the result on my Tumblr, so if you wanna see, just message me for the link ;)

Aaaanywayss... Hope you guys like this and I hope it makes up for the time I've been gone
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I'll try updating soon, probably around Wednesday, like usual :P

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