Maybe This Could Work...

And I was right. It was pure torture. It was horrible!
He never referred to me as Frankie, not even Frank, I was always Mr. Iero, which honestly was getting on my nerves. And he didn’t really pay much attention to me either. He rarely came to check on my work, but he always scolded me if he saw I wasn’t paying attention.
“Mr. Iero! Snap out of you daydreaming or I will have to give you detention!” that’s what he said every time.
It seemed so simple for him, like he didn’t give a single shit if we were ‘together’ or not and I didn’t want to show it bothered me on the outside, but it tore me apart on the inside, because all I wanted to do was run up to him, wrap my arms around him and never let go of him again. It’s true when they said, that you realise what you have, when in fact you don’t have it anymore. But knowing this is only for two weeks made the days a little more bearable. But just a little.
I got a couple more beatings at home, mostly because for some reason my father blamed me, because he – already – lost his job. But I bared through it like I always had, then curled up in my room, with my thoughts with my red haired angel.
And he kept his promise about Support Group. The next Wednesday, he wasn’t there. And to be completely honest I didn’t want to be there either, because now it was mostly Gina and Mikey swapping saliva with each other, not really paying any attention to me. But I went anyways. Why? I have not fucking clue as to why I went, when all I did there was sit, listen to Gabriel and his testicular story, which now I had memorised to the very last word, then listen to others talk about their problems and then Gabriel talking to them again how he wishes they could be just as lucky as him. If by lucky he means, divorced, friendless and living in his parents’ living room.
Gina tried to put me in a good mood, even though she didn’t know why I was upset in the first place, but I believe she assumed it was because of ‘the guy’ I’ve been seeing. She even tried convincing her foster parents if she could stay at my place for one night. Of course they wouldn’t let her and neither did I. I just couldn’t let her near my dad, since he was on an alcoholic rampage the whole time.
For most of these two weeks, Gina and I spent our after school time in the comic store, occasionally Mikey would joins us. But today it was just me, because Gina had her first official date with Mikey.
I, on the other hand, was lying on the floor with my legs bent, alone in the comic book store, comic book in hand, not really paying attention to what I was reading, because in my mind I was with Gerard. It was killing me to be away from him, but I did actually take some time to think about... Us.
I really wanted to be with him, like actually be with him, in a serious relationship, where there’s a lot of fucking and romantic bullshit. Well, about the fucking thing... I wouldn’t really know about that, cause I have never done it before, and honestly I was kind of nervous about that. He was probably very experienced and knew what felt good and I was innocent in all those things.
I sighed loudly, throwing away the comic book.
“Everything okay, Frankie?”
I looked up to the aisle, that led between the shelves, finding Bob, the comic book store owner, who is also a good friend, looking down at me with a sympathetic look.
“Yeah, everything fine” I said, running my fingers through my hair.
“Ya sure about that?” he asked, sitting down next to me, crossing his arms on his chest. I nodded, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
“Let’s me guess. Love trouble?”
I nodded again, looking down at my bent knees.
“I get it buddy” he sighed, patting me on my shoulder. I nodded once again, then I was left alone with my thoughts again.
I really didn’t think of anything, expect the way his lips felt on mine. It was like they belonged together.
Just as I was about to leave the store, to return back home to probably very drunk father, it’s started raining.
“Great” I sighed, pulling up my hood, even though I knew it won’t help me one bit. I slowly stepped in to the cold rain, tucking away my hands in to my jacket pockets, and began walking back home. I didn’t really mind the rain, I always felt like it cleansed me of all my insecurities, giving me some strength for what would follow later, in this case, a beating.
I walked through the wet streets, hearing the squishy sound my soaked Converses made against the concrete, my hair stuck to my face, my eyeliner probably already running down my face with the numerous rain drops and my cloth completely wet. I was about 10 minutes away from the comic store, when I started freezing. Okay, maybe rain isn’t the most pleasant weather...
I wrapped my arms around my body, not doing any good, but in my head I believed it was keeping me somewhat warm.
I passed so many people with open umbrellas, giving me strange looks, like I was crazy to be walking in the rain without an umbrella over my head. I tried ignoring their stares, and for the most part I was successful at it, but some were really looking at me with disgust in their eyes. I really didn’t know why people had such a big problem with me, when they didn’t even know me at all.
As I was walking past the park, when I heard someone loudly calling out to someone. Then the shouting didn’t stop, I looked over to see which idiot was yelling. And I almost forgot to breathe when I saw said idiot.
“Finally” he sighed, sitting inside his car with the right window rolled down.
“Ge-... What are you doing here?” I asked, for a second forgetting about our agreement.
“You need a ride home?” he asked, ignoring my question. A ride home?
“Isn’t that kind of amm... breaking the agreement?” I asked, fixing a wet lock of hair from my face.
“Just get in” he winked, opening the door for me. I hesitated for a moment, but then gave in and sat down in the passenger seat, the familiar scent filling my nostrils.
“And answering both of your questions; I was on my way from antique bookstore in downtown and yes, it does, but I’m not going to be an ass and drive past the guy I love, while he’s freezing in the rain” he smiled, pulling back on to the road.
Wait... WHAT? Love? He did say it, right? It wasn’t just my imagination? He actually said and I quote: “...the guy I love”! I was shocked at first, but then a warm feeling spread over my body, especially in my heart. A side smile stretched through the half of my face, as I watched him drive, his words still sounding in my head.
He looked at me for a second with the corner of his eyes, a smile appearing on his face a moment later.
“You okay?” he asked, making a right turning away from the park.
“Yeah, I guess” I said, pulling of my hood and messing up my wet hair.
Silence followed. Right before he turned on to my street, he spoke again.
“Listen... I just have to know, cause it’s been killing me for the past week. Have you thought about... you know...” it seemed like he was at a lost for words, but I knew what he was asking about.
“I did actually, just today” I told him, taking a quick glance of him. Gerard just smiled widely, keeping his eyes on the road. Moments later we arrived in front of my house.
I looked out through the window that was all blurry from the rain, but I could still see that the lights were still on in my house. I bit my lower lip, contemplating if I should go inside or spend the night out in the rain.
“Everything okay Frankie?” Gerard ask, probably noticing my dilemma.
“I amm... Yeah. Actually no” I sighed, taking my look from the window to Gerard, who was already looking at me.
“You’re afraid to go inside, aren’t you?”
I nodded, feeling slightly stupid about my idiotic fear of my dad, even though that fear was pretty much reasonably there.
“Look, I don’t want to break out agreement, because I really do believe it’s the best thing right now, but, I don’t know... Do you want to spend the night at my place?” he said with sympathy in his voice and a kind smile across his face.
“I would love to, but I want to stick to the agreement. It’s not like there’s anything new waiting for me anyways. I just have to get through it, like every time. But believe me, I really, really, really do want to go with you” I sadly said, staring in to his equally sad hazel eyes.
“Give me your hand” he then said, reaching in to his over the shoulder bag that was in the back seat. Without a word I extended my hand, an expression of confusion on my face. He gently took my hand, pressing the tip of the pen he had pulled out of his bag, to my skin, writing down several numbers.
“A little adjustment to the agreement” he smiled, letting go of my hand. I smiled back, realising it was his phone number.
“Anything happens, call or text, whatever, I just want to know you’re okay” he said, his hand twitching to reach up to my face.
It took every single fibber in my body to hold me back from not leaning in and kissing him. ‘Agreement!’ I reminded myself.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in school then” I smiled to him, then forced myself to step out of the car, back in to the rain. I didn’t bother pulling up my hood now, because I only had a couple of steps to my front door. Gerard waited until I was inside the house, then he pulled away and drove home.
And just as I suspected, my dad was waiting for me on the steps that led to the second floor of our house, but the strange thing was, that he didn’t have any bottle of alcohol near him, he didn’t even look drunk.
“Where were you?” he asked, his voice hoarse, keeping his head down.
“I was... ammm... at the comic book store” I explained, hanging up my wet jacket.
“Why?”
“They got a new shipment and I wanted to check it out”
He finally looked up at me. There were big dark circles under his eyes and he had a pretty good bruised lip. What the hell did he do?
He slowly stood up and walked over to me, his hand immediately grabbing hold of my wet hair and pinning me down against the well.
“Why are you still in this house?” he asked, completely changing the subject.
“I... I live here” I stuttered out, hoping this would be quick and not as painful as the previous meaning.
“I shouldn’t have taken you to the hospital that night, you know, I should have left you bled out” he hissed.
“You’ve mentioned that before, so yeah, I know” I said back. He was talking about the time when I was fourteen. I was very depressed and one day I came home from school. I already got beaten up at school and I knew I’ll be beaten up again later by my dad. I was done with everything and I didn’t want to live like this anymore. So, I slit my wrists several times with a kitchen knife, then fainted on the kitchen floor, where dad found me. And surprisingly he called 911 and they were able to save me. Sadly.
I didn’t regret my attempt at death, not really, not until I met Gerard. If I had died that day, I’d never met him, I would have never met the man I love.
“Did I say you can talk back?” I growled so close to my face I could smell beer. I guess he was drunk, just not mad, ‘I’m gonna kill you’ drunk.
Before I could even shake my head in answer, his fist flew to my left eye, knocking my head back in to the wall.
“Now get the hell out of my sight” he hissed, before letting go of my hair and disappearing in to the kitchen.
That was it? He... barely touched me.
But hey, I didn’t argue with him. I ran up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat down behind my desk and turned on my laptop, already feeling my eye swelling up, but I choose to ignore it as best as I could. Then I remembered what I had on my hand.
The phone number.
I took out my phone, and put it in my contact list under the name Gee <3
Then I wrote him a text.

ME (8.21): Hey... I’m okay, just a little black eye, nothing more :)
Oh, and this is Frank, by the way

Only a couple seconds later my phone beeped, announcing the arrival of his answer.

GEE <3 (8.22): Glad to hear it <3
I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart

I smiled so widely.
Maybe this will actually work. Just me and him. Only four more days and I’ll be 18. Only four more days and it’ll be Halloween. Only four more days and he’ll be mine.

Notes

Hey sweetheartssss :) aaand the next chapter's here, hope you like it. But it's basically just something I wrote so I can skip to the next theme of the story which is Frank's birthday and the whole Halloween thing.
Aaand again, I probably won't be posting for a long time, because of all the school bullshit I have to do. But I'll try updating by Wednesday *fingers crossed*

In the mean time stay Fabulous, xo <3

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