Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

Gerard's POV At the sound of a voice yelling at him, Frank stopped walking and froze. We were face to face with Linda. I was highly confused on why she was yelling at him. "Linda, what the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped at her. She looked down at our hands clasped tightly together, then glared back at Frankie, then looked at me. "So you're the one that's been fucking my son?" It all hit me. All of it. Frank was her fucking kid. It all made so much sense now. She said he'd been cutting class to hang with a delinquent, and I was that delinquent. He had cut class to have sex with me. I slowly let go of his hand and backed away from Linda and her furious glare. I raised my hands in defense. "No, it isn't like that, I swear!" "Oh cut the shit, Gerard. He told me you two had sex." She spat at me. My heart race quickened and I looked to Frank for help. He noticed the look, and immediately stepped in. "Mom, please stop yelling at him. It was all my idea, I swear. Blame me, not him." "No, Frank. You've been skipping school because of this boy. I'm not going to cut him any slack. Plus you've been having sex with him, and you two aren't even together. I thought I taught you better than that, Frank." By the look on his face, I could tell that what she said had hurt him. I didn't know what else to say. It was now or never, and I was worried how she would react. "No, we weren't together when we did it, but we're together now and that's all that matters. I'm in love with him." I said boldly. Her eye contact faltered for a second. "Gerard, I think it would be best if you stopped seeing my son. I think you're a bad influence and he doesn't need that right now." Frank's eyes widened and he panicked. "No mom, please no!" She turned to him and her glare softened to a gaze. "Frankie, you're turning 18 soon. You can be with him when that happens, but until then, I just don't think it's a good idea. Just please wait until you at least graduate." He shook his head, then have me a small smile. "I love him, mom. I don't think I could live without him for that long." Her next words absolutely crushed me. "Well, Frankie. I think you're going to have to learn to." I left the hospital alone. She said she would take Frank home, and that she lost all respect and trust she had previously had for me. I was no longer able to call Frank mine. I suppose he never was, to begin with . When I arrived at home, only Jimmy was there. I was actually very glad that it was him instead of Lindsey. When he saw the look on my face, Jimmy walked into the kitchen and came out a few minutes later with three bottles of vodka. This is why I preferred him at the moment. Had it been Lindsey, she would've made me talk about it, and that was the last thing I wanted. Frank's POV I hate her. I can't fucking believe that she is doing this to me. I told her how I felt about him, and she just brushed it off like she didn't even care. I was completely broken. She dropped me off at home, and as soon as I walked in and she drove away, I collapsed on the floor and started crying. It hadn't even been an hour since Gerard and I were forced to break up, and I already miss him like crazy. Thinking about it, I guess it isn't correct to call it a break up. We were never fully together. Right now, I was rather thankful for that. I think if we were together, this "break up" would hurt a lot more than it did right now. I had spent the rest of the day on the phone with Jamia. She was the only one who could cheer me up. I explained to her what had happened and at first, she agreed with my mom, saying that it would be a good idea to focus on only school right now. After telling her what I felt for Gerard and how I was in absolute love with him, she completely turned it all around and said that my mom was awful for what she did. I felt like that was really all I needed to hear. I must've fallen asleep, because the next morning, I awoke with a start. I glanced at my clock and thought I was late, before remembering that it was only Saturday. I tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. I decided I should do something with my day to try and get my mind of of him. I couldn't even think his name without wanting to cry. I stumbled into the bathroom and stripped, then took a quick shower, before getting dressed. I walked back into my room and sat on my bed. I felt a buzzing and pulled out my phone. It was an unknown number. Now, usually I wouldn't answer, but something told me that I should. I reluctantly put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said quietly. "Frank? It's Lindsey." I let out a sigh of relief, happy that it was someone I knew. "Hey, Lindsey." "Frank, you need to get your ass over here, now." My heart rate quickened. "What.. Why?" "It's Gee. I.. I think he tried to kill himself."

Notes

Hey guys, so I noticed yesterday that this story is number 3 on the popular page and I'm completely shocked. Thank you all so very much for reading this. This story has come a lot further than I could have imagined, and I appreciate you all being there for the ride. This story still has a long ways to go, so hold on tight. Comment,rate,subscribe Stay rad -GC