Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me! Please, I’ll do anything, just stop, it hurts so much!” I pleaded with him, and I cried. I hadn’t cried this much since Gerard had left me. I stared up at him in disgust as he pounded into me over and over again. The first time it had happened, I did everything I could to not look at him. I tried to focus on anything but him, but now I wanted him to know how I felt. I wanted him to look at me and feel guilty for doing this to me. He never did though, and he wasn’t guilty when he slashed the side of my leg with a small knife he had kept in his hand. I could feel the warm blood trickle down my bare skin, and it just fueled my hate for him even more. My pleas of mercy turned into spits of hate. “I hope Gerard finds you and he fucking kills you. I hope he rips out your fucking heart right in front of you. I hope you feel every last bit of fucking pain he’s going to cause you when he finds out what you’re doing-” He cut me off with a slap to my right cheek. “Shut the fuck up. As soon as I’m done with you, I’m going to kill Gerard, then your fucking mom. While I’m at it, maybe I’ll kill that black haired whore, the one you spent so much time with after I was done with you the first time.”
I lost it. I started screaming and using all of my force that I didn’t know I had, and I pushed him off of me. I shoved him against the wall, and punched him in his nose. Dark red blood started spilling out, and he held his nose in his hands. “You fucked up.”
He lunged at me with his knife. I felt a sharp pain in my side, before falling to the ground. My vision went blurry, and I saw different pairs of shoes enter the room before it went fully black.

Gerard”s POV
I had never driven my shitty little car so fast in my life. I didn’t even know it could reach speeds higher than 35, it’s such a piece of junk. We were in Frank’s driveway within two minutes. We all jumped out of the car, and ran straight in through the front door. I yelled his name before we heard a loud thump from upstairs. I marched up the stairs and opened his door. Just as I did, I saw Max standing next to Frank. He had blood all over him and I didn’t know if it was his or Frank’s. Just as I was about to say something, Frank fell to the floor, and I saw Max’s knife out, covered in blood. I tried to take the scene in, but it was almost too much to bear. There was blood all over the light carpet, Frank’s pants weren’t on, and Max’s were unzipped and hanging loosely on his hips. I had never been so furious in my life. I ran at him at full speed, and tackled him down to the floor. I threw punch after punch after punch at his face, within five minutes, you couldn’t even tell it was him anymore. I had completely disfigured him. Jimmy was calling the ambulance while Lindsey talked to Frank’s mom.
“Gerard, you’re going to kill him. You need to stop!” Lindsey grabbed my arm just as it was about to swing down onto Maz’s blue and purple face. I shoved her away, and she fell onto her back. I brought my fist down onto him again, and felt a sharp pain in my face. I jumped off of him and looked at Lindsey. “What the fuck?!” I yelled.
“Look at Frank Gerard! The Ambulance isn’t even on their fucking way yet! He’s going to die if we don’t do something right now.”
I looked down at him, at the love of my life, and my heart just broke. He was crumpled into a small ball, and there was blood seeping through his clothes, and onto the floor. Holy fuck, there was a lot of blood. I kneeled by his side and listened to his breathing. It was short and shallow. I reached down and lifted his small figure into my arms and carried him as fast as I could to my car. I got him into the backseat and tried to start the car. It shook, but didn’t start. “FUCK!” I slammed my hands down on the dashboard. I tried it again, but it was no use. I had ruined it by speeding over here. It needed a minute to start again, but I didn’t fucking have a minute to waste. I jumped out of my seat and threw open the back door. I pulled Frank into my arms again, and began running down the street toward the hospital. I knew that there was one a few miles from here. I ran as fast as my legs would taking me, secretly resenting myself for wearing such tight jeans. Frank wasn’t heavy, but carrying him and running at the same time was tiring. I wasn’t complaining, because I would carry him to the end of the world if it meant he would be okay. I felt water on my face and I stared up at the sky. It was sunny as fuck, it wasn’t raining. I was crying. I hadn’t cried in what felt like forever. I was just so terrified of what could happen to Frank. If I had just gotten there a few seconds earlier, he would be fine right now.
Sweat was making my hair stick to my face, and cars were honking at me as I ran across roads without looking. Some people stared at me like I was crazy as I ran past them on the streets. I felt like my legs were going to give out, but every time I looked down at his pale face, it gave me the strength to run faster than before. I kept praying to any god that would listen to me, in hopes that he would be okay.
I finally turned the corner and saw the hospital. I ran in through the doors and everyone turned to look at me. “Someone please help him! He’s been stabbed!” A few nurses rushed toward me. One of them paged another doctor and he brought a gearney to lay him in. When I placed him on it, I looked down at my hands. They were covered in his blood, and so were my clothes. It went all the way down to my legs. I felt my head get very light, and everything swirled before I landed on the floor.

When my eyes opened, I had hoped that I wouldn’t be where I thought I was. But of course, I never get what I want. I looked around the small hospital room. I saw Lindsey and Jimmy asleep on a small couch in the corner of the room. The window behind them told me that it was nighttime. It was absolutely beautiful. The sky was dark purple and I could see all of the stars. They were shining bright. Then I thought about Frank and how he would love to see the sky like this. He loved it when things shone brighter than the buildings we were surrounded by.
I needed to find him. I sat up straight and began to pull myself out of the white bed. I saw the IVs in my arm. I had seen movies where the characters just pull them out, and it always made me cringe, but they had a motive and so do I. I reached down and yanked them out of my arm. I wanted to throw up at the sight of the needle.
I stood up, and began shuffling toward the door. When I cracked it open, Lindsey stirred, but she didn’t wake up. I tiptoed out of the room and closed it behind me. I looked down the long white halls to see if there were any nurses. I wanted to avoid them because I didn’t want to hear that “you need to stay in bed” bullshit. I’m fuckin’ fine. It’s Frank that I’m worried about. I shuffled down the hall, only in a hospital gown that was probably flashing my ass, and a pair of old lady slippers. I looked around the corner and didn’t see anyone, so I kept walking. When I got to the end of the hall, I heard a voice talking. They must have been on the phone, because no one was replying to them.
“Yeah, it’s bad. They say that he’s responding to the surgery well, though. I just hope my baby is okay. He’s too young for this.”
I peeked around the door and saw Linda sipping a cup of coffee, and I was right. She was on the phone.
She looked up from the floor, and her eyes met mine, and she hung up the phone without even saying bye, and marched toward me. I thought she was going to hit me, but she wrapped her arms around me and began sobbing into my shoulder.
She stayed like that for a while, and I hugged her back. I thought she had hated me so I was very confused with this interaction.
“You saved him. You fucking saved him and I can’t thank you enough. God, Gerard. You carried him for seven fucking miles. If you hadn’t done that, he probably wouldn’t even be alive right now. I owe you everything.”
I shook my head. “No, Linda. You don’t owe me anything. I love him. I really do love him, and I was so scared that he was going to die. I had to do it. It was all I could think of.”
“Gerard if he makes it through this okay, I want you two to stay together. I don’t know how I ever thought you were a bad influence on him, but I allowed him to be with someone who abused him. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. You do crazy things to protect the ones you love.”
She pulled away and looked me in the eyes, and she smiled at me for the first time in almost a year.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the doctor came in behind her.
“Mrs. Iero?”
She turned around. “Yes?”
“Well, I’ve got some bad news.”
She held her hands over her mouth and let out a muffled “Okay.”
“Frank isn’t waking up from his surgery.”

Notes

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