Frank's POV

It is two days after Gerard’s last appointment. After my one patient walks out, Gerard walks in. I can’t help but stare at the older man before me. I bet he has a beautiful voice that I am determined to hear someday.

As he walks in I greet him with a ‘hello’ and wait until he sits down. After handing him the same pen and paper, I begin to try again with the questions from last time, hoping he will open up more.

“Okay Gerard I’m going to ask the same question from last session again. If you don’t want to answer I understand, but do you mind telling me who was the one that raped you. Who was he or she Gerard?”

I gave him a sympathetic smile and he nodded and wrote three simple letters on the paper, ‘Bob’ in his messy handwriting.

“Would you mind including a last name hun?”

Did I just call him hun? Oh well he didn’t seem to mind. After a little bit more scribbling on the paper the name ‘Bob Bryar’ is written across it. Bob fucking Bryar. This can’t be fucking true. I have been best friends with Bob for ten fucking years. Shocked by what I just learned, I just shake my head nodding. I have to sort this out right now. If Bob actually did this to this beautiful man, I will beat the shit out of him.

“Thank you for opening up with me Gerard. I won’t keep you any longer since you did open up a bit and I’m not going to try to push you too far. See you in a few days.”

We smile at each other as he strolls out of my office. Luckily, he is my last patient of the day and I can go home and call Bob over.

The short ride home felt like hours. I left my phone at home or I would’ve texted Bob to meet me at my house. As soon as I arrive home I jump out of my car and basically run to my door. I pick up my phone to text Bob.

Me: Hey Bob-o. Come over I just got home from work.

Bob: Sure thing shorty. Be over in five. Everything okay?

Me: I just need to talk to you.

Bob: Alright, see you soon tiny.

I was pacing back and forth while waiting for Bob to arrive. I don’t know what to believe at this point. Bob and I have been friends for ten years, but Gerard would have no reason to lie about what happened. I try not to come to conclusions as Bob walks in my house and plops himself onto my couch.

“What’s up little man?” He asks while drinking the glass of water that was on my side table.

“By any chance, do you know a man by the name Gerard?” I try and ask him as nonchalantly as I can.

“Yeah we dated less than a year ago but that shit is over now man.”

“D-did you r-rape him Bob?” At this point I couldn’t stop shaking hoping that none of this was real.

“Well I guess that’s what they call it now-a-days short stuff. We dated and he was a virgin that wanted to wait. I obviously am not a man of waiting and I fucked em’. It was in the past man. It was never reported so it doesn’t matter. How did you even find out?”

“You raped him and you didn’t tell me! Get the fuck out of my house now! If I ever see you again I will fucking beat your ass. Got me?” I was fucking pissed. My best friend, a rapist, this can’t be true.

“Fine Frank whatever.” He storms out of my house and slams the door behind himself.

I can’t believe the man that I though was my best friend was actually a rapist, a man who caused innocent Gerard to not speak in six months. That man is a sick bastard that doesn’t deserve to live.

I storm up to my room and plop onto bed, still in all my work clothes. There’s something different about Gerard. The way his hair sticks to his face, how his hazel eyes shine, and especially how his pouty lips make me want to kiss him. I know that it is a forbidden relationship between patient and doctor, and how people would think I am taking advantage of him. That’s not the case though. I want to kiss him, hold him, and make all his pain go away.
This next appointment in three days from now is going to be interesting.

Notes

THREE CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY!!!

I am working on writing more so I will try to post tomorrow also.

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-fREAK