Multiple Me's *DISCONTINUED*

Gerard's POV-

I arrived at the park, and potted Fra- Fiona, sitting on the swing, rocking slightly.

I walked over, feeling self conscious about the bruises and scratches I got from mom.
She looked up and she looked shocked, seeing me, making me feel even more uncomfortable.
"Hey Fiona..." I whispered, sitting on the swing, next to her.
"It's Frank...hi" he replied, in his usual voice.
"Oh, are you okay?" I asked.
"Shh... We aren't talking about me, we're talking about you, ok? What happened?" He said, softly.
"It's just... My mom..." I replied, gently swinging, in rhythm with him.
"Do you know why she does it...?"
"Because she uh... She gets drunk sometimes... And s-she doesn't really like the way I look..." I admitted.
Frank's silent for a moment, as if pondering on what to say next.
"Hm, well I don't really know what to say, as I go through the same thing with my dad sometimes..." He also admits.
"That's horrible..." I replied, feeling bad, as I know how shitty it is.
"Yeah... It is." He says.
I think is something to lighten the mood and decide, since I'm on the swing, I start swinging higher and faster.
"Let's see who can get higher!" I challenge.
He smiles, "you're on!"
He also starts swinging higher and higher with me, until the thing the chain is attached to bounces up a little, and it seems dangerous if we go any higher.
By this stage we are both laughing, and starting to slow down.
When we stopped, we are still both smiling, and I decided to check if it's still ok for him to go on the mini vacation thing with me.
"Oh, that reminds me, my mom said I can if she meets you first, is it ok if you come over now...?" He asks.
I start to nod, before remembering my wounds... I groan.
"What?" He asks.
I gesture to my face and arms.
"It's ok, you can borrow one of my jumpers, and I can cover them with makeup, I've had a lot of practise, she will never know!"
I nod, kind of sad... He shouldn't have to know how to cover scars and bruises... He's too perfect to be abused... Me on the other hand... Just... No.
We both stand up from the swings and Frank leads me to his house.

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