Multiple Me's *DISCONTINUED*

Frank's POV -

I lead Gerard to the back of my house, so we can sneak in without my mom knowing.
We enter through the back door, and I quickly drag him to the bathroom, and lock us in.

"Okay, let's work on your face now" I decide, getting out my makeup, and spreading it across the sink.
He nods, and sits on the toilet lid, as he's fucking tall.

I'm really proud of you, Frankie. Fiona comments.

Pft, shut up, he needs my help,and I'm helping him.

I could feel her smirking.

"Okay, so I'll just put some foundation on your eye, and use concealer for the scratch marks..." I inform him, as I pick up various brushes.

I starts gently dabbing the still fresh bruise on his eye, and he slightly winces.
"Sorry" I mutter, as I continue trying to be as gentle as possible, knowing how much this type of thing hurts.
I finish covering his eye bruise, until it's only a slight darker shade of his regular skin tone, my mom would never notice.

"Okay, now the scratches" I say, picking up the concealer.
Scratches are much easier to cover than bruises, I find.
I dab it, gently over the scratches, until I'm finally finished.

"Okay, it's done. It's not perfect, but my mom won't notice." I say.
He stands up, looking in the mirror and nods.
"Thanks, you did a great job. Thank you for.... Doing all of this for me." He replied.
"Hey, I'm doing it because I know what it's like. And I'm here to help you."
He just smiles.
I smile back, and take his hand, leading him to my room, and shutting the door.

I rummage through my closet, looking for a jumper.
I finally find a SWS fuzzy jumper, which won't rub on his arms.
I take it out, and turn around.
Gerard appears right behind me, making me slightly jump, as I'm not really expecting it.
I feel an urge to kiss him...

Do it! Do it! Do it! Fionachants.

No! It's too dangerous, what if he hurts you? What if he turns out like your father! Savior says.

I ignore them, even though I am slightly nervous by Savior's remark, I ignore them anyway.

Gerard must be thinking the same thing as he leans in closer to me, and I close the gap.
We kiss, and he gently puts one hand on my cheek, the other on my waist, and I reach up and hook my arm around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

Suddenly I get a flashback.

Oh yeah, you're so hot, Frankie...Harder, harder, harder!

Oh, I think I'm going to loose it, because of you.

Hey! Stop crying or I'll slap you! Bitch.

I gasp, shoving Gerard away, he falls on my bed, looking at me confused and hurt.
"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry..." He quickly apologises, keeping his distance from me.
I slow my breathing.

I told you! You can't find anyone because they will turn out like your father! Savior says.

Leave him alone! You're supposed to be helping him! All you do is make it worse. Fionasays.

Are you okay? It's okay, Frank.... Don't think about him, Gerard's not like that. Sheadds.

Fuck all of them, Frank, they are all motherfuckers, you don't need any of them. Anger says.

Shut up! I think.

"I can't.... I can't think.... Shut up, please...." I mutter, grasping my head.

Gerard realises that it's not him that was the issue, it's them.
He quickly gets up and jogs over to me, gently putting a hand on my back.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay... Just relax....don't listen to them..." He says, soothingly, rubbing my back.

I try to do what he says, but they are just too loud.

I can't deal with this....

I will Filler to take over....

Filler's POV-

I take over Frank, finding myself dealing with loud shouting by the other alters, as well as Gerard attempting to comfort me....

I easily block out the shouting, from much practise, and focus on the situation I'm in, currently.

"Gerard, it's Filler, you can stop comforting me now." I whisper, as I'm not used to talking out loud.
He kind of awkwardly, let's go of me, "oh okay, is Frank okay?"
I nod, "he will be..." I manage to say.
"So will I still meet his mom...?" Jesus Gerard asks a lot of questions....

I sigh, grabbing a notebook and pen.

I'm not used to talking, so that's why I'm writing. I'll just pretend to be Frank, and you can meet his mom. It will be hard to convince her that I'm Frank, as she knows us alters so... Yeah...

I pass it to Gerard, and he reads it, before nodding.
I also toss him the sweater, and turn around as he takes his shirt off, replacing it with the sweater.
"Okay, let's go." He says.
I nod, and lead him down stairs.

This could either go perfect, or horrible...

Notes

A bit longer to make up for the time gap