When Will Anyone Notice?

We are stuck in a small town, walking around trying to find something to do. Our tour bus broke down for whatever reason I am not really interested in so we are going to have to spend the rest of our short vacation here. I’m not that upset about it, though. This seems like a really cool place to live. The only thing i’m not so sure about is our hotel rooms. We weren’t planning on staying in a hotel room so we didn’t really have the money for a nice one. The rooms seem kind of dirty and the people working and staying there look like they’re all on crack or some shit.
I would be more worried about it if I was alone, but since I have Gerard with me I feel a little bit better. He’s very good at making sure i’m protected in that way. Not to mention we have Bob. If anyone tried to mess with any of the guys, Bob would fucking destroy them.
Speaking of Gerard, we had a talk about what happened at the beach the other day and decided that something like that can’t happen again. At least not until we are back together, of course. Yes, we both fucking loved it, but it would just be best to take a complete break from being intimate with each other. I don’t necessarily know if that means on stage, also, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see when we get back to performing every night.
Usually when two people have sexual interactions with each other, it brings them closer together. That especially goes for Gerard and I. We became extremely attached to each other for two days straight. I mean, we couldn’t even take a piss without each other. It’s not like we kissed or anything, but we did lay with each other and cuddle. It’s not really a big deal for us to cuddle, though because we already used to do that almost every day.
I mean, on the first day we met, we both got really drunk and ended up passing out in Gerard’s basement, cuddling each other. It didn’t feel awkward when we woke up literally tangled together like a pretzel, so it just became something we would do a lot. It made the both of us feel content with everything. Cuddling personally made me feel safe and happy. It obviously still makes me feel like that, and I hope Gerard feels the same.
I look around, noticing that there is a comic and record store. We just went into one the other day, but you could never own enough comics. That rule applies especially to Gerard. I point to the store and they guys immediately head over to it, making me giggle because we are all such a bunch of fucking geeks.
I follow behind them, still laughing because Gerard is now practically sprinting into the store. Once he arrives, he doesn’t even hold the door open for me or the guys. I don’t see why Gerard is so excited. I bet he already owns all the comics that are in this store, plus more. You should see his fucking house. Comics and drawings are just fucking everywhere. Now, I have a pretty big comic book collection myself, but nothing near the amount Gerard has. He’s been collecting comics since the day he came out of his mom’s fucking womb.
I look around the foreign store, admiring the punk feel to it. The walls are covered in paintings and there is a small part of the store where you can sit down and read. I also notice the smell of fresh coffee, looking around and finding a small cafe. I decide to go through the rows of comics and find one I haven’t read, then order a small black coffee. I sit down at one of the booths, taking a sip of my coffee, setting it down, then begin to read.
I get really into the book, admiring the writing and drawings as i’m reading. I’m so invested into this book, that I don’t even realize someone comes and sits across from me and says “Hi”.
I jump a little and look up, startled. “Uhm, hello.” I say rather nervously.
I take a look at him and the stranger looks like a fucking creep. He has long, greasy, grey hair along with a beard. His clothes look more like rags and he smells like he hasn’t showered in eight months. God, I hope this is just a fan. Although, I don’t really think I want my fans to look like child predators like this man does.
“What are you reading?” The man asks with a deep, raspy voice.
“Just… a comic.” I start to panic. I was always scared as a kid of people like this. New Jersey has a lot of creeps like him especially in Belleville and it was one of the only things that absolutely scared the shit out of me. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of seeing and being in pretty dangerous situations, and I even have an interest in horror type of things, but if there’s one thing I can’t deal with, it is creeps like this man.
He lets out a rough, crackly-like chuckle. “Y’know, I think I’ve seen you in magazines. You're in a band….Can I tell you something?”
I really just want to say no and throw my coffee at him, but when have I ever been that confident? “Y-yea, sure.” I answer.
“You’re even prettier in person than you are in pictures.” He smiles a fucking creepy smile, showing off his ugly yellow, rotten teeth.
It was then that I just fucking bolted. I ran to the other side of the store, desperately searching for Gerard. Of all times, I really fucking needed him right now. He knows how I feel about men like that person and he always made sure that I was protected from them at all times. I stop myself, trying to regain my breath and just calm down. I rest my head on one of the comic book shelves and do the breathing exercises that Gerard told me to do whenever he wasn’t there to help me.
I then feel hands go around my waist, making me whimper in pain because of the healing bruises that are still there. I’m quickly turned around and I come face to face with the same, creepy old man, except his calm expression is now replaced with an angry one.
“You don’t run away from me, boy.” He growls in my ear.
I whimper again, trying to squirm and wriggle out of his tight grip but it’s no use. His grip only becomes tighter, and it’s so firm that I think the bruises are going to come back all over again.
The man starts to palm me through my jeans and nibble at my neck. I already feel dirty and disgusting, knowing that this sixty year old man is touching me in a way that only Gerard is allowed to touch me in. Gerard is the only person who can do this to me. He’s the only person who I let mark me and take control over me. Not anyone else, especially this fucking man. But, am I letting Gerard down by letting this happen? It’s my fault that I’m too weak to fight back against this awful human.
Even though Gerard will probably be mad at me, I decide that the only chance I have to get this stranger off of me is calling for him. “Gerard! Gerard, help me! Please!” I cry out, but i’m silenced by the man putting his dirty hand over my mouth.
“Shut up, faggot.” The man growls once again. He bites my neck really hard, causing me to cry even more. My eyes are so blurry from tears that I can’t see anything and my vision is beginning to go black. I become limp, feeling all my strength and energy just leave my entire body.
I have just enough in me to see Gerard run to me and once he realizes what’s happening to me, see his face change from worried and scared, to protective and livid. He violently grabs the man and smashes him into the wall. I fall from being so weak and, again, try to gain my breath back. Gerard punches the man all over and yells at him to never hurt me again and how much of a mistake he made by doing that to me. He repeats that for at least three minutes, then ends off by kicking him in the balls.
Gerard then comes over to me, picking my weak body up and holding me carefully, but protectively. He carries me all the way back to the hotel, which is about a fifteen minute walk, and the whole time i’m bawling my eyes out. Once we are in our room, the first thing he does is bring me into the bathroom and starts a bath. I feel so invaded. I just want to crawl out of my own skin.
He de-dresses me and surprisingly, I don’t feel uncomfortable about it. Maybe it’s because I know that he’s seen me at my best and definitely my worst and he thinks I’m just as beautiful either way. It’s not like I can stop him from helping me, either. How could I reject his help and love?
Once the bath is full, he sets me into the tub and instantly starts cleaning me. Gerard makes sure to clean my neck and waist even more but also very carefully, knowing that those places are even more sore than the rest of my body. He finishes but lets me just lay there, allowing me to relax and enjoy the warm water.
I look at him and see that he’s already looking at me with sad, concerned eyes. I sigh, now just staring at the water and playing with it a little. “Frankie? Are you okay, sugar?” Gerard asks with a soft tone.
“As good as a person who just almost got raped gets, I guess.” I mutter.
He’s silent for a moment before saying, “I want you to know that I am in no way mad at you. I know you probably feel like that but you couldn’t help it, so there’s nothing that is your fault. I still love you just as much as I did before, and this doesn’t change anything between us in a bad way. You did the right thing by calling for me. I’m so proud of you, sugar.”
I smile, feeling relieved that he knows I did nothing wrong. But, my frown comes back when I realize something. “Gee, I don’t want that man to get away. No girl or boy deserves to be around a person like him. He needs to be punished for what he did.”
“Don’t you worry about that, Frankie. I got that all under control.” Gerard reassures me.
I nod, trusting him that he will take care of the situation. “I love you, Gee.” I say, knowing that I probably shouldn’t be saying things like that to him, but feeling that I have to say it. He just saved me from one of the worst things that could happen to a human. I’m just so thankful for having Gerard here for me.
“I love you too, sugar.”

Notes

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