Oh Baby Let Me In

Gerard's P.O.V I saw Frank holding Mikey against the wall. Fear was in Mikey's eyes. "Ray's in love with y-" "Hey! Get off my brother!" I interrupted him. I was petrified. But I won't let him hurt Mikey. He groaned and turned to me as I got closer and let go of Mikey. "I'd change your locks on your locker if I was you. Brendon knows your code and if you check it you'll find something missing." He said before glancing at Mikey mouthing the words 'Talk to Ray.' Before walking off again. Mikey was shaking. Luckily he didn't notice the words Frank mouthed. He was too scared. I hugged him, then steered him outside to the smoking spot. We didn't talk, just smoked. All the time I tried to work out what Brendon could have and why Frank told me. I paled as I remembered my diary and what I'd said. Fuck. Frank is definitely going to kill me. "Fucking A, Iero." Brendon mused as he headed towards us, interrupting my thoughts. "We've cornered the fucking fag." He launched forward and punched me in the stomach. Awesome. More fucking bruising. I doubled over, dropping to my knees. Brendon didn't let up. He just kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. Mikey kept his hand on my shoulder. Trying to comfort me. Tears in his eyes. "Get the fuck away from him." Someone shouted. Everyone turned around to see a tall, tough looking bearded guy walking towards us. His expression extremely angry. "What the fucks it got to do with you?" Brendon asked. I grinned as I stood up, laughing, painfully. Mikey helped me. Brendon and Frank looked back at me, puzzled. "What's so funny, fag?" Brendon snapped. I looked at the guy as he crossed his arms over his chest, frowning, angrily at Brendon. "Why didn't you tell me you were visiting?" I asked him. He kept his eyes on Brendon and Frank. "Not visiting, Red." He informed me. "Your parents called me. Told me they were worried about you. They thought you were depressed about......You know. So they asked for my help. I talked my parents around. Didn't take much seems as they absolutely adore you. I packed my stuff and got the first flight here. I'm staying." He glared at Brendon. "For as long as you need me. I was gonna surprise you. Then I saw this prick laying into you. No fucker gets away with hurting my bro." He grabbed Brendon's shirt, lifting him slightly. Getting in his face. "No one hurts the Way brothers while I'm around. I'll fucking kill anyone who tries." I frown as Frank shows....relief? Nah. I really can't read people. "Gerard only has one brother." Brendon said, confused. I moved forward, slowly, to put my hand on the guys arm, smiling up at him. Completely aware that Frank was still looking at me. "He's not worth it, Jezza." I said. "Thanks and all. But don't waste your time." "Let Jezza hit him, Gee." Mikey grinned. "Don't let his training go to waste. Besides, you've put up with that bastards beatings for four years now." My eyes widen in horror as Jezza looks furious. He didn't know that part. "Four fucking years?" Jezza snapped. I tried to push between him and Brendon. My eyes pleading with Jezza. "Don't." I pleaded. "Please." Jezza looked at me, his expression softening slightly as he saw the look on my face. "But....He hurt you, Red." He said, slightly whiny. "I can't let that slide." I sighed. "Two wrongs don't make a right." I quoted. "Besides, you'll get expelled. Then Brendon and his....sidekicks.....get free rein. Probably getting worse. More than likely to the point where I can't even protect Mikey." The last part came out more as a whine. I knew his Dad would find a way to stop him being expelled. His Dad's a F.B.I agent. He trained Jezza in all kinds of fighting techniques. I took my hand back, turning to Mikey. "I can't stand seeing Mikey hurt." Mikey pulled me into a hug. Jezza sighed and I turned back to look at him. "You so much as lay a finger on Gerard, Mikey or any of their friends, I'll track you down and rip you in so many pieces, it'll take years to put you back together." Jezza threatened. "Do I make myself clear?" I see Brendon nod, scared. Jezza looks at Frank. "That goes for you too." He points out. Frank looks back at him. "I've known Red my entire life. I would die for him. Same goes for Mikey. So back the fuck off." Frank visibly gulps then nods. Jezza let's go of Brendon and gestures for us to follow him. I look at Brendon and Frank as I walk past. They look back at me. "Four fucking years." I snarled at Brendon. "And I kept my word. I never said anything. I still won't. Because I'm not a asshole like you and your fucking lackeys." I look at Frank. He looks....sad? No. I definitely can't read people. "One day karma will catch up with you. Then you'll know how us....fags.....feel." I spat out. Venom lacing my voice. Jezza and Mikey grabbed one of my arms each for support. "Come on, Red." Jezza smirked. "It's beginning to smell funny round here." I laughed, painfully, as we walked away. Only noticing Bob and Ray watching from a distance. "Jezza?" Pete shouted as he spotted him as he rounded the corner of the school with Billie in tow. Jezza smiled. "Hey, little dude." He laughed, sitting me on a nearby bench. "Your even shorter in the flesh." Pete laughed, then introduced Billie. Mikey hugged Pete. I looked back at Brendon and his gang. Brendon looked pissed off. Bob was staring at....Jezza?....with a grin. What the...? Of course Ray was watching Mikey with jealousy. He thinks I don't know how he feels about my little brother. What he doesn't realize is that the feeling is mutual. I looked at Frank. He was.....smiling at me? What? No. I can't trust him. He's Brendon's fucking sidekick. I can't like him. He blows me a kiss. I start to shake, closing my eyes. He read my diary too. I'm so fucking dead. "You okay, Red?" Jezza asks, sitting next to me. I open my eyes to see Frank looking pissed off. His eyes turned to me and he was frowning. Thought so. I'm so fucking dead. I turn my gaze to Jezza and smile at him. "So fucking glad your home." Jezza hugged me. "Me too, Red. Me too." For the rest of the day, I tried to keep my mind off Frank and his weird stares aimed my way, when he thinks nobody's looking. And the expressions that I still don't understand. But of course I'm Gerard Way. So I failed. Again. Thinking about nothing else.

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