And then I met my teacher

''So, we're going to New York?'' I asked Gerard while he was helping me with my drawing in the empty classroom.
''Yep. You're excited?'' He asked.
''You don't know how.'' I told him, unsure of if I wanted to reveal my plan just yet.
''You're going to need to have your mom signing the papers, though.''
''Why? The field trip is in November. I'm turning 18 on October 31st.'' I said.
''On Halloween? That's pretty cool... But you need to bring back the signed papers by October 27th. You're still going to be 17.'' He said.
''Are you serious, Gerard? For 4 days? You're the teacher, you can probably arrange something..?'' I begged.
''Baby, I'm sorry, but the rules are the rules.''
''So, I have to go see my mom?'' I asked, upset.
''Well, yes...''
''Then, I am not coming.'' I said. He looked at me, clearly pissed off.
''You don't want to come? Then don't come. Trying to manipulate me won't change anything.''
''Great.'' I answered dryly.
''You can't play with me. I'm not your little boyfriend.'' He snapped. My heart skipped a beat. Why did he always have to destroy me whenever we were having an argument. It just hurt. I swallowed back my tears and looked at him. He was just drawing my self portrait, not even looking at me anymore. I grabbed the piece of paper and pulled it towards me, causing his pencil to leave a dark straight line going from the middle of the page to the left corner.
''What are you doing?!'' He asked.
''Leaving.'' I answered, shoving all my stuff in my bag.
''To go where?''
''Home.''
''With your mom?'' He said, almost mocking me.
''Yeah, with my mom.''
''Don't be so childish, I wanted to take you out on a date.''
''Why don't you take Cheyenne instead.'' I snapped. I got up and walked towards the door.
''Frank!''
''What?'' I asked coldly.
''Since you're going home... You could have your mom signing the sheets.'' He said. He sounded miserable.
''You're pathetic.'' I snapped, leaving the room. He didn't say anything. Nor did he follow me. It was over. It had lasted about a week and now it was over.

An hour later, I was in front of my mom's apartment door. I had been staring at it for a good couple of minutes, but I couldn't resign myself to knock. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath in, and knocked three times. I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the wall. The door swung open.
''Hey cousin.'' A blond haired football player said. Shit. Not him.
''Hey, Brent.'' I said, trying to walk pass him. He put his arm in front of me.
''Not so quickly.'' He said.
''Where's my mom?'' I asked, panicked.
''At work. You're lucky, you're going to get to spend some alone time with me.'' He said, giving me a huge threatening smile.
''Leave me alone, Brent. I didn't do anything. I just want to go to my room. I won't bother you.'' I said. He slapped me. His hand had hit my face so hard that I fell to the ground.
''Shut the fuck up, faggot. I make the rules, not you.''
''Since when?'' I asked to piss him off. It worked very well because He grabbed me by the shirt -which was actually Mikey's shirt- and dragged me inside, closing the door and locking it.
''You want to know since when I make the rules? I'll remind you why I've always made the rules.'' He said. I was scared. I knew he was about the beat the shit out of me. All I could think of was Gerard. What if Brent killed me? And trust me, it was not impossible. Then the last words I would have told the man I loved would be that he was pathetic. I was scared. Not because of Brent, but because of Gerard. I was scared that he would hate me forever if I died after telling him that. I didn't want him to think that he was pathetic and that I didn't love him. My bottom lip started quivering.
''Are you going to cry?'' Brent said, mocking me.
''Shut up!'' I said without thinking.
''What did you just say?'' He asked, threatening.
''Nothing.''
''You don't want to repeat it? You're scared? Well, it's a good thing that I heard you very well the first time.'' He said as he punched me in the face. I started to feel the blood slowly dripping from my nose.
''Oh, you're bleeding.'' He said, laughing to himself.
''Maybe if I hit you hard enough, you're going to bleed and cry enough to let the blood and the tears wipe that stupid makeup off your face.'' He added, kicking me in the stomach. I coughed, gasping for air, but he kicked me again. The next time I coughed, I saw little red drops coming out of my mouth.
''How does it feel, uh?'' He said. I didn't answer. I couldn't speak, I was petrified.
''I asked you a question you little cock sucker!'' He yelled. I didn't say anything.
''You don't want to answer? Fine.'' He said, kicking me in the ribs a few times.
''Now, get up!''
''I-I can't...'' I whispered, too weak to speak normally.
''I said get the fuck up!'' He yelled. After about 30 seconds of trying to get up, I was finally standing on my feet. I saw my reflection in the window. My face was covered in blood. I looked awful.
''Now, go to your room and don't come out until tomorrow morning. Am I making myself clear?'' He asked. I nodded.
''And if you tell your mom about this, I'll make you wish you were dead.'' He said. I nodded and slowly stumbled to my room. I climbed on my bed and laid their without moving for about an hour, trying to breathe properly.

Once my breathing went back to normal, I checked the clock. It was eleven passed nine. I decided to call Gerard. I needed him. I couldn't stay here, I would get myself killed. I dialed his number. It rang twice before he picked up.
''Hello?'' He said.
''Gerard?'' I asked panicked.
''Oh, I'm not too pathetic for you anymore?'' He asked. He was drunk.
''I didn't mean it... I'm sorry...'' I said.
''Fuck you.'' He said, hanging up on me. Shit. I tried to call back a few times, but he didn't pick up. I had to go see him. I got up and grabbed my school bag. I shove clothes and my eyeliner in it and put it on my back. I took a few steps. It hurt. My entire body was sore. It was almost impossible for me to walk normally, but I had to. I needed him and according to how drunk he sounded on the phone, he needed me to. I opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible. I heard the TV playing, which meant he was in the living room. If I was quiet enough, I would be able to leave without a problem. I walked down the hallway silently, walking on the tip of my toes. I opened the front door slowly, trying to avoid making it squeak and got out of the apartment.

I was only a few meters away from Gerard's house when I checked my phone. It was 11:28 PM. The walk had been long since I was more stumbling than walking. I was out of breath, but I was still breathing slowly. I couldn't afford breathing quickly, my lungs hurt too much. I climbed the 3 steps to Gerard' porch and knocked on the door. I was so exhausted and my body was so sore that I thought I might faint. Gerard opened the door.
''Frank?! What are you doing here?"
''I couldn't let you think you're pathetic... I love you, Gerard...'' I whispered, in pain. He tried to drag me inside, but he accidently pressed against my ribs. I screamed in pain.
''I'm sorry, Frankie. I'm sorry...'' He said, searching for a way to touch me without hurting me.
''It's fine.'' I said. I stumbled inside and made my way to the couch. I sat there, trying to focus on my breathing.
''What happened? Who did that to you?'' He said, worried. He still looked kind of drunk, but he had sobered up a little since the phone call.
''It's not important.'' I answered.
''Tell me who did that!'' He yelled.
''Or what? You're going to beat me?!'' I answered. He sighed and passed his hand through his hair.
''I just need to know, baby... Tell me what happened.'' He said, calmer.
''I went home to get the papers signed by my mom, but she wasn't there. My cousin opened the door, I didn't know he was there, and when he saw me, he decided I deserved a good beating.'' I summarized.
''I'll kill him.'' He said.
''You're drunk.'' I pointed out.
''So what?'' He snapped.
''Why did you get drunk?''
''It's none of your business.''
''The reason why I'm bruised and bleeding is none of your business either and I still told you!''
''I just needed a few drinks to help me feel better.'' He said.
''Is it my fault?'' I asked.
''No.''
''Be honest.''
''I am honest. It's not your fault.'' He said softly. I knew he was lying, but I decided to let it go.
''Okay.'' I said.
''Your clothes a full of blood. Take them off, we'll go take a bath.'' He said.
''What for?'' I asked.
''Baby, you're covered in blood. And the warmth of the water is going to help the pain.'' He said softly. I nodded and took off my clothes. He interlaced his fingers with mine and helped me to climb the stairs. We walked through his bedroom and finally made it to the bathroom. When I saw my naked body in the mirror, I felt like throwing up. I had dry blood all over my face, my ribs were so bruised that they were almost black and my stomach was scratched due to the marks Brent's boots had left. I was disgusting. Gerard turned on the water, waiting for the bathtub to get filled.
''Do you want me to join you?'' He asked softly. I nodded.
''Okay.'' He said, kissing the top of my head. He undressed himself and went in first. He was beautiful. Even drunk, he still looked like an angel. I joined him in the bathtub, sitting between his legs, allowing myself to lay on his chest.
''The water's not too hot?'' He asked, worried.
''It's perfect, Gerard. Thank you.'' I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me very delicately to avoid hurting my wound.
''I'm sorry, baby. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have insisted for you to get the papers signed.'' He said.
''It's not your fault. There was not way you could have guessed.'' I said, trying to comfort him.
''I'll push the deadline to October 31st, okay? I don't want you to go home anymore.'' He said, washing my back softly.
''Alright, thank you...'' I said.
''Don't thank me. I should have done that earlier.''
''Don't blame yourself, Gerard. It won't change anything.'' I said. He didn't answer. I didn't want to bother him or to destroy the peaceful moment we were sharing, but there was one thing I had to ask him. One thing I couldn't get off my mind.
''Gerard?'' I asked.
''Um?''
''Do you really love me?''

Notes

This is pretty violent, I know. I'm sorry about that. Even if I created Brent, let me tell you I hate him just as much as you guys do. I hope you guys still like that story! Thank you all for the feedback. It just makes me so happy!
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