Art teachers are better than you think

Franks POV

so me and Gerard have been together for about a month and it couldn't be any better, it's difficult in school sometimes but we deal with it, it's just like it always has been we avoid any contact while we are there because of that risk but I leave in 2 weeks and I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.

Its a saturday right now so we are just chilling in bed with coffee and cigarettes, when a knock comes at the door, Gerard immediately jumps out of bed, throws some clothes on and runs down the stairs to the door, all I can do is listen.

"Where's my son?" It's a woman's voice, one I undoubtedly recognise as my mothers, I can't breathe nor move. I'm just sat in the bed stiff as her voice rings through my ears and send my blood running cold. So many questions are running through my head.

"I'm sorry ma'am I think you have the wrong house? I don't know your son?" Gerard remains calm as he speaks to her, you can hear just how confused he is as he speaks to her, he knows who she is, he isn't stupid. Although right now I wish he was just this once.

"I think you're a lying little cock sucker. I'll ask again where's my son? See you can't pass me off I know he is here, I have been watching him come and go these past couple of days so where is he?" The sound is like knives through my ears, all the memories come flooding back through my memory and before my brain can register I'm getting out of bed throwing clothes on and going down to the front door before she starts an argument with Gerard.

My face like thunder by the time I'm at the door my words sharp and simple. "And what the fuck do you want?"

Notes

I know it's short but this has become a platform for a few more chapters. You're gonna find out more about Framks mam ;)

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