Safe me from myself.

Gerard's POV

Frank woke up and looked at me and smiled sadly.
"Let's go upstairs yeah?" I said softly and Frank nodded and sat up and I got up catching hold of his hand and helping him up where Frank hugged me and hid his face in my chest.
"Talk to me Frank please." I said quietly and kissed the top of his head.
Frank looked at me and nodded.
I smiled and Frank reached up and kissed me which I returned.
"Lead the way then." I said and Frank walked off taking me with him.

We got to my room and I sat on the bed as Frank got the guitar and walked over to the bad where he sat crossed legged and quietly started to play the guitar and I looked at him.
"Remember when I said that my mum was a drug addict and she died from a drug overdose?" Frank said quietly not looking up from the guitar.
"Yeah." I said softly.
"Well that's not the whole truth." Frank said and looked at me.
I frowned at him.
"Don't be mad at me please." Frank whispered and looked down.
I moved and sat next to him and made him look at him.
"I'm not mad at you. You have your reasons on why you cover things up. I just hope you can trust me enough to open up." I said and Frank smiled a little and looked at me.
I kissed his cheek and Frank took a deep breath and carried on talking.

"My mum abandoned me with my dad when I was one. I knew my mum took drugs because my gran told me from a young age. When I was 4 someone knocked on the door and said my mum had overdosed on drugs. I remember my gran saying my mums true love was drugs, no help could stop her doing the drugs. There was always something which pulled her back to the drugs." Frank said quietly and looked down.
"I knew I was a mistake. I remember when I was little my dad screaming at me that he wished I wasn't alive and that I was dead." Frank whispered.
"It wasn't until I was 5 when my dad started to do things to me." Frank said and started to pick at the bed covers like he always does when he was unsure about something.
I put my hand on his knee which made Frank jump and look at my hand which made him smile and he linked our hands together and he took a deep breath.
"At first he would just touch my knee. Then he started to touch me in places I didn't like. I told him I didn't like one day and he slapped me hard round the face and that's when he..." Frank stopped and pulled his hand out of mine and he got up and walked over to the window and sat on the window sill.
" Its when he started to rape me." Frank said quietly and I looked at him and he was looking out the window.
"He used to say if I told anyone then he would tell people I have a wild imagination. He would say it was our little secret and nobody should know because they would take me away from him and I didn't know better at the age of 5, my mum left me and I didn't want my dad to go so I said that it was our little secret and he looked so pleased with what I said. It made me happy because I made him happy for the first time. I would of done anything to make him happy." Frank said and looked at me.
In my eyes I thought it was disgusting but at the same time I could see why Frank did what he did.

"It wasn't until I was 8 when I realised what he was doing was wrong. But at this point he was not only raping me twice or more but he was starving me and he would hit me so hard that I would fall to the floor where he would kick me over and over and over until I passed out." Frank said and sniffed loudly and looked out the window.
"I used to look through the bin to find food and I had nobody to go to for help because he stopped me going to school because I knew what was going on. When he had people round he used to chain me to the bed and lock the bedroom door and I was told if I made a sound he would get his friends to do things to me. But it was a lie, he got his friends to do stuff." Frank said quietly.
" Soon I was just a slave. Cooked him food, him raping me, being him punching bag. But one day he came home really drunk and I knew if I didn't get out then, I wouldn't be able to escape so I looked for the keys and once I found them I unlocked the door and I ran. I ran so hard that I collapsed and passed out.
The next time I woke up I was in hospital. I was about to run when the police came in and they wanted to talk to me about that bastard and that all my injuries go with what I was saying and that's when I went into the system." Frank said and rested his head on the window.
"They used to say I was a trouble maker and boy didn't I prove them right. By the age of 10 I had been in 25 foster homes. In each one I would run away, self harmed, I used to hit the other children if they got to close to me." Frank said and looked at me.
"When I was 13 I ran away and lived on the streets. The fucking best days of my life they where. But at the same time they was the darkest days of my life. I soon started to take drugs, slept with anyone who would sleep with me because I didn't care. I would beg on the streets, life was hard but I loved it. I was 15 when I was taken back into care and it was there where I beat someone up and seriously hurt them. That's when I got my tag and I went through 10 foster homes in a year. Then I came here. I never want to look back Gee but if he's out then he's going to be looking for me." Frank said and looked down and I got up and walked up to him and sat next to him.
"Your safe here now." I said and pulled Frank to my side and kissed the side of his head.

Notes

I seriously don't know about this chapter...
I feel like utter shit, work is stressing the fuck out of me, my mental health has literally gone down hill so badly that I don't know how I feel anymore..,
Just feel like the walking dead...