Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 1
Franks p.o.v

I stumble down the street, feeling all too buzzed to be walking. I felt so dirty, so gross, I needed to get into a fucking shower. The beer bottle slips from my hand, making a loud shattering noise on the pavement. I reach the gates of my three-story house, stumbling in, thanking god I didn’t fall. I probably wouldn’t get back up if I did.
I stumble up to the double doors of my house, not hesitating to walk in. I take off everything but My boxers as I make my way upstairs to my room.
Guess my dad, mother, and my adopted brother weren’t here, which was fine by me.
I go into the bathroom that connects to my bedroom, and turn on the water. I take off my boxers and jump in, nearly falling on the shower floor. I’m too drunk to think about washing my hair, but I scrub at my body until little beads of blood form from the harshness of my hands.
I begin to cry, but that barely registers in my drunk mind; all I can think about was his hands on my skin, his body on mine, the unwanted sexual gestures.
Soon I drag myself out of the shower, quickly drying myself before I slip into my bed, under the soft warm covers, completely naked.
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I wake up the next morning with my head pounding. I groan as I sit up, reaching for the aspirin I always kept in my room. I quickly dry swallow three of them, ignoring the dry feeling in the back of my throat.
I get up from my bed, slipping on the baggiest clothes I could find. Wearing tight clothes make me uncomfortable now…
I slip out of my room, finding my brothers door open as he and his girlfriend played video games. I ignored them as I walked down stairs to the kitchen. Someone catches my eye as I begin to make coffee and I look up to see a man who looks a little older then myself. I see him walking from my father's study and I immediately knew who he is; my new dads drug dealer. His last one was arrested.
“Uh, hey.” I say, getting the guys attention. He turns to look at me, a friendly expression on his face.
“What are you selling?” I ask casually, continuing to my make coffee. I looked up to his eyes wide, yet a little amused.
“Well, what are you looking for? I’ve got a lot of drugs.” He says, shrugging a bit.
“I’m kinda into the more heavier shit, y’know? Coke, heroin, LSD, not just weed like my dad. Got any of that with you?” I ask, getting a coffee cup and and wait for the coffee to finish making. He looks a little shocked then, with a hint of anger in his hazel eyes.
“Why the fuck do you want that shit?” He spat, his voice serious. I look up skeptically at him, not all that fazed.
“I...need it.” I say, shrugging a little as I poured my coffee.
“No you don’t. You're just a spoiled fucking brat who can’t handle the real world, so they think they need drugs. You're gonna fuck your life up if you keep doing shit like that.” He says, anger still evident in his voice. I stared at him a minute before laughing harshly.
“Fuck up my life? Too late for that!” I snort, taking a sip of coffee. He looks startled at my reacted, his eyes wide and curious. “Do you have the shit or not?”
“Yeah, but it's back at my place, you’ll have to come to mine.” He says, scratching his head. I nod and finish my coffee, then walk to the door, getting my shoes on. He follows in pursuit, a poker face perfectly in tact.
We walk outside into the bright morning sun, making me hiss at the sudden light that hurts my eyes.
We walk to the gate, out to his car that's parked across the street. It's a crappy mistubishi, that has a fading dark blue color. He unlocks the car, allowing me to get in.
He starts the engine with a roar, skidding off down the street.
“Can I ask you something, kid?” He asks, his voice casual.
“Sure, I guess.” I answer, shrugging.
“Does your father know you do drugs?” He asks, trying to sound like he didn’t care. I could tell he was slightly concerned, but whatever.
“Mmm, yeah. When I was sixteen I used to smoke weed with him, but when I turned seven teen he started making me buy my own drugs.” I say, my voice all too casual. He cringed a little, but tried to cover it up with a fake cough.
“Were you always into the heavy shit?” He responded, his tone a little darker than before.
“Nah, only for about five months, since…” I trail off realising what I was about to say.
“Since?” He asks eagerly, looking over at me worriedly. I shake my head, scared by the answer I would give if I wasn’t filtering myself. I can’t tell any one, ever.
“Nothing, nevermind.” I answer, biting my lip. The memories come back in a burst, making me want to vomit. His hands on my body, me begging him to stop. I bite my lip harder. Trying to get the memories out of my head. We pull up to an apartment complex and he gets out, me following his lead.
“I’m Gerard, by the way.” He says, smiling at me.
“Frank.” I answered, smiling back. He stops at the seventh apartment on the first floor and enters. A kid with glasses and brown mousy hair sits on the couch, next to a long haired guy.
“Hey Mikey, Bert.” He says casually, looking happily at the two of them.
“Hey Geetard. Back with a customer?” The long haired guy asks, smiling at me. I smile back, trying to look as kind as possible.
“Yep. One of the Iero boys.” Gerard responds, making the long haired guy raise his eyebrows.
“He’s kinda young, isn’t he Gee?” The boy with the glasses asks. Gee makes a noise of agreement, but none the less doesn’t seem to care.
“Stay here, I’ll be back in a sec.” Gerard says, walking down a hallway. I nod and lean against the counter, looking at what they’re watching. I think it’s ‘Secret window’, The one with Johnny Depp, but I can't really tell.
Gerard returns with a large plastic box filled with baggies of different substances.
“Alright, we have Molly, LSD, Cocaine, heroin, crack-”
“Woah, that's some heavy shit Gerard! You can’t sell that to him, he’s like 17!” The guy with the glasses says, his eyes wide and alarmed. Bert too looks alarmed, his face stunned.
“I’m 19.” I say quietly, shrugging a little.
“So? Dude, your gonna fuck up your life like this, what are you trying to do, overdose?” The long haired dude asks. I shrug and his mouth drops, his face genuinely scared for me.
“No offense, but why do you guys care?” I ask seriously, genuinely curious. Gerard looks taken aback, as do the others, but no one seems to have an answer.
“Never mind man, can I just have some molly, heroin, and coke?” I ask, shaking my head. He looks like he wants to say no, but nods a little.
“Only if I can have your number.” He says, completely serious.
“Why? For what?” I ask, a little shocked, and slightly weirded out.
“For someone to talk to. You need some one.” He says, looking me in the eyes. I was quite stunned, but nodded nonetheless. I got a pen out, along with a couple of hundred dollar bills.
“Arm.” I say quietly. He obliges and holds out his arm, allowing me to write in his parcellation skin. I wrote down my number quickly, then hand him the money. He gives me a couple baggies, quite hesitantly might I add, the whole time Mikey and Bert watching him like he was insane.
“Thanks.” I say, smiling a little.
“Don’t mention it. Need a ride home?” He asks. I shake my head, smiling a little, turning to leave.He grabs my arms, making me flinch. I have to physically restrain myself from pushing him off of me.
I hated being touched since….that.
“Please don’t ever hesitate to call me.” He says, looking desperately into my eyes. He was really...beautiful.
“Okay.” I whisper, nodding a little. He smiled and let me go, allowing me to finally go. With one last sad smile I open the door and walk out into the harsh sun light.
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Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough
Well I'm stuck in this fucking rut
Waiting on a second-hand pick-me-up
And I'm over getting older

Notes

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