Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 5
Franks p.o.v

“You wanna come to my house tonight?” Gerard asks me, making me look away from the tv.
“Uh, are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.” I say quietly, looking warily at him.
“You're not a bother Frankie. I’d love to have you there.” He says seriously, looking me softly in the eyes. I smile and nod, turning back to the tv. We were watching ‘I know who killed me,’ the one with LIndsay Lohan. Mikey was sitting on the floor in front of my bed, fully engrossed in the movie.
“Frankie?” Gerard says, one again snapping me out of me gaze.
“Yes Gee?” I respond, looking over at him.
“Will you play something on your guitar? I wanna hear you.” He says, smiling warmly. I look over at my untouched guitars, willing myself to pick one up.
“I….i haven’t played in months.” I say simply, looking down at my hands.
“Will you try? For me?” He asks sweetly, looking me in the eyes. Dammit Gee.
“Okay,” I say hesitantly, sitting up from the bed. My stomach aches a little, from lying on my stomach on the bed. I slowly walk to the wall my guitars hang on, and reach to grab, my favorite, Pansey. I lift her from the hooks she’s hanging on, being careful not to brought her.
I set her on the bed, grabbing my amp and plugging it in.
I plug at her a few times, tuning her until she sounds right. One song I’ve really mastered, if I’m still good, was my own worst enemy by Lit.
I look up at Gerard who's watching me intently, as is Mikey. I start the song out slowly, testing how good I am. About a quarter through the song I speed up, finding I sounded quite good still.
I can feel their stares on me, but I can't bring myself to care as I continue on, now becoming more confident. I feel myself smile a little. I hadn't played in so long that I forgot how good it felt.
I finish the song, looking over at Mikey and Gerard for approval. Gerard looks so amazing he might actually die of fucking of it. His mouth is curled into a huge smile, his eyes wide and amazed. Mikey looks highly impressed, smiling faintly at me. I put the guitar down, my confidence fading slightly.
“Frank, that was- I can’t- that was so amazing! Your so talented!” Gerard says, practically bouncing on the bed.
“Thanks Gee.” I say, grinning a little. He nods and continues to smile at me, clearly all too amazed.
“Good job Frank. You're way better then me.” Mikey says, still smiling a little.
“Thanks dude. You play?” I ask, smiling back at him.
“Yep. Bass.” He responds, nodding a little.
Suddenly Gerard phone rings, and Bert’s name lights up on the screen. Gerard answers almost immediately.
“Hello?” He greets.
Pause.
“Yeah, we’ll be home soon. Frank’s gonna spend the night.” He says, a slight edge in his voice.
Pause.
“See you soon.” He says, hanging up.
“We gotta go soon. You wanna pack some stuff Frank?” Gerard says, standing up. I nod and go to my dresser, grabbing boxers and an outfit for tomorrow. I grab a backpack and put all my stuff in there, and walk out of my room, Gee and Mikey in tow.
“Momma! I’m going to Gerard’s, see you tomorrow! Love you!” I yell, walking down the stairs.
“Alright sweetie! Be careful, stay safe! Love you too!” She yells back. I assume she was in the kitchen, but I didn’t care enough to check.
“Wanna take my car? We can get yours tommorrow, I’ll drive you back here.” I ask, smiling at Gerard and Mikey.
“Sure.” Gee says, nodding a little. I grab my keys off the hook, walking outside and down the steps. I walk to my car, a black porsche, the newest model. The inside is leather interior, all black.
I unlock it and hop it, gesturing for the guys to get in too.
“Holy fuck Frank, this car.” Mikey says, getting into the back. I smirk and put the key into the ignition. I slowly drive out of the gates of my house, turning down the street. I couldn't remember the way to Gerard and Mikey’s so I have to ask where to go. Other then that, the ride was uneventful.
When we reached Gee’s, I grabbed my stuff and walked in behind them, finding Bert on the couch, some unopened pizza boxes on the table.
“Hey guys.” He greets, smiling warmly at us. “I ordered pizza, as you can see.”
“Hey dude, and thanks, I would have helped you pay for it.” Mikey says, shrugging his jacket off, and sitting next to Bert.
“Nah, it’s cool. Hey Frank, how you doing man? You feel okay?” He asks kindly. He must be asking because of the hospital.
“Yeah, I’m good man, just a little achy. Thanks for asking dude.” I say smiling at him. I was surprisingly good at pretending to be normal.
“Course dude. Come sit, have some pizza.” He says, gesturing for me to sit with him. I smile and head over to sit with him, kicking off my shoes. He hands me a pizza, cheese thankfully, because I’m vegetarian. He turns on the tv, and we all decide on ridiculousness. Gee is on my other side, and i find myself pushed into his side.
I find myself drifting off to sleep, despite the fact it’s only about 8. I drift in and out of consciousness, until I feel to strong arms wrap around me, and lift me up, carrying me away. I land on a soft surface and feel something soft and warm press against my forehead.
“NIght Frankie.” A soft voice whispers, their breathe seeing to fall right on my forehead, making me realise I was just kissed on the forehead.
And when I open my eyes slightly, I find a beautiful red head smiling at me, seemingly perfect.
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“Frankie,” He purrs, taking a step towards me. I weep insufferably, cowering in the corner. “C’mon Frank, let's have some fun.”
I look up confusedly at him. He had never been so...playful about beating me before. He leaned down towards my face, before gripping my hair roughly, yanking it. I yelped rather loudly, as he continued to pull it, eventually letting me go. When he did, he grab my wrist, pulling me up and pushing me roughly to the bed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I stutter out, looking fearfully at him. He just grinned wickedly at me, and began to unzip his pants.
“Wha-what are y-you doing?” I ask more forcefully, frozen with fear. He lifts his arm quickly and before I know what's happening, i feel a hottie stringing across my cheek, and the rough sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. I hold back a whimper, holding my cheek.
“Shut up you little ugly slut!” He shouts, now yanking down his pants and boxers. He begins to work on my belt, making fresh, hot tears run down my scared, shocked face. He was about to rape me.
“Please! Stop!” I cry out, struggling to get away from him. He slaps me again, with more force this time, causing me to freeze, once again, with fear.
“You deserve this, you little slut.” He says, just as he yanks my pants down.

I sit up in the bed, my legs tangling with the damp sheets. I’m faintly aware of tears on my face, but I try hard to ignore them. My chest heaves fastly and my mouth waters uncontrollably, and I know what's coming. There's barely enough time to realise there’s another body in the bed with me, before I shoot up from the bed, into the bathroom that connects to Gerard’s room. Just as I reach the toilet, I vomit violently, my stomach clenching.
“Frankie?” I hear a soft voice ask. I look up to see Gerard standing in the doorway, which makes me cry harder for some reason. I turn my head back to the toilet to vomit more, and I feel his hands hold my hair back. When I finish, I slip back against the bath. He sits there, helpless as I cry desperately, trying to make the images go away. His hands hands are on me, and I don’t mean Gee’s, I mean his.
“Get him off,” I cry out, burying my head in my hands. “Get him off, I can feel him.”
I feel two warm hands wrap around my waist, and I know they’re not his they’re Gerard’s. This almost immediately calms me, because I don’t feel him. I feel Gerard.
“Am I helping Frank? Do you want me to stop?” He whisper hesitantly, scared to rattle me.
“N-no, don’t stop. Your helping. Hold me closer, please.” I whimper as he nods and pulls my body to his, holding me tightly to his chest. I feel him reach over and flush the toilet, then put his hand on the small of my back.
“You wanna take a shower?” He asks me gently.
“A-alone?” I whimper, looking up at him. His eyes widen a little.
“Well yeah, of course- unless you want me to take one with you.” He says, blushing a little. I didn’t know. If Gee left I would his hands on me...but if he didn’t...we’d be in a shower….naked.
“U-uh, alone please.” I whisper, trying to brush all of my train though away. He smiles gently and nods, beginning to get up.
“Where are you going?” I ask desperately, holding his hand to keep him from moving.
“Just to get you pajamas and an extra toothbrush. I’ll be right back, Frankee, I promise.” He says, smiling down at me. I nod and let his hand go, slumping back against the bath.
It truly shocked that when Gee left, I didn’t feel his hands on me.I left...normal. Except for the taste of bile in my mouth, presumably from puking.
He returns a second later with a towel, clothes, and a tooth brush. He walks over to me, helping me to my feet and sitting me on the toilet seat, then turns the water on.
“If you need me, i’ll be right outside the door, okay?” He asks, looking me softly in the eyes. I nod and he shuts the door, and I begin to undress. Steam fills the big bathroom, fogging the mirror up. I finish undressing and jump into the shower, letting the warm water spill over my skin.
I use Gerards soap to wash my body and his shampoo for my hair. I hope he doesn't mind. I stay in there for at least ten minutes before switching the water off and getting out. I grab the black towel Gerard got me and dry myself off, before looking at the pajamas he got me.
It’s a skeleton onesie with a hood, that's actually really cute. I slip in on before brushing my teeth. I crumble at them for about three minutes before opening the door, finding Gerard sitting cross legged beside the door frame. He looks up at me from his spot on the floor, before sighing in relief and standing.
“You okay Frankie?” He asks, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed. I nod silently as we reach the bed, and he lies down beside me, making no effort to touch me other than holding my hand. I scoot closer to him, though, and for what reason, I don't know.
It made me feel weird, knowing how safe I felt with him. It was almost uncomfortable, really, because why would I put so much trust into this red head I’d met not even a week ago?
“I suppose you're not actually sick, then, yeah?” He says quietly, brushing damp hair out of my face. I shake my head, then lie it on his chest, listening to his beating heart.
“Thank you.” I say suddenly. It just flew out of my mouth.
“For what?” He asks confusedly, looking down at me.
“Just- I don’t know. For caring? For being here? For not purposely hurting me? Just, everything, everything.” I explain, looking down at our legs that were awkwardly intertwined.
He doesn’t say anything else, just lets out a whimper of some sort. I listen to his heartbeat and focus on the sound of the fan above us, and before I know it, I’m asleep.
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They're these terrors, and its like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my
They're theses terrors and its like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
Some say, now suffer all the children

And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions
Don't you breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

Notes

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