Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 8
Franks p.o.v

“Please, just let me do it myself.” I beg, not letting the paramedic touch me. I wasn't harmed to badly, but I had a few cuts and bruises here and there. Luckily he had hit the passenger's side of the car.
The paramedic sighs and hands me the rubbing alcohol pad to turnover a giant gash a had on the side of my head, running right above my temple and the whole three inches to the middle of my forehead.
Gerard stands twenty feet away from me, waiting until the paramedic deems me okay enough to move. I was crying hysterically, my body shaking in such a way that it was impossible to even see straight. It was now getting dark, the sky a pretty dusk, and if I hadn't been so upset, i knew I’d be enjoying this sunset right now.
I had already talked to the police about the accident, as it had been a hit and run. They had collected my number and address to let me know if/when they found the guy who’d crashed into my car.
The paramedic was preoccupied with talking to the driver, so I took the chance to leave. I got up quickly, walking at first, but i began running when I had seen Gerard’s face. My body slammed into his as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My cries were muffled by his sweater as he held me tightly, his strong frame holding me up.
“It's okay Frankie, you're okay, we're okay.” He whispered, rubbing my back. I could he was shaken up to, his voice gave it away.
I wasn't hurt, but goddamnit, I was scared. It scared the shit out of me, probably more then it would scare other people.
“Let's go inside, yeah?” He asks, pulling away from me and taking my hand, leading me to the apartment building. I was still shaking as we walked, my vision blurred by tears. We made it to the apartment, finding no one was there.
“Where’s Bert?” I croak, looking up at Gerard.
“Don't worry about that, sugar. C’mon, let's go watch some tv.” He says, leading me into the living room. He turns on the tv before grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and putting it across my legs.
“I’ll be back.” He whispers, hurrying away from the room. I try to focus my eyes on the tv, pulling the blanket up to my chin. I hear Gerard rummaging around through the kitchen, making me wonder what he’s doing.
He returns a second later with two cups in hand and a bowl of chips. He set them down and lift me up, making me squeal, before dropping me back into his lap gently.
“I made you some hot cocoa.” He says quietly, grabbing both the cups and handing one to me. I smile at him and thank him quietly. Id managed to stop crying, but i was still shaking a little. Gerard put the cup down and grabbed the chips before handing me the bucket. He began to run his hands through my hair, occasionally kissing my temple.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, his hands freezing for a second.
“More than okay.” I whispered back, smiling a little. I began to doze off, my last thought being of his lips.
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“So what happened then?” Mikey demands, looking horrified at my head, more specifically the huge gash cut straight across it.
“Um, c-car crash.” I said, looking down at my feet.
“Oh my God, when? Where? Are you okay? What happened?” He questions, looking concernedly at me. Gerard got up and went over to Mikey, whispering something into his ear before coming to stand by my side again.
It was only a day after the crash and Gerard still hadn't told me what happened with Bert. I had to go home soon and tell my mom about the crash.
I hadn't realised that they were still talking until I heard my name in the conversation.
“....yeah, you should come, he’d like it.” Gerard says, making me highly confused.
“What?” I ask dumbly, looking at him confusedly.
“Weren't you listening?” Gerard asks, frowning a little.
“Oh, um, no?” I say apologetically, making him smile a little.
“I said we should go out today. To the mall, or something.” He says, making my eyes widen.
“W-why? I, um, like it here.” I say, trying to cover up my panic. He furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head a little.
“I just don't like...people looking at me. At my body.” I explain, fidgeting with my long sleeves.
“Frankie, baby, I'll be there the whole time. This is how we're gonna get better, okay?” He asked, making me nod a little. By we’re he meant me. Gerard didn't need fixing, he was absolutely perfect.
“Get ready, sugar, you can use my clothes. Whats mine is yours.” He says, making me smile. I nod and get up, rummaging through his draws and getting a buggy long sleeve and baggy pants. They leave the room, allowing me to get dressed. I sigh at myself when i'm all dressed, looking down at my body.
Why couldn't I be normal?
I walk out from the room, finding Mikey was gone and Gerard with a coffee cup waiting or me. I smile at him and quietly thank him, taking the cup from his hands.
Mikey returns a second later, fully dressed with a smile intact. Gerard excuses himself, presumably going to get dressed. Me and Mikey sit in silence for a few moments before he breaks it.
“So Frank, how come you never went to college?” He asks, smiling warmly at me.
“Oh, uh, well, I don't really know. I mean, I got into most of thee ivy league schools or whatever, I just didn't go...I was supposed to send applications in around the time...it happened, but I never did.” I explained, trying to keep my tone light. The sile was no longer there, replaced by his infamous poker face.
“Do you plan to go?” He asks, looking me in the eyes.
“Someday, maybe. Somewhere around here though. I don't think I could stand to be away from Gerard.” I state, looking down at my coffee cup. He nods and smiles a little. Just then Gerard comes into the room, black skinny jeans and a black wife beater on, his jacket in hand. Seeing him in a wife beater quite literally took my breathe away, seeing the shape of his body.
“Ready to go?” He asks, smiling at us. I nod, getting up and putting my cup in the sink. I take my phone off its charger before following them out to Gerards car.
We pile in, Gerard in the drivers, Mikey in the back, and me in the passenger’s seat. Gerard turns on the engine, making music pour our of the radio. I recognized it as the misfits, and let the music drown out my reality.
I was nervous, way too nervous to be considered healthy. It was just going out in public, but fuck, the world is sick, and didn't want to partake in it.
It was only a ten minute drive to the mall, so we got there very quickly. I felt my breathing pick up as we got out but Gerard quickly circled the car and grabbed my hand. I tried to smile at him but miserably failed, only managing to wince.
We went through the main entrance, my breathing quite heavy. The place wasn't at all packed, but there was enough people to make me slightly nervous.
“Wanna go to the bookstore?” Gerard asks gently,rubbing circles on my thumb. I nod as does Mikey. We walk there quickly and my breathing starts to slow as I realise no one's even looking at me. There all to preoccupied with themselves.
We make it to the bookstore in under two minutes, considering the speed we were going at. There was only us and the clerk, making me relax slightly. I let go of Gerards hand and head over to the fiction books, taking interest in quite of a few of them. I took a couple minutes looking at them, reading the summarization on the inside of the cover.
I step over to Gerard when I'm done, who's looking at comic books.
“Hello Gee,” I say nicely, smiling at him. He smiles back, looking at an issue of doom patrol.
“This,” He says pointing at the comics. “Is what I want to do with my life.”
“Really?” I ask, slightly surprised. He nods, smiling fondly at me. The bell above the door rings, telling us another person has entered the store, and in steps the man who’d raped me.
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I'm sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people
Your daddy sounds like a jerk
I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you
I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough
Bending over backwards, never good enough
You poor thing, it must suck to be you
And I know it's not your fault, it never is, is it?
I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
It takes more than I have, pick fights with the past, I always lose
Oh, don't you know? that's no way to live
I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds
I get it, give me a little credit
I remember when I was that pathetic
Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see
Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick

Notes

Hey, my loves. Sorry this took so long.
Hppefully you guys dont hate me too much for how short this was.
xoxMay<3