One more bite won't hurt
Experience
*mentions domestic abuse*
"Hey Frankie" Gerard whispered into Frank's ear, "you're safe now."
He knelt next to a passed out Frank who lay unknowingly across Gerard's worn fabric sofa.
"Where's your little friend now?" Gerard teased, looking around nervously before going to check that the door was locked for the 5th time. "Well." he paused, "He's not going to find you anyway."
He took a dressing from his kitchen cupboard and returned back to Frank, laying his own body gently on his guests as he took their hand in his. With harsh nails, Gerard dug them into Franks wound causing blood to pour onto his hands in large quantities; drinking the blood from his hands in relief. It was just a snack, Frank probably wouldn’t notice anyway. A hand gripped Frank's head and pulled his hair backwards as Gerard wrapped the dressing gently around Frank's wound and secured it.
"You'll be okay now baby. I won't drain you of blood; never, you mean too much to me…" he muttered, lacing his hands through Frank's hair and tracing the edges of his face as their hearts pulsed against one another. "You'll be just fine."
He dropped his blood soaked lips down to Frank's face, placing their lips together for a second before allowing them to separate. He kissed Frank again and again as if he were addicted, his hands entwined with his guests.
"You're so fucking cute Frankie baby…" Gerard continued, "but then again how fucking cute is our ignorance?"
Gerard leapt off of the passed out figure as Frank began to stir, murmuring softly and eyes fluttering for a second. The red-haired man almost ran into the kitchen trying to steady his breathing. 'Shit!' he thought to himself, 'what if he was 'awake'? What if he knows? Fuck, you shouldn't have let your fantasies get the better of you Gerard. Now….just act normal.'
Taking a glass from the cupboard, Gerard filled it with water and wondered casually back into his living room where the figure lay. He placed the glass next to Frank, who's eyes shot open and who's pupils dilated and quivered immediately. Fear struck into Frank's face as he peered up at Gerard who watched him closely; trying to ignore his trembling hands.
"Hey, Frank. How are you doing?" Gerard spoke, fearing whatever Frank might reply with.
"Um, I'm good thanks." he replied sitting up, showing no sign that he knew of his and Gerard's little 'experience'.
"Good."
"What happened?" Frank asked, rubbing his head softly and tracing the bandage that covered his palm and wrist.
"Well. You accidently walked into me at the supermarket and I was carrying coffee and the glass from the jars cut into your hand and you were bleeding a lot and then you walked back with me to my house and then you fainted and now you’re here…" Gerard spoke quickly.
"Oh." Frank replied remembering that he was inside a sociopathic killers house with Joel nowhere to be seen.
"I got you water and pizza…" Gerard replied, handing Frank a plate and switching on the tv.
"Thanks…" Frank smiled cautiously, placing the offer to his side.
The tv lit up and the talking of the news covered up the emptiness that filled the room, the two newsreaders chatting seriously:
Today, we have received a report which provides more information on domestic abuse and the seriousness of this crime, which affects- on average- 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men in their lifetime.
"Awful, isnt it?" began Frank, signalling towards the tv screen.
"What?"
"Abuse. Just wanting to hurt someone is wrong. I hate it. I absolutely hate it." Frank replied, "Sorry… It just really claws at my heart."
"Yeah." muttered Gerard, sitting down on the floor so that he could keep an eye on Frank.
"But still…" Frank smiled, "There's always help out there. It's easy to get help."
"It's not…"
"But all you have to do is tell someone."
"It's not that easy…." Gerard spoke in almost a whisper.
"All you have to do is call a charit-"
"No!" Gerard interrupted, "It's not that fucking easy Frank! You don't understand! When my dad used to hit me and my brother it was not 'easy' to get help! When he hit my mother she wasn’t able to just 'call a charity' because she was too fucking scared for our goddamn lives. Don't pretend that you understand…" he trailed off as tears began to drip down his face.
"Jeez, I'm sorry. I-I didn’t know. I'll just leave before I upset you even further." Frank stated as he pulled himself to his feet.
"No!" pleaded Gerard, "No… please stay. Please…"
"Okay…" Frank sighed, sitting back down again.
Domestic abuse accounts to 16% of all national crime although many cases are simply not reported.
The pair sat in silence as the tv continued to blare out facts; Gerard feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Domestic abuse leads to on average, 2 women being murdered per week. A recent example of this being the murder of Kaitlin Jones by her boyfriend Sebastian Carter; who has since been hung.
Gerard couldn't stop his eyes from widening as he heard the facts spread through the his house.
"Shame…Such a waste.." replied Frank, planning to try and at least get a little info about Gerard Way to report back to a fuming Joel.
Gerard nodded.
"You knew her?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. I'd met her before; we both liked writing and reading comics and that. She was a friend of my mums but she was always acting weird around me like…she seemed jealous…"
"Of what?" glared Frank.
"Oh," Gerard replied startled a little, "I don’t know."
"Sorry I just…"
"You just?"
"Nothing. Doesn't matter. Anyway…" Frank continued trying to change the subject, "Thank you for helping me…"
"No problem…"
On Gerard's face grew a friendly smile which was wiped from his face as he heard fists being beaten violently against his front door.
"FRANK! GET OUT OF THERE!" a familiar voice yelled.
"Hey Frankie" Gerard whispered into Frank's ear, "you're safe now."
He knelt next to a passed out Frank who lay unknowingly across Gerard's worn fabric sofa.
"Where's your little friend now?" Gerard teased, looking around nervously before going to check that the door was locked for the 5th time. "Well." he paused, "He's not going to find you anyway."
He took a dressing from his kitchen cupboard and returned back to Frank, laying his own body gently on his guests as he took their hand in his. With harsh nails, Gerard dug them into Franks wound causing blood to pour onto his hands in large quantities; drinking the blood from his hands in relief. It was just a snack, Frank probably wouldn’t notice anyway. A hand gripped Frank's head and pulled his hair backwards as Gerard wrapped the dressing gently around Frank's wound and secured it.
"You'll be okay now baby. I won't drain you of blood; never, you mean too much to me…" he muttered, lacing his hands through Frank's hair and tracing the edges of his face as their hearts pulsed against one another. "You'll be just fine."
He dropped his blood soaked lips down to Frank's face, placing their lips together for a second before allowing them to separate. He kissed Frank again and again as if he were addicted, his hands entwined with his guests.
"You're so fucking cute Frankie baby…" Gerard continued, "but then again how fucking cute is our ignorance?"
Gerard leapt off of the passed out figure as Frank began to stir, murmuring softly and eyes fluttering for a second. The red-haired man almost ran into the kitchen trying to steady his breathing. 'Shit!' he thought to himself, 'what if he was 'awake'? What if he knows? Fuck, you shouldn't have let your fantasies get the better of you Gerard. Now….just act normal.'
Taking a glass from the cupboard, Gerard filled it with water and wondered casually back into his living room where the figure lay. He placed the glass next to Frank, who's eyes shot open and who's pupils dilated and quivered immediately. Fear struck into Frank's face as he peered up at Gerard who watched him closely; trying to ignore his trembling hands.
"Hey, Frank. How are you doing?" Gerard spoke, fearing whatever Frank might reply with.
"Um, I'm good thanks." he replied sitting up, showing no sign that he knew of his and Gerard's little 'experience'.
"Good."
"What happened?" Frank asked, rubbing his head softly and tracing the bandage that covered his palm and wrist.
"Well. You accidently walked into me at the supermarket and I was carrying coffee and the glass from the jars cut into your hand and you were bleeding a lot and then you walked back with me to my house and then you fainted and now you’re here…" Gerard spoke quickly.
"Oh." Frank replied remembering that he was inside a sociopathic killers house with Joel nowhere to be seen.
"I got you water and pizza…" Gerard replied, handing Frank a plate and switching on the tv.
"Thanks…" Frank smiled cautiously, placing the offer to his side.
The tv lit up and the talking of the news covered up the emptiness that filled the room, the two newsreaders chatting seriously:
Today, we have received a report which provides more information on domestic abuse and the seriousness of this crime, which affects- on average- 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men in their lifetime.
"Awful, isnt it?" began Frank, signalling towards the tv screen.
"What?"
"Abuse. Just wanting to hurt someone is wrong. I hate it. I absolutely hate it." Frank replied, "Sorry… It just really claws at my heart."
"Yeah." muttered Gerard, sitting down on the floor so that he could keep an eye on Frank.
"But still…" Frank smiled, "There's always help out there. It's easy to get help."
"It's not…"
"But all you have to do is tell someone."
"It's not that easy…." Gerard spoke in almost a whisper.
"All you have to do is call a charit-"
"No!" Gerard interrupted, "It's not that fucking easy Frank! You don't understand! When my dad used to hit me and my brother it was not 'easy' to get help! When he hit my mother she wasn’t able to just 'call a charity' because she was too fucking scared for our goddamn lives. Don't pretend that you understand…" he trailed off as tears began to drip down his face.
"Jeez, I'm sorry. I-I didn’t know. I'll just leave before I upset you even further." Frank stated as he pulled himself to his feet.
"No!" pleaded Gerard, "No… please stay. Please…"
"Okay…" Frank sighed, sitting back down again.
Domestic abuse accounts to 16% of all national crime although many cases are simply not reported.
The pair sat in silence as the tv continued to blare out facts; Gerard feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Domestic abuse leads to on average, 2 women being murdered per week. A recent example of this being the murder of Kaitlin Jones by her boyfriend Sebastian Carter; who has since been hung.
Gerard couldn't stop his eyes from widening as he heard the facts spread through the his house.
"Shame…Such a waste.." replied Frank, planning to try and at least get a little info about Gerard Way to report back to a fuming Joel.
Gerard nodded.
"You knew her?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. I'd met her before; we both liked writing and reading comics and that. She was a friend of my mums but she was always acting weird around me like…she seemed jealous…"
"Of what?" glared Frank.
"Oh," Gerard replied startled a little, "I don’t know."
"Sorry I just…"
"You just?"
"Nothing. Doesn't matter. Anyway…" Frank continued trying to change the subject, "Thank you for helping me…"
"No problem…"
On Gerard's face grew a friendly smile which was wiped from his face as he heard fists being beaten violently against his front door.
"FRANK! GET OUT OF THERE!" a familiar voice yelled.
Notes
Hello peoples! Hope this was okay, sorry for the enter shikari reference, I really need to stop referencing.
Did a little research to find the facts for this chapter, so they should be correct.
Thank you for reading and I hope you have a nice day/week/month/year and just life in general. :) x
-Lou
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