Gerard's POV

The first semester was going smoother than expected, which was weird. Me and Ri grew to be really close over the last couple of months, but we both agreed not to rush into anything for our friendships sake.
It's Thanksgiving break and I was running around the town for my mom putting together these ridiculous recipes. Why she didn't do it herself, you ask? She says she's too busy with decorating, but I honestly think she does it to torment me.

I stormed through the back door soaking wet because Mother Nature decided to shower me with her presence as I was walking out of the grocery store. Mikey and my mom look up after I slam the door and erupt in laughter. "Oh poor....baby,....you look...terrible!", she barely got out between her laughs. She wrapped me in a towel and laughed even harder.

"Ha haha ha ha. Very funny. Here's your fucking rosemary, which isn't in season by the way so I had to go to every fucking store just to find the shit. You're so fucking welcome.", I snarled at her, with emphasis on every "fucking" so she knew I was frustrated. When she finally finished laughing, she kissed my cheek and took the bag out of my hand.

I walked upstairs to change and I could hear Mikey close behind. We both went in my room, he jumped onto my bed as I walked over to my dresser. "I know you're not really mad, are you?", he asked, I could hear the snickering in the back of his throat just itching to bust. I slipped on my Watchmen pajama pants and an old Misfit tshirt, I purposely ignored him because I really was irritated. Shit like that only happens to me and its aggravating.

"Next time you get caught in the pouring rain, let me know so I can just sit there and laugh in your fucking face." He screamed as I jumped and attacked him. I got him in a headlock when my phone went off.

"Frank:
Dude, I fucking need you."

I pushed off Mikey and threw my Chucks on. Mikes asked what was up looking worried, "Something's wrong with Frank. Tell ma I'll be back." I grabbed my keys and was out the door. The whole way over there I was thinking of what could've happened. I prayed to god Lindsey had nothing to do with it. I don't care if she messes with me, but when it comes to my friends...I'd fucking kill her.

I jumped out my car and walked into the house. I always came over unexpected so this wasn't weird for me. I knock on Frank's door and hear a faint "It's open Gee." I walked in and he was sitting on his bed with Pansy, his beloved guitar, in his hands. I sat on the floor in front of him, his face was flushed and his eyes were swollen. I could tell he'd been crying. I haven't seen him like this since his parents split.

Placing my hand on his knee, "What's up dude? What's got you so fucked up?", I asked. He didn't say anything. He just picked up his phone and played a voicemail. A sobbing voice was explaining how her parents were sending her away to boarding school. The voice kept saying "I love you, Frankie. I'm so sorry." then a booming voice takes the phone and says they're blocking Frank's number and if he attempts to continue contact, he'll have the police on him. The cries get louder and you hear the man yell as the phone clicks.

"I don't know what I did to make them hate me! I gave her nothing but the fucking world!", he cried out as I sat on the bed next to him and pulled him in my arms. He's been with Jamia for the last three years and he's been head over heels for her since day one. I run my hand through Frankie's hair and just let him cry into my chest because I know there's not much I can really do for him. But I knew this was the beginning of hell for all of us.

It's always a vicious domino effect, something shitty happens to one of us to start it off and it's downhill from there. Last year it was Ray's family friend that got murdered, and the year before that me and Mikey's grandmother passed away. The good thing about this is that it's not a death, but it might as well be the way he sees it. He lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes, "Thanks for always being here Gee. I know you're the one person who I can truly count on." I gave him a small smile and felt a light heat rise up my cheeks.

"I'll always be here Frankie, you know that.", I wiped the tears off his face and tucked his hair back. I hated seeing him like this, it broke my heart. Frank meant the world to me. We've been through so much together, which made our bond impossible to break. I hear him start crying again and ask him what's wrong. His eyes were filled with disappointment and he rolled up his hoodie sleeves to reveal the fresh cuts reaching almost up to his elbow. He started crying even harder because he knew I'd be upset.

"I just didn't know what else to do Gerard. My mind was fucking with me and I didn't want to believe what was going on. I know I promised you, but I feel like I've hit rock bottom." I felt the tears filling up in my own eyes and let them fall. Frank and I saved each other from self destruction years ago, I was a raging alcoholic and he was addicted to pain. One day we promised that I'd tone down my drinking and he'd stop self harming because it wasn't giving us anything but liver disease and battle scars. I held him tight against me as we both cried into each others shoulders. I wouldn't let this happen to him again.

Even if it kills me.

Notes

I cried writing this chapter! But it warms my heart how comforting their relationship is :')

Let me know what you guys think!

Britt:)