Changing Me Forever
Chapter Three
Gerard’s POV.
As I went inside I decided to leave the door open for frank so he would be able to tell what house it was that he was to return to. Even as the guys turned the TV and Xbox on and got some beer and pizza from the fridge I was thinking of franks reaction to my joke of smacking him around. Why did he cringe at that? And jump a little when I hugged him? Did I make him uncomfortable hugging him? Was he going to come back over? If so would there be awkward tension in the air between us? Has the guys seen his reaction and my hug to him? Or were they already inside the house? All these and about a thousand other questions were flying through my head and I don’t even have a fucking clue why! I just met the damn kid for fucks sake! Ugh this is weird I’ve never felt like this before and I quite frankly – haha FRANKly- don’t like it. Beer. Where is my beer?
Franks POV.
As I open the door I am welcomed by an unwanted surprise. My dad. Well dad is an overstatement. He is more like the man who knocked up my mom then left when she found out that she had a bun in the oven. He wanted back in my life about 5 years ago; this is why my mother and I move around so much I suppose. Well this and the fact that she fucks up every situation she is ever put into. We move because she has no job or we have no place to live anymore or my “dad” finds us, which fucking sucks.
“hello Frank.” He says with a grin on his face that I know oh all too well. So naturally I’m supposed to be prepared for what comes next.
He brings his fist up high and starts to bring it down swiftly towards my face. I try to run away but realize that I am being pinned against the now closed door by a Popeye sized forearm.
Before I can even turn my face away his fist makes contact with my jaw sending a harsh ripple of pain through that part of my face. As he brings his fist up again I turn my head so it is partially hidden in my shoulder. But doing this earns me a knee to the groin sending more pain through my body and into my stomach. “look at me when I am in your presence!” he yelled in my ear. Turning my face with his now free hand he brings his fist to my face over and over and over for what feels like forever until- I’m guessing- his hands hurt too much to cause me anymore pain that way and threw me to the floor where he continued the assault by kicking me in the abdomen. He stopped after what felt like a life time and spit on me. “there I think you learned your lesson. Maybe next time you and your like whore of a mom will think twice before leaving again without telling me.”
As I looked up at him squatting in front of me –groaning as I did so- I saw a crazed look that I has not noticed before. He looked like a fucking mad man! Well he was but the point is that he was high on something. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline from beating the shit out of me. Sure I’m going with that.
“have anything to say to me?” looking up at him I has no idea what he was talking about. Did I do something before we left? Or was he referencing here? Shit I think he hit me in the head a few too many times. I settled with words that I always am forced to say to him when I see him.
“hi dad” I choke out as I go into a coughing fit that makes me cringe in pain that makes me cough more. God damit this is ridiculous! As blood comes out of my mouth, most likely from internal bleeding from all the kicking, and from my nose where he most likely broke it from the hard punches to my face, my eyes start to sting but I choke back the tears so this man – no not a man this creature is no man he is a piece of scum- will not see them.
“that’s my boy.” He said with a look of pure –what can I describe it as shit- evil.
That’s the last thing I remember before blacking out.
Gerard’s POV.
Frank is really taking a long time. It has almost been an hour! Where the hell is he? He said he would be here in a few minutes! And why am I freaking out about this again?
“dude just go over to his place to see what is going on.” Ray stated like it was the easiest fucking solution in the entire world, which it probably was but that’s not the point! I’ve been pacing in the kitchen, with a beer in hand and a cigarette in the other, for about 10 minutes now.
“here we will even go with you if it makes you feel any better. How’s that sound?” this time it was Mikey to come up with the idea and to be completely honest I really liked the idea. It would show that we are all fussing about where he was not just me. Ray on the other hand did not agree with the plan. “come on dude its right there” he said pointing in the direction of franks house not tarring his gaze away from the TV screen. “ I’m sure he can manage it.” But Mikey, being my brother, had the same thought as me. “but this was it will seem like we are all wondering where the fuck he is, not just a completely freaked out Gerard.”
After about 5 more minutes of coaxing on Mikey and I’s part and rays death in halo we are on our way over to franks, -bob was asleep- but as we reach the door and I am about to knock with the guys behind me, or so I thought, Mikey puts his hand on my shoulder and lightly taps the door and it opens. That alone should have struck me as odd. As he stepped inside though I saw my brother’s body stops and physically tighten up as he looked at something on the floor.
Ray and I walked in cautiously behind Mikey and gasped at what we saw.
There was blood on the floor. And not a little bit either. It was a good foot in diameter and was, from what I could tell, just starting to coagulate meaning that it was rather fresh.
I pushed pass Mikey and went up the stairs and that’s when I heard the soft squeaky moans that were coming from the bathroom. As I slowly approached the door and opened it what I way nearly sent me crashing to the ground in sadness. Frank was curled up into a ball in the bathtub in only his boxers getting showered in ice cold water. I saw he was covered in bruises, having had many myself, but it was only when I got closer did I see the expense of the damage done.
His arms were a nasty green-tan color. His face was a black and purple swollen mess, eyes not even visible, and blood spilling out of his nose and the occasional coughing fit to come through and make him spit up blood, that’s not good. This brought me to his abdomen, only half visible from the way he was laying but was awful all the same. His ribs were sticking out in odd angles and his stomach area was nothing but a psychedelic array of awkward shaped and colored bruises and cuts, which were to bleeding.
Ray and Mikey had joined me at this point and had informed me that the ambulance was on its way. All he did was let out a soft moan. A few minutes later there were the sirens outside and ray ran down the stairs to tell them where we were.
“are any of you family” one of the paramedics asked.
“no we are friends. We’re not sure but we think his mom is working and won’t be back for a while and we don’t know how to contact her.” Mikey responded to him.
“right, well we need someone to go with us. Who will it be?”
“me. I’ll go. Gerard” I was the one to speak up this time.
“Ok Gerard we need you and your friends out of the bathroom so we can get the boy out of here.” I nodded in agreement and the three of us went into the hallway and waited for them to come out. “this is ridiculous. Like how did this happen!” ray jabbered out quickly. “I don’t know but let’s go down stairs; I need to sit down for a second.” Mikey said in a semi-scratchy voice. We nodded in agreement and followed him down to what we guessed to be the living room.
As soon as we sat down we all placed our faces in our hands and sat in silence. After a few minutes, some sharp cries from frank, rushed apologies from the paramedics, and muttered curse words from us; they were down stairs with frank on a stretcher.
As the four of us loaded into the ambulance I told the guys to watch for franks mom and tell her what happened, and Mikey to tell mom where I was – knowing that she would understand-.
Franks POV.
I came to a bit in the shower with some guys trying to take me out of a bathtub I think. I didn’t really know nor care, the pain I was in whenever they moved me was excruciating! I them proceeded to back out again.
Next time I woke up it was on a very uncomfortable bed in a moving van? An ambulance? Coming around a bit more I can hear a little, no a lot, holy shit everything is so goddamn loud! Wait is that Gerard’s voice? I’m given no time to evaluate it because someoneis slamming a hand on metal really hard and I feel us take of at a slow pace at first but felt it pick up when the sirens were turned on. Cringing at the volume the sirens are at sends a wave of pain all throughout my body making me numb to everything around me. I then felt a new wave of something hit my body. As I trying to roll over I found myself strapped down, that is until someone released me and I rolled over just as a bucket was shoved in my face where my bile was headed, but it wasn’t vomit, it was blood. And a shit tone at that. I lay on my back screaming as the ambulance hit, what I suspected as a pot hole, throwing my body all over making my injuries scream themselves. The last thing I remembered was Gerard’s hand grabbing my own whispering something into my ear that I couldn’t hear, because just then, I passed out from the pain.
Little did I know that that hand hold would change me forever.
As I went inside I decided to leave the door open for frank so he would be able to tell what house it was that he was to return to. Even as the guys turned the TV and Xbox on and got some beer and pizza from the fridge I was thinking of franks reaction to my joke of smacking him around. Why did he cringe at that? And jump a little when I hugged him? Did I make him uncomfortable hugging him? Was he going to come back over? If so would there be awkward tension in the air between us? Has the guys seen his reaction and my hug to him? Or were they already inside the house? All these and about a thousand other questions were flying through my head and I don’t even have a fucking clue why! I just met the damn kid for fucks sake! Ugh this is weird I’ve never felt like this before and I quite frankly – haha FRANKly- don’t like it. Beer. Where is my beer?
Franks POV.
As I open the door I am welcomed by an unwanted surprise. My dad. Well dad is an overstatement. He is more like the man who knocked up my mom then left when she found out that she had a bun in the oven. He wanted back in my life about 5 years ago; this is why my mother and I move around so much I suppose. Well this and the fact that she fucks up every situation she is ever put into. We move because she has no job or we have no place to live anymore or my “dad” finds us, which fucking sucks.
“hello Frank.” He says with a grin on his face that I know oh all too well. So naturally I’m supposed to be prepared for what comes next.
He brings his fist up high and starts to bring it down swiftly towards my face. I try to run away but realize that I am being pinned against the now closed door by a Popeye sized forearm.
Before I can even turn my face away his fist makes contact with my jaw sending a harsh ripple of pain through that part of my face. As he brings his fist up again I turn my head so it is partially hidden in my shoulder. But doing this earns me a knee to the groin sending more pain through my body and into my stomach. “look at me when I am in your presence!” he yelled in my ear. Turning my face with his now free hand he brings his fist to my face over and over and over for what feels like forever until- I’m guessing- his hands hurt too much to cause me anymore pain that way and threw me to the floor where he continued the assault by kicking me in the abdomen. He stopped after what felt like a life time and spit on me. “there I think you learned your lesson. Maybe next time you and your like whore of a mom will think twice before leaving again without telling me.”
As I looked up at him squatting in front of me –groaning as I did so- I saw a crazed look that I has not noticed before. He looked like a fucking mad man! Well he was but the point is that he was high on something. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline from beating the shit out of me. Sure I’m going with that.
“have anything to say to me?” looking up at him I has no idea what he was talking about. Did I do something before we left? Or was he referencing here? Shit I think he hit me in the head a few too many times. I settled with words that I always am forced to say to him when I see him.
“hi dad” I choke out as I go into a coughing fit that makes me cringe in pain that makes me cough more. God damit this is ridiculous! As blood comes out of my mouth, most likely from internal bleeding from all the kicking, and from my nose where he most likely broke it from the hard punches to my face, my eyes start to sting but I choke back the tears so this man – no not a man this creature is no man he is a piece of scum- will not see them.
“that’s my boy.” He said with a look of pure –what can I describe it as shit- evil.
That’s the last thing I remember before blacking out.
Gerard’s POV.
Frank is really taking a long time. It has almost been an hour! Where the hell is he? He said he would be here in a few minutes! And why am I freaking out about this again?
“dude just go over to his place to see what is going on.” Ray stated like it was the easiest fucking solution in the entire world, which it probably was but that’s not the point! I’ve been pacing in the kitchen, with a beer in hand and a cigarette in the other, for about 10 minutes now.
“here we will even go with you if it makes you feel any better. How’s that sound?” this time it was Mikey to come up with the idea and to be completely honest I really liked the idea. It would show that we are all fussing about where he was not just me. Ray on the other hand did not agree with the plan. “come on dude its right there” he said pointing in the direction of franks house not tarring his gaze away from the TV screen. “ I’m sure he can manage it.” But Mikey, being my brother, had the same thought as me. “but this was it will seem like we are all wondering where the fuck he is, not just a completely freaked out Gerard.”
After about 5 more minutes of coaxing on Mikey and I’s part and rays death in halo we are on our way over to franks, -bob was asleep- but as we reach the door and I am about to knock with the guys behind me, or so I thought, Mikey puts his hand on my shoulder and lightly taps the door and it opens. That alone should have struck me as odd. As he stepped inside though I saw my brother’s body stops and physically tighten up as he looked at something on the floor.
Ray and I walked in cautiously behind Mikey and gasped at what we saw.
There was blood on the floor. And not a little bit either. It was a good foot in diameter and was, from what I could tell, just starting to coagulate meaning that it was rather fresh.
I pushed pass Mikey and went up the stairs and that’s when I heard the soft squeaky moans that were coming from the bathroom. As I slowly approached the door and opened it what I way nearly sent me crashing to the ground in sadness. Frank was curled up into a ball in the bathtub in only his boxers getting showered in ice cold water. I saw he was covered in bruises, having had many myself, but it was only when I got closer did I see the expense of the damage done.
His arms were a nasty green-tan color. His face was a black and purple swollen mess, eyes not even visible, and blood spilling out of his nose and the occasional coughing fit to come through and make him spit up blood, that’s not good. This brought me to his abdomen, only half visible from the way he was laying but was awful all the same. His ribs were sticking out in odd angles and his stomach area was nothing but a psychedelic array of awkward shaped and colored bruises and cuts, which were to bleeding.
Ray and Mikey had joined me at this point and had informed me that the ambulance was on its way. All he did was let out a soft moan. A few minutes later there were the sirens outside and ray ran down the stairs to tell them where we were.
“are any of you family” one of the paramedics asked.
“no we are friends. We’re not sure but we think his mom is working and won’t be back for a while and we don’t know how to contact her.” Mikey responded to him.
“right, well we need someone to go with us. Who will it be?”
“me. I’ll go. Gerard” I was the one to speak up this time.
“Ok Gerard we need you and your friends out of the bathroom so we can get the boy out of here.” I nodded in agreement and the three of us went into the hallway and waited for them to come out. “this is ridiculous. Like how did this happen!” ray jabbered out quickly. “I don’t know but let’s go down stairs; I need to sit down for a second.” Mikey said in a semi-scratchy voice. We nodded in agreement and followed him down to what we guessed to be the living room.
As soon as we sat down we all placed our faces in our hands and sat in silence. After a few minutes, some sharp cries from frank, rushed apologies from the paramedics, and muttered curse words from us; they were down stairs with frank on a stretcher.
As the four of us loaded into the ambulance I told the guys to watch for franks mom and tell her what happened, and Mikey to tell mom where I was – knowing that she would understand-.
Franks POV.
I came to a bit in the shower with some guys trying to take me out of a bathtub I think. I didn’t really know nor care, the pain I was in whenever they moved me was excruciating! I them proceeded to back out again.
Next time I woke up it was on a very uncomfortable bed in a moving van? An ambulance? Coming around a bit more I can hear a little, no a lot, holy shit everything is so goddamn loud! Wait is that Gerard’s voice? I’m given no time to evaluate it because someoneis slamming a hand on metal really hard and I feel us take of at a slow pace at first but felt it pick up when the sirens were turned on. Cringing at the volume the sirens are at sends a wave of pain all throughout my body making me numb to everything around me. I then felt a new wave of something hit my body. As I trying to roll over I found myself strapped down, that is until someone released me and I rolled over just as a bucket was shoved in my face where my bile was headed, but it wasn’t vomit, it was blood. And a shit tone at that. I lay on my back screaming as the ambulance hit, what I suspected as a pot hole, throwing my body all over making my injuries scream themselves. The last thing I remembered was Gerard’s hand grabbing my own whispering something into my ear that I couldn’t hear, because just then, I passed out from the pain.
Little did I know that that hand hold would change me forever.
Notes
Ok so this may be a long authors note.ok first, I'm sorry for the long waits in between each chapter I am kinda busy even it is summer vacation and I will actually only be here for another week until I have to leave for another two.
Second, hey a new chapter! I know its been a few weeks and I feel like I'm neglecting this because it only has like maybe three chapters.
Third, I changed the tittle -obviously- and I think you can tell why. I just think it fits better. hope you agree.
Fourth, if you want to see some change in the story or have ideas at all message me! I don't really know where I'm going with this story and I feel that it is moving kinda slow and I know its rated NC-17 and I promise you I will get there but all this needed to happen first.
Finally, in a few chapter, or maybe the next one I don't know, depends where the story goes I will be holding a character contest. I cannot remember the author that did this before me right off the top of my head but this is to them *salutes*.
Ok that's it for all of you who read all this, 100 points for being troopers!
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