My Brutal Romance
Chapter 8
Frank's Point of View
I can feel Gerard looking at me. It's nearly painful, but at the same time I like it. I like the way his eyes are metaphorically burning holes into me, the uncomfortable feeling I'm developing. I deserve everything and more, because the way I have treated Gerard is....well, it's safe to say that if he knocked me off his bed and got Ray to punch me in the gut, I'd totally understand why.
Suddenly, the song Lose Yourself starts playing and I want to cry. My breath hitches, my eyes widen, and my heart is pounding. That's my dads' ringtone.
My dad.
''Frank?'' it's Gerard and he sounds genuinely worried. I don't deserve his worry, because I've been nothing but a jerk towards him. How can I deserve someone such as himself to even glance my way?
The thoughts are foreign to me, at least when it comes to Gerard, but I can't stop them. While I do find myself being attracted to men, I never wanted one of them to be Gerard.
"Just leave me alone," I snarl getting up and storming from the room. I take residence in the bathroom, answering my phone in a hurried tone.
"Frank?" He asks, bitter sounding. My stomach clenches and I feel like hurling. How dare he call me? After hurting me like he did all those times when he was supposed to love and cherish me?
"D-dad?" I stutter, ripe with fresh fear. I hear him chuckle, and I tremble. I know that chuckle. That's the same chuckle he would let out every time right before he'd violate me.
"Where are you?" He murmurs, voice sultry sounding. "You obviously aren't in school. Did you skip? Oh..am I going to be forced to punish you, Frank?"
I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I want to hang up, go back in the bedroom and act normal. I don't want to act like a bully - act like I hate everyone. I just want to be a normal teenage boy with normal parents.
"N-no," I whimper, a single tear escaping my eyes. He just laughs, a laugh that comes straight from Hell.
"Get your ass home, son." My dad instructs, "I want to...catch up. You have ten minutes."
He hangs up, and I know this is it. It's going back to how it used to be - and I can't stop it.
No one can stop it. No one can stop him.
I can feel Gerard looking at me. It's nearly painful, but at the same time I like it. I like the way his eyes are metaphorically burning holes into me, the uncomfortable feeling I'm developing. I deserve everything and more, because the way I have treated Gerard is....well, it's safe to say that if he knocked me off his bed and got Ray to punch me in the gut, I'd totally understand why.
Suddenly, the song Lose Yourself starts playing and I want to cry. My breath hitches, my eyes widen, and my heart is pounding. That's my dads' ringtone.
My dad.
''Frank?'' it's Gerard and he sounds genuinely worried. I don't deserve his worry, because I've been nothing but a jerk towards him. How can I deserve someone such as himself to even glance my way?
The thoughts are foreign to me, at least when it comes to Gerard, but I can't stop them. While I do find myself being attracted to men, I never wanted one of them to be Gerard.
"Just leave me alone," I snarl getting up and storming from the room. I take residence in the bathroom, answering my phone in a hurried tone.
"Frank?" He asks, bitter sounding. My stomach clenches and I feel like hurling. How dare he call me? After hurting me like he did all those times when he was supposed to love and cherish me?
"D-dad?" I stutter, ripe with fresh fear. I hear him chuckle, and I tremble. I know that chuckle. That's the same chuckle he would let out every time right before he'd violate me.
"Where are you?" He murmurs, voice sultry sounding. "You obviously aren't in school. Did you skip? Oh..am I going to be forced to punish you, Frank?"
I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I want to hang up, go back in the bedroom and act normal. I don't want to act like a bully - act like I hate everyone. I just want to be a normal teenage boy with normal parents.
"N-no," I whimper, a single tear escaping my eyes. He just laughs, a laugh that comes straight from Hell.
"Get your ass home, son." My dad instructs, "I want to...catch up. You have ten minutes."
He hangs up, and I know this is it. It's going back to how it used to be - and I can't stop it.
No one can stop it. No one can stop him.
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6/15/14