Frank's P.O.V My mom came home earlier than I had expected. It was about 3:30, The reason her shifts were so weird is because she's a nurse at the hospital, Usually she didn't come home until really late. I was in the kitchen doing my homework from yesterday. She came in, gave a short wave to me, and then went to her room. She must be stressed. Something must have gone wrong or someone must have died at the hospital. This is her usual reaction. I made her a cup of tea and took it up to her room. I reached her door and stood there for a minute. My hand raised ready to knock. When I heard crying. My mother was crying. She was always so strong and never let her emotions get the best of her. Even when her and my dad had gotten divorced. I knocked on the door. No answer. "M-mom?" The crying ceased. Now all I could hear were short whimpers. I opened the door. She was sitting on her bed wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Mom, why are you crying?" I stepped into the room and put the tea on her night stand. "Oh Frankie. My Frankie. I love you so much. And if you love me, you'll answer this question truthfully." I swallowed. I think I know the question she's going to ask. "Close the door." I turned around and closed the door. "This seems a silly question to ask but.... Are you gay?" I stepped away from her and tripped over the rug, falling on my butt. I didn't even move once I fell, I didn't get up, and I didn't know if I was still breathing. This is it. She's gonna figure out. I'm never gonna see Gerard again. I kept trying to think of reasons to play off why I fell, but I had none and the awkward silence growing in the room was not helping my situation. I stared up at her like a deer caught in head lights. She looked down at me. I could see fresh tears start to well up in her eyes. "is... i-s it true?" She stuttered. The silence coming from me was the only answer she needed. "After all I did to prevent this from ever happening! I took you to church every Sunday, sent you to a private catholic school! Its a sin! Your never going to get into heaven! Just think what everyone would say if they figured out I was the mother of a queer!" I just sat there, not speaking. "Its that boy isn't it. That dark haired boy from the other day. I knew it. I thought something wasn't right about him. Your never seeing that 'boy' again." I didn't know what to do. I felt like a caged animal. I could feel my heart ripping into. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "I've even found a school for boys with your kind of 'deficiency'. Its in New York. I'm going enroll you tomorrow. So you'll be able to start in one week." I couldn't get air into my lungs, I felt my heart stop beating, my mind whirled around like a piece of paper caught in the wind. Finally I found the guts to speak. "I'm not going." I couldn't help it now. Tears came running down my cheeks. I began sobbing. "I'm not going! You can't make me!" I felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "I love him!" Right then I realize that I did love Gerard. He's my everything. And I've never even told him that. I got up and ran to my room. I slammed my door and locked it. I paced the floor. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and texted Gerard. To: Gee I have something I need to tell you. I'm coming over now. I didn't even wait for a reply. I opened my window and scaled down the side of the house. Like a used to do when I was younger. I took off and ran towards Gerard's house.

Notes

i opologized for the wait. school has really been kicking my ass! i have so much homework every day that i come home, do homework, and then just crash from exhaustion! i will try to update sooner. (i know i say that alot) but this time i mean it. were almost at the end so just cross your fingers and wait!