"Frank, honey, please wake up."I heard my mother's soothing voice beg. I groaned to give my mom a hint that I was sadly still living. "Frank, we're getting out of your grandma's." After what felt like eternity, I opened my heavy eyes. My misty vision soon cleared, I saw my mom in front of me and a very traumatized Mikey Way. "Is he gone?" I asked them, my voice raspy and barely audible. "He's gone. Grandma walked in to see your father trying to stab Mikey, me trying to see knock him out, and you passed out in a pool of your blood. So, she called the police on him." Mom quickly answered. "Can we just go home? I think we had a long day." Mikey begged.
*ONE HOUR LATER*
"How bad did he get you?" I asked Mikey. "I got a couple of cuts and bruises, but other than that I'm fine. How bout you? Even though that's a stupid question." He babbled. "I'm fine. I've been through much worse." I assured him. "If it's not too much to ask, can I see what else he's done? If you don't wanna, I understand. I thought it might help. Never mind. I shouldn't have asked. I'm so-" "Mikey. It's fine. Can I borrow a pair of shorts though? I'll need to use them for the scars on my legs." He nodded and tossed me a pair of basketball shots. I stripped my shirt and pants then changed. I couldn't look up and see his reaction.
I gasped. How could I have missed this? His chest was coated in bruises, cuts, and scars, but one that was going all the way done his chest stood out the most. "You see this one?" he asked, pointing to the one going down his chest. "He tried to rip my heart out that day he first tried to rape me. If I hadn't jumped out the window, or the old couple walking by, I wouldn't be here. That's how I broke my foot last year." I nodded and stepped closer. I gently pulled the fringe out of his eyes. I couldn't believe this either. His usual chocolate brown eyes, full of life were dead. Purple bags clung to his skin underneath of his eyes. There were cuts and bruises and a single scar along his jaw line to his neck. "He tried to kill me for not wanting him." He explained. "Turn around." I ordered. He did as I said, and it was worse. He had even more what looked liked his chest and face combined, only for sickly green marks all over his body. "My father decided to teach me a lesson on defending myself from a bully. So, he got out his belt and… started to whip me." Frank finished quietly. I only stared at him. How could let it get this far? Frankie let it go too far… "Frank, next time anything like this happens, tell Gee or me. We'll take care of them. Please, don't let it get this far again." I whispered, feeling tears form blurring my vision. "I didn't know how to tell you guys. I'm sorry." He whispered back. Just then, the door flew open, the thing that barged in almost ripped it off its hinges. "Where have you two been?!" it screeched. Then I recognized the thing as Gerard. We're going to have some explaining to do