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Gerard’s POV
We walked down towards the town in silence until Frankie broke it.
“I…am sorry you had to see that Gee” he said with more courage than he probably felt.
“Frankie it wasn’t your fault at all…its okay” I replied
“Are you really mad at me now?” he asked innocently
“No way sweetie! I love you….forever and nothing will ever change that” I assured him.
“I love you too Gee…nothing you do will change it, none of the mistakes you make will change it ever ever ever” he said, nodding his head as he spoke.
There was another pause before he spoke.
“He does it cause…he says that…gays don’t deserve to be treated like everyone else…” he said quietly
“I know you wanted to know…and I’m telling you cause I know you would never ask me” he finished and looked down at the ground
I realized now, why Frank had stood protectively in front of me and why he had told me to be careful, he was afraid his father would hurt me for being gay too.
“Frankie, you know what he is saying isn’t true?” I asked, mortified at the thought
He didn’t reply, just quickened his pace and kept his eyes on the ground.
I didn’t want to press the question but I didn’t want my little angel thinking the same twisted thoughts that his father did.
I stopped walking and Frank turned to look at me, a concerned expression flashed through his face.
“Frankie…do you think the same as your father?” I asked him, my heart silently breaking at the chance of him thinking, that because I was gay then I also didn’t deserve to be treated well.
He must have realized what hi was thinking as he threw his arms tightly around my neck, lifting himself off the ground as he clung onto me.
“I don’t think of you like that Gee! You deserve the best in the whole wide world! Its just me that’s sick and disgusting” he sobbed
“Baby you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life okay? Don’t ever think you are sick or disgusting. You are the closest to an angel there is in this world and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise okay?” I said, hugging him close.
“Okay Gee” he replied and let go of me, composing himself silently before walking on.
We reached a club not long later and it was already quite late so it was open, Frankie’s eyes lit up for the first time all day as he saw it and dragged me in.
I danced with an ecstatic Frankie for a while before a young, pretty looking girl asked to cut in.
I didn’t much like dancing so I let her take him and went to find the bar.
It didn’t take long, it never does but I found it and took a seat, ordering the biggest and best drink they had.
I was handed some girly, red drink but after a few sips and realizing it was packed full of vodka, it suited me just fine and I drank it down, ordering another and another.
After about half an hour, my head started to spin a little and Frankie came over, taking a seat next to me.
I slurred an order of my drink for Frankie and he gazed up at me through worried eyes when he had received the drink.
Surely he had drank before?
I didn’t know anyone that hadn’t but by the reluctance and concern that was etched into his face, it was clear that he had never tasted alcohol in his whole life.
He only managed to sip his way through a few before he got the hiccups and started giggling at himself.
"Time to go" I slurred and Frankie got up, almost falling over and stumbling out behind me.
We swayed through the streets and I produced a small bottle of vodka from my jacket pocket.
Frankie was contently singing to himself beside me so I drank down the bottle as quickly as I could and felt the rush of dizziness go straight to my head.
Everything was so much more beautiful, including the stumbling boy next to me as we made our way slowly to my house.
The door was still unlocked but no matter how hard I tried to push it open, it wouldn’t .
"Open you motherfucking door!" I muttered and Frankie pushed the handle down and opened it for me with a giggle and another hiccup.
"Mikey!" I yelled into the darkness, waving my arms around for a light and sending something crashing in the process.
A light turned on and my brother came strolling down the stairs, rolling his eyes.
"Mom and dad?" I managed to put together
"Away to a party tonight Gerard." He said and put my arm around his shoulders.
He turned to Frankie who was gazing up at the stars outside, still singing softly.
"Frank? Come here." Mikey ordered
Franks gaze turned to my brother he swayed towards us.
"Stay here till I come and get you. Do you understand? Don't go anywhere." Mikey said firmly and turned to half carry me upstairs.
He sat me on my bed and left the room, coming back a few minutes later with Frankie.
"Mikey I looove yoou! You should get a noble prize! Best duude ever!" I slurred as he turned and left, giving Frankie one last worried glance.
"Well Frankie baby I guess its just like me and you now hmmm" I said
Frank turned to look at me and giggled again.
He took his shirt off and the desire for him began to build in my body.
I sat next to him and pressed my urgent lips against his.
He kissed me back but it wasn't enough... wanted more, way more.
I tugged off my own shirt and threw off my jeans, continuing to undress Frankie and ignoring his many protests.
I wanted frankie, every single inch of him and he wasn't going to get in my way.
I pressed him down on my bed, he tried to scramble free but I was stronger than him.
"Gee, I don't wanna, Gee please let me go" I quiet voice screamed somewhere distant in my head as I tore off Frankie's boxers, my nails scraping against his gorgeous skin, leaving ruby red liquid trickling down his chest.
I pushed myself hard into him and the irritating screaming started again, shriller this time, more urgent, but my head couldn't figure out the source.
I let my thrusts get faster, my fingers digging into his back, leaving my mark, clawing at his flesh.
I let my continuous moans escape from my lips, trying to drown out the pleading and screaming I kept hearing.
"Please Gee I don't want to...I'm sorry, I’m sorry...please...I can't...please stop!" came the cries but I couldn't stop.
The adrenaline rushed through my body as I climaxed and pulled out of Frankie.
My alarm went off two seconds later, it was Christmas day.
I leaned over frank and he whimpered slightly, flinching away from me.
"Merry christmas little whore" I spat in his ear and something wet ran down his cheeks.
My mind began to shut down and my head was swimming in a sea of terror, screaming, begging, pleading and sobbing of someone I couldn't put my finger on, but soon it faded and I drifted to sleep.
We walked down towards the town in silence until Frankie broke it.
“I…am sorry you had to see that Gee” he said with more courage than he probably felt.
“Frankie it wasn’t your fault at all…its okay” I replied
“Are you really mad at me now?” he asked innocently
“No way sweetie! I love you….forever and nothing will ever change that” I assured him.
“I love you too Gee…nothing you do will change it, none of the mistakes you make will change it ever ever ever” he said, nodding his head as he spoke.
There was another pause before he spoke.
“He does it cause…he says that…gays don’t deserve to be treated like everyone else…” he said quietly
“I know you wanted to know…and I’m telling you cause I know you would never ask me” he finished and looked down at the ground
I realized now, why Frank had stood protectively in front of me and why he had told me to be careful, he was afraid his father would hurt me for being gay too.
“Frankie, you know what he is saying isn’t true?” I asked, mortified at the thought
He didn’t reply, just quickened his pace and kept his eyes on the ground.
I didn’t want to press the question but I didn’t want my little angel thinking the same twisted thoughts that his father did.
I stopped walking and Frank turned to look at me, a concerned expression flashed through his face.
“Frankie…do you think the same as your father?” I asked him, my heart silently breaking at the chance of him thinking, that because I was gay then I also didn’t deserve to be treated well.
He must have realized what hi was thinking as he threw his arms tightly around my neck, lifting himself off the ground as he clung onto me.
“I don’t think of you like that Gee! You deserve the best in the whole wide world! Its just me that’s sick and disgusting” he sobbed
“Baby you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life okay? Don’t ever think you are sick or disgusting. You are the closest to an angel there is in this world and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise okay?” I said, hugging him close.
“Okay Gee” he replied and let go of me, composing himself silently before walking on.
We reached a club not long later and it was already quite late so it was open, Frankie’s eyes lit up for the first time all day as he saw it and dragged me in.
I danced with an ecstatic Frankie for a while before a young, pretty looking girl asked to cut in.
I didn’t much like dancing so I let her take him and went to find the bar.
It didn’t take long, it never does but I found it and took a seat, ordering the biggest and best drink they had.
I was handed some girly, red drink but after a few sips and realizing it was packed full of vodka, it suited me just fine and I drank it down, ordering another and another.
After about half an hour, my head started to spin a little and Frankie came over, taking a seat next to me.
I slurred an order of my drink for Frankie and he gazed up at me through worried eyes when he had received the drink.
Surely he had drank before?
I didn’t know anyone that hadn’t but by the reluctance and concern that was etched into his face, it was clear that he had never tasted alcohol in his whole life.
He only managed to sip his way through a few before he got the hiccups and started giggling at himself.
"Time to go" I slurred and Frankie got up, almost falling over and stumbling out behind me.
We swayed through the streets and I produced a small bottle of vodka from my jacket pocket.
Frankie was contently singing to himself beside me so I drank down the bottle as quickly as I could and felt the rush of dizziness go straight to my head.
Everything was so much more beautiful, including the stumbling boy next to me as we made our way slowly to my house.
The door was still unlocked but no matter how hard I tried to push it open, it wouldn’t .
"Open you motherfucking door!" I muttered and Frankie pushed the handle down and opened it for me with a giggle and another hiccup.
"Mikey!" I yelled into the darkness, waving my arms around for a light and sending something crashing in the process.
A light turned on and my brother came strolling down the stairs, rolling his eyes.
"Mom and dad?" I managed to put together
"Away to a party tonight Gerard." He said and put my arm around his shoulders.
He turned to Frankie who was gazing up at the stars outside, still singing softly.
"Frank? Come here." Mikey ordered
Franks gaze turned to my brother he swayed towards us.
"Stay here till I come and get you. Do you understand? Don't go anywhere." Mikey said firmly and turned to half carry me upstairs.
He sat me on my bed and left the room, coming back a few minutes later with Frankie.
"Mikey I looove yoou! You should get a noble prize! Best duude ever!" I slurred as he turned and left, giving Frankie one last worried glance.
"Well Frankie baby I guess its just like me and you now hmmm" I said
Frank turned to look at me and giggled again.
He took his shirt off and the desire for him began to build in my body.
I sat next to him and pressed my urgent lips against his.
He kissed me back but it wasn't enough... wanted more, way more.
I tugged off my own shirt and threw off my jeans, continuing to undress Frankie and ignoring his many protests.
I wanted frankie, every single inch of him and he wasn't going to get in my way.
I pressed him down on my bed, he tried to scramble free but I was stronger than him.
"Gee, I don't wanna, Gee please let me go" I quiet voice screamed somewhere distant in my head as I tore off Frankie's boxers, my nails scraping against his gorgeous skin, leaving ruby red liquid trickling down his chest.
I pushed myself hard into him and the irritating screaming started again, shriller this time, more urgent, but my head couldn't figure out the source.
I let my thrusts get faster, my fingers digging into his back, leaving my mark, clawing at his flesh.
I let my continuous moans escape from my lips, trying to drown out the pleading and screaming I kept hearing.
"Please Gee I don't want to...I'm sorry, I’m sorry...please...I can't...please stop!" came the cries but I couldn't stop.
The adrenaline rushed through my body as I climaxed and pulled out of Frankie.
My alarm went off two seconds later, it was Christmas day.
I leaned over frank and he whimpered slightly, flinching away from me.
"Merry christmas little whore" I spat in his ear and something wet ran down his cheeks.
My mind began to shut down and my head was swimming in a sea of terror, screaming, begging, pleading and sobbing of someone I couldn't put my finger on, but soon it faded and I drifted to sleep.
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