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Frank walked all the way with me until we got outside. He smiled, his green eyes sparkling always. "So, why did Gerard threaten us?" he asked. His eyes also held confusion, and I squeezed his hand lightly.

"It's a long story I'd rather not talk about, Frankie. It's dark, my past." I explained. Something clicked in his eyes, and he breathed out slowly.

"Wow..." he whispered, and I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"What?" I asked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"We really were meant for each other..." he whispered still, and I was still confused.

"Frankie, what are you talking about?" I was seriously confused out of my mind.

"You said that you have a dark past. I do too, but mine's probably way darker." he explained. I shook my head.

"I haven't told Brian everything about me. He doesn't need to know." I looked down, biting my lip.

"Is there something wrong here?" I looked up and saw Brian staring at me. I cursed silently.

"No, nothing's wrong, Brian. Thanks for trying to help though. I think Frank can handle me just fine." I smiled sweetly, and averted my attention to Frank. Brian pushed Frank slightly, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Excuse me? Last time I checked, you were the one who told me about your past, and not Frank. You were the one who let me hold you in your arms, and Frank's never even remotely been close to touching you. Except for hand holding." I narrowed my eyes at his jealousy. "Frank's a dick, Jen. I thought that after Gerard you'd at least have some sense of going for the right guys. You go for all the drug addicts. Like Frank." he sneered, and I saw Frank narrow his eyes also.

"Dude, back off. I'm not a drug addict. And you have no right to talk to her that way, Brian." I stepped in front of Frank, but he pulled me behind him, and then got in a fighting stance.

"Frank, no... Please don't.." I whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders. I rested my head on his back, whispering his name over again.

"Jenny, why are you protecting him? The fuck needs a good ass kicking to set him in place." Brian raised up his fists, and I tried pulling Frank back from Brian.

"Frank, he's going to hurt you!" I cried, panic in my voice. Frank shook his head.

"I'm pretty sure that I've had worse. He wants a fight, I'll give him a fucking fight." his voice was assuring. I shook my head, my forehead still pressed against his back. I went to pull his arms back, but he shook me off. I watched as Frank took a step towards Brian, lifting up his own fists.

"You won't stand a chance, Frank." Brian smirked, practicing a few punches. I took a few more steps back from the two men, scared.

"Yeah? How much do you wanna bet, Haner?" I swallowed hard, scared for Frank.

"You're going to get it good, Lero." Frank clenched his jaw, and I figured that Brian had misspronounced his last name. I watched as Frank cracked his tatted knuckles.

"Screw you, Haner!" Frank went to swing a punch at Brian, but he caught it in his hand and ended up colliding his fist with the side of Frank's face. I heard Frank grunt slightly.

Frank swung a hard punch and hit Brian's eye, making Brian lose his balance. Frank swung another punch, and I covered my mouth when Brian tripped Frank and pinned him to the concrete. A crowd was starting to form, mostly from fans. Brian hit Frank hard in the face, and Frank's eyes were shut tight as he tried to get away from Brian. "You wanna fucking mess, Iero?!" Brian spat, and Frank punched Syn on the mouth. One fangirl cried out, falling to her knees. I continued to cover my mouth, scared about what I should do. I saw out of the corner of my eye Dad walk out, and he quickly ran in.

"Brian!" he yelled, pulling my best friend off of my boyfriend. Brian's eyes were hard, and he went to punch Frank hard again. "Get in the car, Brian!" Daddy continued to yell at him, and I watched as he pushed him inside his black SUV. I ran to Frank, making some fangirls growl. Frank was starting to get up, and I gasped aloud.

"Frank!" I cried out, taking his face gingerly in my hands. He had a swollen eye, a bloody nose, and his lip had split. He also had a cut on the side of his face, and when he spoke I knew that he was trying to sound strong.

"I'm fine, Jenny... Don't worry about me. It's just a couple bruises and cuts..." he tried to smile, but winced when he moved his lip. I turned my head towards the rest of the crowd, glaring at them.

"Leave us alone! Go away, can't you see that he's hurt?!" I pretty much was screaming at them. They backed off, knowing that I was probably delusional. Frank stroked my cheek, his one good eye showing compassion.

"I'm fine, really..." he whispered. I shook my head, taking in his face. I saw pain in his eyes, deep and almost hidden, but it was still there.

"Frank, no... You shouldn't have fought with Brian, he could hurt you badly... Promise me you won't fight him again, please..." I was about to break down in tears, and Frank stroked the side of my face even more.

"I promise, Jenny. All I gotta do is get cleaned up, and I'mma be good..." I looked at him with a worried expression. "I've had worse, believe me." I didn't want to see what 'worse' looked like. Especially not on Frank.

"Do you want me to help?" I asked, trying to get something out of him. He nodded, his eyes staring straight into mine. I got up, and helped him up off of the cold cement. He held onto me for support for a second, then found his balance.

He still held onto my hand, and I was glad that he wasn't the type to push me away when he was hurt. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up, Frankie." I kissed his cheek lightly, afraid that I'd hurt him. He smiled slightly, without wincing.

I opened the door to the bathroom, and he jumped up to sit on the counter. I looked at his face again, wondering where to start. I figured that I would start with the cut on his forehead. I turned on the hot water and looked around for anything remotely close to a towel. I found a wash-cloth and then turn the cold water on just a tad to balance out the hotness. I stuck the cloth under the running water, and lightly dabbed it on the bleeding cut.

Frank bit his bottom lip, and he winced slightly, closing his eyes. "Shit." he sucked in breath quickly as I dabbed the cut again, and I frowned slightly.

"I'm trying to be gentle." I spoke calmly, like I had done this many times. I hadn't.

"I know you are." he winced again when I dabbed it once more, and then checked to see how bad it was. "I guess I shoulda listened to you about not fighting... Sorry..." he squeezed his eyes shut slightly, and I moved to the other side of his face. The cut was right above his temple, scaring me. 'Brian could've knocked Frankie out...' the thought scared me shitless, and Frank seemed to sense that. "Are you okay? You're not going to pass out, are you? I mean, it's just a little blood..." he looked down at his knuckles, also slightly red. I shook my head.

"Fine, Frankie. I was just thinking... This is going to hurt." I warned, and he nodded.

"It doesn't hurt.." I raised an eyebrow, and his eyes betrayed him. "Well, maybe a little..." he added softly. I kissed his forehead, then brushed his black hair out of his face. One of the corners of his mouth lifted, and I knew that he appreciated this greatly.

"Frankie, if your Mom or Dad saw you like this, what would they do?" I asked lightly. He closed his eyes, swallowing.

"Uhh, Mom would... She'd, uhm... Tell my father to deal with me... And he'd..." his voice broke off and I pulled back, guilty. When he opened his eyes, they were full of pain and sorrow. "Dad would beat me." he whispered the last part, and his eyes shifted down towards the ground.

"Oh Frank, I'm so sorry..." I touched his arm lightly, and he grabbed my hand. His grip was tight.

"You didn't know, you didn't know..." he whispered. I felt really bad for making such a hyper, happy guy really sad and depressed. "He hates me. Everybody hates me..." his voice shook, and he struggled to keep himself together.

"Frankie, you know that that isn't true..." I sat up next to him, turning off the water of the sink. He pulled me onto his lap, holding me in his arms. I automatically snaked my arms around his torso, and he sighed.

"It is... I'm a fucking ass... Nobody accepts or understands me... I don't want to die alone," he glanced at me, plead in his voice. "God, Jen, don't let me die alone... Please, I don't want to be alone. I'm scared. I'm fucking scared of him..." I tried to register his words.

"Frank, who? Who are you scared of? Who's 'him'?" I pushed his bangs out of his face, and he held me tight against his chest.

"I'm scared of my father. My father and my goddamned uncle. I've been scared of him since 5th grade, both of them. If Mom knew what they did..." he shook his head, and I watched as 4 tears fell from his cheek onto the skin of my arm.

"Oh Frankie, baby, no... Don't cry, please don't cry... You're not going to die alone. Do you know why?" he shook his head again, and I figured that he didn't trust himself with words. "It's because I'm here. And while I'm here, nothing and nobody can hurt you. Because you are too sweet and cute to be hurt." I spoke from my heart, and he looked at me with sad eyes.

"Don't leave me... I'm useless without love." I kissed his split lip, not caring that I had just tasted his blood.

"I'm not going anywhere, Frankie. Nobody is going to break this feeling I have for you.never in a bajillion years." I rested my head on his shoulder, and I inhaled his scent. Sweat, blood, and something familiar hit my nose. Where had I smelt that scent before?

"Frank, you smell..." my eyes widened, and his eyes weren't that sad anymore. "You..." I breathed out, shocked. He smiled smally, like a kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"You remember me."