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“There’s someone at the door.” I said, yawning and stretching as we awoke to the sound of the doorbell. Gerard didn’t even stir and he was kind of trapping me down in the bed with the blankets we’d all wrapped up in to watch the movie.
“I’ll go.” Frank offered and got up off the bed, wandering towards the stairs as his small feet made gentle padding sounds down the hall towards the door. I looked over to the clock on Gerard’s bedside table and frowned, seeing as it was only five in the morning. Who the hell would want to come for us at this time?
“Go home, we don’t want you here.” I heard Frank growl and I sat up, the only time I’ve ever heard him use that tone before was with Bert McCracken.
“Why should I, pretty boy? I’m here to see my Gerard.” Bert’s low huff of a voice carried down the stairs. I froze, shaking my older brother awake to get him off me. His eyes snapped open and became wide in fear as his ex-boyfriend’s voice carried once more into the dark room.
“Don’t make me kill you, Frankie. I think I’ve done enough to you and Gerard for you to realise that.” He threatened.
“No, Bert. I’m not going to let you touch him, or anyone else that I care about. You’ll kill me and piss on my grave before you do.” He retorted making Bert scoff. I heard the collision of skin to floor and I signalled for Gerard to stay quiet as I crept up the stairs.
“Bert.” I growled, causing his attention to snap to me and off of Frank’s face where he was sprawled on the floor, Bert poised above him with a knife to his throat.
“How is my little Dyke Mike?” He teased and I snarled, taking steps toward him as he got off Frank, who scrambled to his feet to stand flat against the wall. He could read in my face that I wanted to deal with this.
“I’m very well, McCracken. Feeling even better now I’m about to kick your sorry butt.” I warned and he threw his head back, cackling the laugh I hate so much. I couldn’t stand it, not being able to hurt him, impale him, to make him pay. As he was still laughing manically I took my chance and kicked him in the stomach, whilst slamming my fist into his forearm, making the knife fly out of his grip and to the floor, skidding to the kitchen.
“You’ll pay for that, Way.” He whispered, anger and hatred flashing and boiling in both our eyes as we stared each other down.
“Ha. Do you think I’m scared of a dirtbag like you?” I hissed, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I slammed him into the wall.
“I think you are… because, right now, I’m not even trying.” He said calmly and I growled unintentionally.
“You really are a dog aren’t you? Worse than your brother.” He snapped, pushing me back, steering me towards the door and out onto the porch, slamming my weak body up against the wood of the pillar. Bloodshot eyes greeted me, insane, crazy and looking for blood.
“I’d never be scared of a coward like you.” I whispered, but we both knew the only person I was trying to convince of this was myself.
“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes before driving the heel of his hand up to my nose harshly, causing blood to pour down it and into my mouth. Frank began to move forwards, my eyes widened in fear and I begged him silently to stay back, he didn’t deserve to be put in hospital again. I was hoping that that was where I wouldn’t end up myself.
“I’m going to make you cry and scream for your mother.” He snarled, driving his knee to my stomach, causing me to double over, giving him an advantage as he picked up my hunched body. He then threw me down the twenty, stone steps of my porch. Every step made contact with my body before I landed on the cruel concrete at the end. I could hear him approach and the world around me was spinning horribly as I tried desperately to focus.
“Not so brave now, are we. Boy.” He spat on me, a sharp pain running up my leg as my body regained feeling, the pain shocking my eyesight back into use as I looked down, seeing my left leg twisted at a horrid and unnatural angle. It looked broken.
“This is the last time I ever hope to see your scrawny face!” He yelled, stamping on my leg and laughing insanely as I cried out, before skipping right off down the street and into the dark. I stopped screaming, trying to breath and focus on the positives, desperate not to have a panic attack.
“Mikey!” I heard Frank yell as he dropped down beside me and I sat up, white hot pain running through my leg worse than anything I had ever felt before.
“Hey.” I said and he looked me over.
“I think you’ve broke your leg.” He said, his expression concerned.
“Correction, Bert broke it.” I said, venom tainting my voice.
“Well, yeah… I’ve got to phone an ambulance!” He realised and I face palmed.
“Seriously, did you like, forget that’s what you do when someone breaks a leg?” I said sarcastically.
“You know I love you really.” He smirked and pulled his phone out of his pocket as I saw Gerard’s pale face and scared green eyes peek out from behind the door.
“Oh Mikey!” He squeaked, legging it over to me.
“I am so, so, so sorry.” He said, taking my head and resting it in his lap as I was still waging an internal war with the pain as I tried to control my breathing.
“It’s not your fault.” I said and he shook his head.
“It is, it’s my fault I made Bert angry an-.” I cut him off.
“Shut up, you. Now, I need to get my butt to the hospital so we can sort my damn leg out.” I said, shocking myself at how calm I was being despite the current situation.
“Okay, the ambo is on it’s way.” Frankie said, sitting down on the cold concrete an dtaking my hand in his, the pain intensifying as the shock wore off.
“OH MY GOD BERT BROKE MY LEG!” I screamed, my breathing erratic and heavy as it dawned on me what had just happened.
“Mikey! Calm down, breathe.” Gerard said even though the oxygen was deciding to evade me. Not too long afterwards, I passed out cold.
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“Hmm, where the hell…?” I looked around and realised I was in my house, in my big white leather bed with Frankie beside me and my brother and the rest of my band sitting around me and at the foot of my bed.
“Um, hey?” I asked, trying to pull myself up the bed to sit up, though I couldn’t as my left leg felt heavy, almost as if it was set in concrete. The memory of what had happened came rushing back to me and I groaned, collapsing back onto the pillows.
“You’re awake.” Frank said quietly, resting on his side and giving me a soft kiss as I smiled.
“Bert broke my leg, damn my bones.” I muttered as we pulled apart, purposely making him giggle girlishly.
“I know baby, you have six weeks in that cast.” He informed me.
“Then we go straight back on tour? Please?” I begged. Touring was something I loved, it made me feel safe when I was on the bus with the guys, all of them so close. Of course, the stage fright, the crowds and everything else makes me incredibly insecure and anxious. But still, sitting in the bus with my band mates and bass is definitely where I belong.
“Are you sure? Brian said he can postpone the tour for a while if you want.” Gerard said, stroking his fingers up and down my un casted shin absent-mindedly.
“NO!” I said and looked down, realising that I was only wearing batman boxers, it was incredibly hot and my ribs and hipbones were sticking out horribly as I lay down.
“Ew.” I said, my face scrunching up as I looked around, anywhere but at myself.
“What do you mean by ‘ew’?” Frankie asked and I sighed.
“My bones all stick out, no wonder he broke my leg so easily.” I grumbled.
“He threw you down the porch stairs and stood on your leg in hobnail boots? I would be more shocked if he didn’t break your leg.” Bob reasoned and I shrugged.
“Who broke the heater?” I asked, wondering as to why we were all sitting on my bed, sweating like pigs on bomb charges even though we were all wearing just our boxers.
“I just turned it on! It’s so high tech! I don’t know how to use it! The heater hates me!” Frank exclaimed dramatically.
“You just press the button that says down temperature.” I informed him and he slumped, looking embarrassed.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh’ alright, dunce!” Gerard said, thwacking him round the back of the head as he went to turn the temperature down.
Oooh, Bert's a bitch, I had to put this in so we can get to the real sweet and slash Frikey goodness!!!
Please Rate and Review and I'll give you a free dwarf (not a small person, an actual dwarf, though you may have Frank Iero if you like but I'm sure you'd rather let Mikey keep him so you can find out the rest of this story)
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“I’ll go.” Frank offered and got up off the bed, wandering towards the stairs as his small feet made gentle padding sounds down the hall towards the door. I looked over to the clock on Gerard’s bedside table and frowned, seeing as it was only five in the morning. Who the hell would want to come for us at this time?
“Go home, we don’t want you here.” I heard Frank growl and I sat up, the only time I’ve ever heard him use that tone before was with Bert McCracken.
“Why should I, pretty boy? I’m here to see my Gerard.” Bert’s low huff of a voice carried down the stairs. I froze, shaking my older brother awake to get him off me. His eyes snapped open and became wide in fear as his ex-boyfriend’s voice carried once more into the dark room.
“Don’t make me kill you, Frankie. I think I’ve done enough to you and Gerard for you to realise that.” He threatened.
“No, Bert. I’m not going to let you touch him, or anyone else that I care about. You’ll kill me and piss on my grave before you do.” He retorted making Bert scoff. I heard the collision of skin to floor and I signalled for Gerard to stay quiet as I crept up the stairs.
“Bert.” I growled, causing his attention to snap to me and off of Frank’s face where he was sprawled on the floor, Bert poised above him with a knife to his throat.
“How is my little Dyke Mike?” He teased and I snarled, taking steps toward him as he got off Frank, who scrambled to his feet to stand flat against the wall. He could read in my face that I wanted to deal with this.
“I’m very well, McCracken. Feeling even better now I’m about to kick your sorry butt.” I warned and he threw his head back, cackling the laugh I hate so much. I couldn’t stand it, not being able to hurt him, impale him, to make him pay. As he was still laughing manically I took my chance and kicked him in the stomach, whilst slamming my fist into his forearm, making the knife fly out of his grip and to the floor, skidding to the kitchen.
“You’ll pay for that, Way.” He whispered, anger and hatred flashing and boiling in both our eyes as we stared each other down.
“Ha. Do you think I’m scared of a dirtbag like you?” I hissed, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I slammed him into the wall.
“I think you are… because, right now, I’m not even trying.” He said calmly and I growled unintentionally.
“You really are a dog aren’t you? Worse than your brother.” He snapped, pushing me back, steering me towards the door and out onto the porch, slamming my weak body up against the wood of the pillar. Bloodshot eyes greeted me, insane, crazy and looking for blood.
“I’d never be scared of a coward like you.” I whispered, but we both knew the only person I was trying to convince of this was myself.
“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes before driving the heel of his hand up to my nose harshly, causing blood to pour down it and into my mouth. Frank began to move forwards, my eyes widened in fear and I begged him silently to stay back, he didn’t deserve to be put in hospital again. I was hoping that that was where I wouldn’t end up myself.
“I’m going to make you cry and scream for your mother.” He snarled, driving his knee to my stomach, causing me to double over, giving him an advantage as he picked up my hunched body. He then threw me down the twenty, stone steps of my porch. Every step made contact with my body before I landed on the cruel concrete at the end. I could hear him approach and the world around me was spinning horribly as I tried desperately to focus.
“Not so brave now, are we. Boy.” He spat on me, a sharp pain running up my leg as my body regained feeling, the pain shocking my eyesight back into use as I looked down, seeing my left leg twisted at a horrid and unnatural angle. It looked broken.
“This is the last time I ever hope to see your scrawny face!” He yelled, stamping on my leg and laughing insanely as I cried out, before skipping right off down the street and into the dark. I stopped screaming, trying to breath and focus on the positives, desperate not to have a panic attack.
“Mikey!” I heard Frank yell as he dropped down beside me and I sat up, white hot pain running through my leg worse than anything I had ever felt before.
“Hey.” I said and he looked me over.
“I think you’ve broke your leg.” He said, his expression concerned.
“Correction, Bert broke it.” I said, venom tainting my voice.
“Well, yeah… I’ve got to phone an ambulance!” He realised and I face palmed.
“Seriously, did you like, forget that’s what you do when someone breaks a leg?” I said sarcastically.
“You know I love you really.” He smirked and pulled his phone out of his pocket as I saw Gerard’s pale face and scared green eyes peek out from behind the door.
“Oh Mikey!” He squeaked, legging it over to me.
“I am so, so, so sorry.” He said, taking my head and resting it in his lap as I was still waging an internal war with the pain as I tried to control my breathing.
“It’s not your fault.” I said and he shook his head.
“It is, it’s my fault I made Bert angry an-.” I cut him off.
“Shut up, you. Now, I need to get my butt to the hospital so we can sort my damn leg out.” I said, shocking myself at how calm I was being despite the current situation.
“Okay, the ambo is on it’s way.” Frankie said, sitting down on the cold concrete an dtaking my hand in his, the pain intensifying as the shock wore off.
“OH MY GOD BERT BROKE MY LEG!” I screamed, my breathing erratic and heavy as it dawned on me what had just happened.
“Mikey! Calm down, breathe.” Gerard said even though the oxygen was deciding to evade me. Not too long afterwards, I passed out cold.
~
“Hmm, where the hell…?” I looked around and realised I was in my house, in my big white leather bed with Frankie beside me and my brother and the rest of my band sitting around me and at the foot of my bed.
“Um, hey?” I asked, trying to pull myself up the bed to sit up, though I couldn’t as my left leg felt heavy, almost as if it was set in concrete. The memory of what had happened came rushing back to me and I groaned, collapsing back onto the pillows.
“You’re awake.” Frank said quietly, resting on his side and giving me a soft kiss as I smiled.
“Bert broke my leg, damn my bones.” I muttered as we pulled apart, purposely making him giggle girlishly.
“I know baby, you have six weeks in that cast.” He informed me.
“Then we go straight back on tour? Please?” I begged. Touring was something I loved, it made me feel safe when I was on the bus with the guys, all of them so close. Of course, the stage fright, the crowds and everything else makes me incredibly insecure and anxious. But still, sitting in the bus with my band mates and bass is definitely where I belong.
“Are you sure? Brian said he can postpone the tour for a while if you want.” Gerard said, stroking his fingers up and down my un casted shin absent-mindedly.
“NO!” I said and looked down, realising that I was only wearing batman boxers, it was incredibly hot and my ribs and hipbones were sticking out horribly as I lay down.
“Ew.” I said, my face scrunching up as I looked around, anywhere but at myself.
“What do you mean by ‘ew’?” Frankie asked and I sighed.
“My bones all stick out, no wonder he broke my leg so easily.” I grumbled.
“He threw you down the porch stairs and stood on your leg in hobnail boots? I would be more shocked if he didn’t break your leg.” Bob reasoned and I shrugged.
“Who broke the heater?” I asked, wondering as to why we were all sitting on my bed, sweating like pigs on bomb charges even though we were all wearing just our boxers.
“I just turned it on! It’s so high tech! I don’t know how to use it! The heater hates me!” Frank exclaimed dramatically.
“You just press the button that says down temperature.” I informed him and he slumped, looking embarrassed.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh’ alright, dunce!” Gerard said, thwacking him round the back of the head as he went to turn the temperature down.
Oooh, Bert's a bitch, I had to put this in so we can get to the real sweet and slash Frikey goodness!!!
Please Rate and Review and I'll give you a free dwarf (not a small person, an actual dwarf, though you may have Frank Iero if you like but I'm sure you'd rather let Mikey keep him so you can find out the rest of this story)
Jackie
xxx
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