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Frank had told the police he wanted all charges dropped against Gerard, despite the police trying to convince him otherwise. It took a lot of convincing (and a large bribery off Frank parents, who felt bad about not being there) until the police dropped all charges against Gerard.

It was another two week before they allowed Frank back in school, and of course, with it being high school, everyone knew what had happened. The only thing they didn't know was who did. None of the friends had dared say. People were constantly asking about it, but none of them would let Gerards name slip past their lips.

It was lunch and Frank were walking Gerard to there usual spot. Gerard was thinking about the kiss and whether he should bring it up. Before he even had a chance to make a decision Frank pulled him round a corner, against a wall and pressed his body on to Gerards. The place they were was empty apart from three figures in the far distance, they were to far to see anything.

Frank stayed pressed up against Gerard
For a few seconds, just looking at him, taking in his beauty. His eyes lingered on Gerards lips for a few seconds. He was having an internal battle about whether or not to kiss him.

Gerard didn't want to break the silence. He'd matured a lot in the last two weeks. The voices visits had become less frequent, but still there, and when he did come, he was worse then ever before.

Frank just couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed his lips on Gerards, who reacted instantly. As if a natural reaction, Gerard wrapped his arms round Franks waist as his lips massaged his. Frank flicked his tongue along Gerards bottom lip and slid his tongue in to Gerards mouth.

They were now in a battle for dominance. Franks arms wrapped themselves around Gerards neck, pulling himself closer to him. Frank felt Gerards tongue flicked the roof of his mouth. Frank let out a moan into Gerards mouth. He felt Gerard start to giggle, the vibrations on his stomach made Franks member twitch.

No. He couldn't get a boner. Not here. Not now. He pulled away, Gerard looked really disappointed. Frank sighed, feeling guilty.

"I was about to have a problem." he looked down to his crotch. Gerard followed where he was looking and when he realized, his eyes widened and he giggled again. After he calmed down and Frank stopped blushing, Gerard asked:

"Um...can we go on a date? Like they do in movies and TV programs?" Gerard asked, naively. Frank smiled softly at him.

"Yeah. We definitely can." Frank smiled widely. He really was the sweetest thing ever.

*

Gerard was still on a high from Frank taking him on a 'date' as Gerard called it. He was do happy, he'd decided to no one needed to walk him to his final lesson. But, oh fuck, how he wished he hadn't.

He was just walking to his lesson... hadn't asked for trouble... But somehow, trouble found him. He didn't find it unusual the three boys from the second day approached him. But as he went to walk past them, they grabbed him by the scruff if his shirt and shoved him against a locker.

“What the-” before Gerard could even finish his sentence, he felt a fist slam into his face. A searing pain went through his nose. Gerard gasped and brought his hands up to his nose, cupping it. He could already feel the blood on his hands. Before he had time to get use to the pain in his nose, he was knocked from his feet, smacking his head violently when he hit the floor. He looked up to see the boy called Jake, stood over him.

“We told you. We don’t want faggots in this school.” Then, with out another word, they started to kick him. It was just continuous, never stopping, never easing, never slowing. Just kick, kick, kick. When they eventually decided they’d hurt Gerard enough, they all spat on him and Jake muttered:

“Fucking disgusting faggot” They all started to walk away, Gerard just asked one question, that made them all smirk.

“Why?”

“Why? Fuckin’ why? Because what you are is unnatural. You’re disgusting. You make me sick. Next time you want to stick your throat down Iero’s throat, don’t make me
watch. I’m surprised your parents haven’t killed you yet.” He spat. With that they walked away.

Gerard stared after them, still on the floor. He crawled over to a corner and wrapped his arms around his knee’s and started rocking and crying. One question circled in his head “Why?”

Because you’re a faggot. That why. Did you not know it was wrong? Did you not know it was sick and immoral? The voice was back and booming in his ear, taunting him and laughing at him.

It was different then it had been the past few weeks. It was loud and booming in Gerards ears and try as he might, he just couldn’t make the voice leave. Something told him he wasn’t strong enough now. Something else told him the voice would never leave him alone. Another thing told him, he’d never be able to push to voice away again.

Gerard was going down hill from here. Being beaten up once, had completely and utterly destroyed Gerard. He was now, completely broken.

*

Mikey walked out of class with worry building in his gut. He’d left ten minutes early because five minutes previous Emma sent him a text saying Gerard hadn’t turned up for class.

Mikey could just feel it. He knew something was wrong. He text Frank and told him he needed his help, that Gerard hadn‘t gone to class. He said he’d be outside his class room in two minutes. When he got there Frank was standing, looking panicked. Without even saying anything, they both went separate ways and went looking for Gerard.

It wasn’t long before they found him. But what they saw scared them to fuck. Gerard was curled up in a corner, beaten and broken, rocking back and forth, crying and muttering:

“Leave me alone. Go…just-just go! Please….leave me…please go away!” He was twitching violently.

“Oh God…” Mikey mumbled.

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