Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You're My Princess


by HelenaButane 6 reviews

Frank's parents don't agree with his choice.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Published: 2011-07-20 - Updated: 2011-07-20 - 507 words - Complete

I was taken back by what Gerard had said before sputtering out an ‘I love you too, Gee’. He giggled and pressed his lips to mine again. He brought his arms around my body and crushed us together.

“Gerard are you awake yet?” His mother asked from the other side of the bedroom door.

Gerard broke away from me and pushed me towards the back door. “You need to leave, mom can’t see you.” He whispered desperately.

“Gerard?” She called again and knocked on the door.

“Yes mom I’ll be right there.” Gerard kissed me quickly before shoving me out the door and slamming it on my face.

I bolted down the driveway and to my apartment. Making it there in five minutes flat. I quietly opened and shut the door to the apartment, trying not to wake anyone.

“Frank where have you been?” I looked up to see my father staring at me with his arms crossed.

“I uhm.. I...” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

He started walking towards me and slammed my body against the wall. “Fucking your little whore?”

I gulped. “He needed help.”

“Help jerking off?” Dad pressed me harder against the wall.

Tears blurred my vision as my blood boiled. “It’s not my fucking fault if I’m gay!” I screamed into the asshole’s face and kneed him in the crotch. Holding my hand up and slapping him across the face.

“You do NOT disrespect me, you faggot! I am embarrassed to call you my son!” He shouted at me and pointed to the door. “No queer is allowed in my home! Get out and never come back!”

Tears started to roll down my face. “Dad...”

“Out NOW! Grab your things and leave!”

I stared into the red face of the man I used to call my father, who was now a stranger, a homophobic who wouldn’t ever accept me. “Fine.” I clenched my fists and turned.

I met the fallen face of the woman I used to call my mother. I gave her a pleading look. Tears were in her eyes but they were dark, filled with no love for me. She sighed and shook her head. I glared at that bitch as I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I grabbed the big suitcase of mine and packed three pairs of jeans and five concert t-shirts. That’s all I needed. I made sure to grab my radio, not forgetting my eyeliner and shampoo. Also stealing some cash from the family safe, very quietly.

As I walked back towards the front door, the strangers looked at me expectantly. The man opened the door for me. I nodded and walked out, the door slammed behind me.

I am soooo sooo sorry about the delay of this update! I have had such a writers block it is torture. I decided to kick Frankie out early and in the process got a great idea for the chapters to come. I hope you enjoyed :)
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