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Gerard was halfway through his third period of the day before he felt it. It hit him like a wave, consuming him whole and disorientating him. He swayed in his seat as his vision blurred and his hearing became hollow, the chatter of the classroom sounding like a distant memory. He stuck his hand up and waved it franticly, trying his hardest to make the teacher notice him, all while trying to get his vision to clear.
"yes Gerard," Mrs Burdon asked, tilting her head slightly to the side in a way which any straight man would have endearing, but made Gerard think of her as childish.
"I'm not feeling too great; can I go to the nurse please?"
"Of course sweetheart, come to think of it you do look a little pale…" a scoff followed by snickers was drowned out by the blood thrumming in Gerard's ears as he rose to his feet. His stomach churned frighteningly as he bent down slightly to pick up his bag and jacket from the back of his chair.
Black spots clouded his vision as he stumbled down the hallway towards the medical wing, making him hold onto the wall to feel the way he was going.
He collapsed onto the lumpy sofa in the nurse's office, only being able to hear her gasp before letting his body take over and passing out.
*
He shot upright and pulled the conveniently placed bucket onto his lap and dry heaved, what felt like his lung up, and spitting mucus out.
"Where is he?! I wanna see my baby!" Gerard smiled; his mother's strong jersey accent was unmistakable. Once you heard it you either wanted to get the fuck out of her way or hide behind her, once she had her sights set on something, she was damned well gonna get it.
Soon enough, she stumbled into the room, Mikey and the frantic nurse in tow. "My boy!" she cried, engulfing him in bone crushing hug. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of hairspray, tobacco and the faint traces of her perfume before sighing in relief; it smelt like home.
He wasn't paying attention to the nurse asking mother to fill out the forms, nor of the concerned glances they were shooting him as he stared straight ahead. Mikey ushered him out of the room and through the parking lot, a bony hand clamped firmly on his shoulder to stop him from overbalancing. He slipped into the back seat of his moms beat up 1967 Chevy and curled up around his bag, rubbing his temples.
The ride home was hazy and he didn't remember when he was stripped and wrapped up in bed with a thermometer tucked under his tongue. He just wanted to sleep but fuck that pulsing pain behind his eyes wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
*
"Gerard…" the rough voice drawled. He moaned in protest, turning and burying his face in the pillow, instantly regretting it when the blinding pain returned.
"Gerard wake up, look at me," the intruder was shaking his shoulder, adamant on bringing the boy into consciousness.
"Bert?" Gerard grumbled, peeking his eyes open, "wha'you doing here?"
"I came to make sure my baby's all right. I heard you were sick at school today…"
"Please leave… I just wanna sleep..." Gerard tried, tugging his covers up over his naked body. Bert noticed this and smirked, groping Gerard's soft cock over the thin blankets.
"Oh baby, let me make you feel good,"
Gerard knew in his heart it was worthless to protest, he would get what he wanted anyway, so he nodded and tried to look aroused.
*
Gerard faked being healthy for the next few days and every day Bert came round to make him throw up the little food and liquid he consumed before weighing him and demanding sex.
Today was no different.
Except neither men saw the shadow at the window when Bert was forcing his fingers down Gerard's throat.
So Frank knew this was stalkerish, but he knew something was going on and he had to find out what it was. So when he saw Bert's car pass his house in the direction of Gerard's place, he hopped on his bike and followed.
What he didn't expect to see, from his position in front of Gerard's small basement window, was his best friend bent pathetically over the toilet bowl with his boyfriend pushing his gag reflex to the maximum. It was like watching a car crash, he knew he should stop watching and help, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt his heart break a little more as he watched Gerard swipe the tears on his cheeks away and stand up on shaky feet, walking over to the set of scales barely visible through the half open bathroom door.
Frank couldn't hear what the couple was saying, thankfully, but he could probably guess. He willed himself not to think about it too much or he would get lost in his thoughts about all the manipulative words Bert could be feeding him.
When Bert pointed into the bedroom, Frank hid around the wall, but kept one eye on the scene.
He saw Gerard's shoulders slump as he walked into the bedroom peeling off his clothes. He winced when he saw how skinny Gerard really was, he could probably see every rib.
He heard the soft tinkle of metal and turned to the other male in the room, noticing he was un clipping his belt. Frank didn't need to see this.
*
On the ride home he scolded himself for leaving without helping but really, what could he have done? Gone in there and busted them? His best Friend wouldn't change, he'd just shut Frank out of his life forever and that wasn't what the teen wanted to happen at all.
So now Frank had his proof, but he couldn't help but not want to have it. He would have rather lived in the shadows than know what was going on and having no idea what to do.
"yes Gerard," Mrs Burdon asked, tilting her head slightly to the side in a way which any straight man would have endearing, but made Gerard think of her as childish.
"I'm not feeling too great; can I go to the nurse please?"
"Of course sweetheart, come to think of it you do look a little pale…" a scoff followed by snickers was drowned out by the blood thrumming in Gerard's ears as he rose to his feet. His stomach churned frighteningly as he bent down slightly to pick up his bag and jacket from the back of his chair.
Black spots clouded his vision as he stumbled down the hallway towards the medical wing, making him hold onto the wall to feel the way he was going.
He collapsed onto the lumpy sofa in the nurse's office, only being able to hear her gasp before letting his body take over and passing out.
*
He shot upright and pulled the conveniently placed bucket onto his lap and dry heaved, what felt like his lung up, and spitting mucus out.
"Where is he?! I wanna see my baby!" Gerard smiled; his mother's strong jersey accent was unmistakable. Once you heard it you either wanted to get the fuck out of her way or hide behind her, once she had her sights set on something, she was damned well gonna get it.
Soon enough, she stumbled into the room, Mikey and the frantic nurse in tow. "My boy!" she cried, engulfing him in bone crushing hug. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of hairspray, tobacco and the faint traces of her perfume before sighing in relief; it smelt like home.
He wasn't paying attention to the nurse asking mother to fill out the forms, nor of the concerned glances they were shooting him as he stared straight ahead. Mikey ushered him out of the room and through the parking lot, a bony hand clamped firmly on his shoulder to stop him from overbalancing. He slipped into the back seat of his moms beat up 1967 Chevy and curled up around his bag, rubbing his temples.
The ride home was hazy and he didn't remember when he was stripped and wrapped up in bed with a thermometer tucked under his tongue. He just wanted to sleep but fuck that pulsing pain behind his eyes wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
*
"Gerard…" the rough voice drawled. He moaned in protest, turning and burying his face in the pillow, instantly regretting it when the blinding pain returned.
"Gerard wake up, look at me," the intruder was shaking his shoulder, adamant on bringing the boy into consciousness.
"Bert?" Gerard grumbled, peeking his eyes open, "wha'you doing here?"
"I came to make sure my baby's all right. I heard you were sick at school today…"
"Please leave… I just wanna sleep..." Gerard tried, tugging his covers up over his naked body. Bert noticed this and smirked, groping Gerard's soft cock over the thin blankets.
"Oh baby, let me make you feel good,"
Gerard knew in his heart it was worthless to protest, he would get what he wanted anyway, so he nodded and tried to look aroused.
*
Gerard faked being healthy for the next few days and every day Bert came round to make him throw up the little food and liquid he consumed before weighing him and demanding sex.
Today was no different.
Except neither men saw the shadow at the window when Bert was forcing his fingers down Gerard's throat.
So Frank knew this was stalkerish, but he knew something was going on and he had to find out what it was. So when he saw Bert's car pass his house in the direction of Gerard's place, he hopped on his bike and followed.
What he didn't expect to see, from his position in front of Gerard's small basement window, was his best friend bent pathetically over the toilet bowl with his boyfriend pushing his gag reflex to the maximum. It was like watching a car crash, he knew he should stop watching and help, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt his heart break a little more as he watched Gerard swipe the tears on his cheeks away and stand up on shaky feet, walking over to the set of scales barely visible through the half open bathroom door.
Frank couldn't hear what the couple was saying, thankfully, but he could probably guess. He willed himself not to think about it too much or he would get lost in his thoughts about all the manipulative words Bert could be feeding him.
When Bert pointed into the bedroom, Frank hid around the wall, but kept one eye on the scene.
He saw Gerard's shoulders slump as he walked into the bedroom peeling off his clothes. He winced when he saw how skinny Gerard really was, he could probably see every rib.
He heard the soft tinkle of metal and turned to the other male in the room, noticing he was un clipping his belt. Frank didn't need to see this.
*
On the ride home he scolded himself for leaving without helping but really, what could he have done? Gone in there and busted them? His best Friend wouldn't change, he'd just shut Frank out of his life forever and that wasn't what the teen wanted to happen at all.
So now Frank had his proof, but he couldn't help but not want to have it. He would have rather lived in the shadows than know what was going on and having no idea what to do.
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