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Gerard POV

My throat burned and my stomach clenched uncomfortably after I threw up. I felt slightly better, but I was forgetting the pain as I realised Frankie was standing next to me, staring at me.

He was gorgeous to say the least. Thin, pale soft lips decorated with a silver ring, black bangs with a one side shaven red, green piercing eyes and pale flawless skin, painted with intricate tattoos. He was perfect, utterly beautiful, as if someone carved him out of wax.

I was trying to hold the tears back, but one managed to escape. It was stopped in its tracks by Frankie wiping it with his sleeve, holding my head up so I couldn't escape his stare. That's when I heard someone shouting my name. I didn't really take it in until a fist collided into my ribs, and I fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.

'What the fuck Gerard?! You cheating on me now? Gerard I’m fucking talking to you!'

I lifted my head and struggled to open my eyes. I didn’t have to see, I knew damn well who it was. It was my boyfriend, Levi. He stood over me, holding a bag of pills in his hand. He knelt down next to me, and leant in.

'I give you everything' he spat 'sex, drugs, alcohol, a roof over your head when you need it, but you never fucking appreciate it, do you?'

I panicked and looked at Frankie, who was frozen to the spot in fear. Levi looked in the direction I was looking. Standing up, he grabbed Frankie's throat viciously before he pushed him heavily into the wall kicking him in the crotch and then punching him hard in the face.

'Touch my boyfriend again and you won't fucking live to see another day'.

Frank whimpered and nodded, hugging his small frame.

'Frankie!' I squeaked. That's was a bad choice.

'Oh it has a fucking name does it. Well Gee you will not see Frankie ever again, do you hear me?'

He grasped a handful of my ebony hair and pulled me across the park into the nearest field. I felt like I was going to throw up again.

I was going to fucking get it.

Frank POV

What the actual fuck? Gee has a boyfriend? That means he’s gay…

A part of me wanted to run after Gerard, hold him, push his hair out of his eyes and tell him it was going to be ok, but the other part told me it's better not to got after him, I'll get fucked over and so will Gerard.

Fuck, I need to help him somehow, I need him.

I felt something vibrate in my pocket, sitting against the wall I answered my phone, wiping the blood which decided to gush out of my nose.

‘Frank? It’s me, Mikey, where are you? Have you got lost?’

‘I was with Gerard…Mikey I think he’s in trouble, his boyf-‘

‘Don’t worry about him Frank, they always fight, it’s better to leave them to it. Now come back school, I want you too meet Ray!’

Mikey put the phone down on me and bemused I slung my bag over my shoulder keeping my head down.

As promised, I saw Mikey leaning on the gate, talking to some dude with massively curly hair.

‘Hey man! Wow dude what happened? Did Levi hit you?!’ Mikey exclaimed, Rays face sympathetic.

‘It’s fine honestly, nothing I can’t handle.’ I said, trying to act like it doesn’t hurt.

It fucking does.

A lot.

At least the black eye from my Dad looks like that prick Levi did it, no awkward questions.

Mikey introduced me to his friend Ray. He had these deep brown eyes and crazy curly brown hair, he was lovely. He played guitar like me and Mikey plays bass, so we decided we should chill together one time and jam, he liked zombie films like me and he listened to good music, although most of them were shitty metal bands.

‘Ray’s coming round tonight for pizza and movies if you’re interested, my Mums out, you can smoke in the house so bring an ash tray if you have one and stuff if you want.’ Mikey said, patting me on the back as the bell went.

‘Yeah sounds like fun, meet me here?’ I asked, feeling happier.

I nodded at Ray and chuckled as I walked to class. The rest of the day was a drag, I had to find all my lessons by myself, I found out Gerard’s in my English and Art class, but he wasn’t in, I hope he’s okay.

I can’t believe how calm Mikey seemed to be about it, I suppose it’s normal for him though. Levi didn’t even deserve a breath if it was up to me. He had this perfectly styled white blonde hair, skilfully ruffled and hair sprayed in. He had squinty blue eyes, and chapped lips, matching his pointy features. He was a tad bit taller than Gerard and wore a baggy black top and tight fitting green jeans, with dirty Vans on.

Levi was nothing compared to the beauty of Gerard.

The bell signalling the end of the day rang loudly, and I sleepily wondered over to the gates to meet Mikey and Ray. Still no sign of Gerard.

‘Hey Frank!’ Ray beamed, ‘Looking forward to tonight?’ He asked brightly

‘Yeah…sure.’ I replied, not fully paying attention, which made Mikey frown.

‘Frank, Gerard’s going to be ok, just enjoy yourself yeah? He will be back later, I promise’.

I nodded hastily and smirked at Mikey. He was so cute.


‘YO MIKEY GET DAWN OF THE DEAD OUT OF YOUR ROOM’ Ray yelled excitedly at Mikey, who was currently digging in his room for DVD’s. The oven pinged and the aroma of pizza seeped into the living room.

‘Yum I’ll get the pizza!’ I said, jumping of the sofa and into the kitchen.

‘Careful you don’t burn yourself Frankie.’ Mikey stated, genuinely worried about my safety.

‘Fuck you man, why does everyone think I’m unsafe? Safes my middle fucking na- SHIT’.

I clutched my burning fingers with my hand, letting the pizzas fall to the floor with a ‘twang’ and leaving a hysterical Mikey and Ray to watch me race to the sink and run my wounds under cold water.

‘I…can’t…even…breath, Frankie you clumsy dwarf!’ Mikey exclaimed, then bursting into a fit of giggles again.

‘Get the fuck out of the kitchen.’ I snapped, shooting him a warning look, whilst letting the water sooth the burns.
’And I’m not actually classed as a dwarf thank you, I maybe be small but I can kick your ass Mikey Way!’

‘Ooooh don’t get touchy.’ Ray muttered, his curly hair bouncing every time he laughed.
‘As if Frank, you’re not even capable of taking pizza out of an oven!’ Mikey said, winking.

I leaped across the kitchen and pounced on Mikey, sending him crashing to the floor. He tried to swat me off but I managed to pin him down, then I playfully bit his hand.
‘
Ouch Frankie that hurt! You’re a vegetarian you can’t do that!’ He said, struggling under my surprisingly heavy weight.

‘Take what you said back!’ I sneered. Mikey widened his eyes and pulled a face, so I rolled off him, feeling unusually turned on.

What am I thinking? I don’t even like Mikey like that! I mean he’s cute but he’s not my type!

Looking worried Mikey crawled over to me and sat crossed legged in front of me, tilting his head. A piece of his hair was sticking awkwardly up so I smoothed it down for him, then brushed his cheek slightly and smiled.

‘H-hows your h-hand?’ Mikey stuttered, blushing.

‘Still hurts a bit, I’ll put more water on it.’ I replied hastiliy.

Frowning, I jumped up and walked to the sink again, too sooth the pain which had flared up again. I heard the TV turn on from the living room and the familiar sound of the intro music to Dawn of the Dead played. My fingers were still fucking stinging so I decided to leave them under the tap for bit longer.

I heard a soft click and the back door started to slowly open. Shit, is it burglars, what if it’s zombies… shit I need a knife….No that would only stun them, I need a chainsaw…Fuck I don’t know where the chain saw is!

‘MIKEY RAY THE FUCKING ZOMBIES ARE HERE HELP!’ I whimpered and bolted it to the lounge, awaiting my fate of dying from being sagely eaten alive, adrenaline pumping.

Gerard POV

Levi didn’t really do anything. He just told me to meet him at Marks house in half an hour, I know what he wants…

Cursing under my breath, I walked away, rubbing my head from the fierce headache I was experiencing. I can’t believe I tried it on with Frankie…I always do stupid shit when I’m drunk, he must think I’m an outcast…He was so fucking adorable as well…

Fuck. My mind was a blur, thoughts and emotions whirling around like an uncontrollable virus. I was too drugged up to cry, and I was feeling it wear off. I want more. I need more.

And I knew exactly where to get the fuckers from.

The house looked terrifying, unloved, neglected. Off coloured vines twisted round the gutter and climbed the wall, craving the sunlight resting on top of the roof. The front window was boarded up, with graffiti sprayed on it in red.

Making sure I didn't step on any shards of broken beer bottles, I shakily knocked on the door three times. A women with heavy makeup and dark long curly hair in lingerie opened it, smiling seductively at me.

I hated women who are seen as objects and treated as if they were just a toy, too abandon and play with when you want.

'Becky who the fuck is it?' Boomed a ruff slurred voice.

'I don't know honey, it's definitely not my client though' she called back.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway and then stood a man with long black hair and empty eyes, accompanied by Levi. He took one look and me and licked his lips and stroked my cheek delicately.

'Hey Levi' I almost whispered, 'I need you too sort me out'.

'No problem babes'. He replied with a menacing smile.

‘For fucks sake Levi.’ Mark moaned, ‘Get your fucking toy boy in the fucking house before the neighbours see.’

I followed them both in hurriedly, ignoring the faint cries and groans from perverted men being fucked in the upper bedrooms.

That's the thing about Levi and me which I just don't understand.
We're so different. He gets money from selling sex from different women to lonely men and I draw and write songs with meaning.

But he gives me drugs and alcohol.
For free, well almost free…

Mark chucked a bag of pills my way, and I opened them hungrily and swallowed a few. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, laughing at the white specks appearing in the total black. I then felt a hand on my arm as it was gently being lifted up, and a tight strap wrapping around my bicep.

I ignored it though, I was enjoying the buzz too much.

Suddenly, I sharp piercing feeling ran up through my arm, and it felt like I was being injected with something. My eyes jerked opened and I saw a needle sticking out of my veins. Levi looked at me innocently, and clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream, and held me upright before I passed out

'WHAT THE FUCK LEVI IT'S A FUCKING NEEDLE WHAT DID YOU DO OH MY FUCKING GOD' I gasped.

I was panicking. I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest, it felt like I was dying. My mouth became dry and I grabbed the nearest vodka bottle and gulped it down.

The room started spinning vigorously and I started shaking vigorously, I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and my body felt completely numb. And then, blackout.

‘Levi you prick, leave the god damn kid alone, you’re going to kill him one of these days.’

‘He needs to learn. Who gives a fuck anyway…’

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the dim lights. I felt weird, unusual, but good, very good…

‘Wakey wakey rise and fucking shine’ Levi sneered, grabbing me from behind my back and pulling me up, giving me a slight head rush.

‘How do you feel baby?’ He softly said in my ear.

‘Like…I can fucking…do anything.’ I replied calmly, before my legs gave way and a landed in Levi’s arms, half conscious.

‘Right that’s it Levi, take him home, he’s going to be like this for hours.’ I heard Mark mutter angrily.

I could only see out the tiny slit out of my eyes, as I was only half conscious.

Everything looked so bright, so pure, everything sounded new and exhilarating, everything felt fucking amazing and I didn’t feel sad or I didn’t feel like I wanted to fucking cut my throat open.

I was at peace.

The next thing I know I’m being dragged down the pavement towards my house, and Levi fumbling with the lock to the back door trying to get me in. I heard a little whimper from the kitchen then I swear I heard Frank screaming.
Fuck I think I’m tripping….

Frank POV

‘Mikey?’ I whispered, ‘What do we do?’

‘Frank it’s not the zombie apocalypse, it’s probably Gerard coming back from Levi’s, be right back I’m just going to check on him...’He said trailing off.

‘What the f-…shit FRANK RAY I need help!’

Ray and I exchanged a quick confused glance before running off to the kitchen, finding a very panic stricken Mikey kneeling down on the kitchen floor.

All I saw was Gerard laying there, his flawless face smeared with eyeliner and his hair sprawled across his face. My heart sank. He was just lying there, limp and lifeless. I knelt down next to him, checking for a pulse. His heat was beating so fast, and then something caught my eye. His pale arm was covered in track marks. A tear fell down my cheek and I pressed my head gently on his chest, listening the rise and fall of his chest.

‘What’s…what’s wrong with him?’ I breathed, holding the tears back.

‘Levi’s done something…Shit…Erm…’ Mikey was in dismay, and I frenzied into action because I couldn’t stand to see him lying on the cold tiled floor any longer.

‘Right I’ll carry him to his bedroom okay? I’ll stay with him for a bit too make sure he’s fine, you two get some water and some aspirin for when he wakes up.’ I said confidently, although I was clearly unnerved by the whole situation.

Mikey and Ray nodded in response.

I resulted in threading my arms around his skinny waist and propping him up, before picking his limp body up gently and throwing his arm around my shoulder. Struggling, I dragged him out of the kitchen and then realized I had no idea where his bedroom was.

‘Mikes, which one is Gerard’s bedroom?’ I asked hurriedly.

‘It’s in the basement Frank!’ Mikey replied. I raised my eyebrows slightly but there was no time for questions as my back was getting sore from the extra weight, even though he was very skinny, I was very small.

'Fuck it' I muttered. I carried him bridal style down the stairs, whilst he was regaining consciousness.

Limply, he snaked his arms around my slender neck and buried his face in the crook of it, groaning.

Oh fuck I was getting turned on. Concentrate Frank!

Kicking his door open dramatically I placed him on his unmade bed. I rested his head on the pillow. He seemed to start to have some colour in his cheeks, well what was there in the first place.

Twitching, he tried to move his position on the uncomfortable bed, but with no success. He smiled slightly, but he was going to be out of it for quite some time.

How could his boyfriend do this too him? And the question still lingered, why hasn't Gee left that motherfucker? I grabbed some nearby face wipes and rubbed the dirt from his face, he looked so cute, with his soft skin and little button nose, but lost and hopeless at the same time.

His clothes were filthy and I was considering changing him, but I thought it would be a tad creepy so I just lit a candle and a fag and watched him sleep it off, thinking of ways in which a guy like me could help someone as beautiful as him.

‘Hey, Frankie?’ I heard Mikey whisper.

‘Mhmm?’

‘I have aspirin and stuff, are you going to come back upstairs?’ Mikey began to walk towards me, nervously looking at Gerard.

His room was worse than mine, everything was everywhere, there was no light, just candles dotted around. His desk was awful, colouring pencils, paints, brushes and paper were flung everywhere, and his walls were covered in posters and his own illustrations. I nodded politely at Mikey, then concentrated on one particular drawing.

It was just a pencil sketch, of a little boy crying alone in the corner of a room, which was filled with dark shadows are elongated figures, and weird messages on the wall. It was fucked up, but very beautiful at the same time. This man was extraordinary...

‘Frank I need to talk to you, I know we haven’t known each other that long but Ray is more someone who I talk too when I need cheering up, and Gerard doesn’t hang around with anyone, not even me anymore, and I’ve seen the way you look at him and…’

‘And what Mikey? I’m not gay. I just...care.’ I said unconvincingly.

‘Whatever. Anyway, keep an eye out for Gerard okay? He’s not listening to me or my Mom and he just needs a friend, someone he can talk too, you seem like a kind guy’. Mikey looked so adorable, so defenceless.

His eyes looked into mine and I could see he was terrified of what was happening to Gerard, and even though I didn’t know the guy my heart ached every time I looked at Gee’s beautifully tragic face. My hand reached for Mikey’s and I squeezed it, giving him a crooked smile. Licking his lips he put down the medicine on the desk next to Gerard’s bed and began to walk out.

‘You coming?’ He asked, looking over his shoulder.

‘I will in 5.’ I said soothingly, watching him shuffle out.

He was actually very good looking.

Biting my lip ring I knelt down next to Gerard, and I wrapped a strand of his hair around my finger, wishing I didn’t feel like my stomach was turning in awe every time I looked at him. Leaning down I placed one last kiss on his forehead and turned towards the door, I hope he’ll be okay…