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Chapter Five
Gerard quickly opened his eyes and heard the guard calling him to get up. Gerard slowly got up and saw Bert already stood at the cell door with the guard that was doing morning check.
"What happened to you?" the guard asked almost casually. Gerard was about to reply but Bert cut in.
"He did it him-self last night" Bert told the guard. The guard just shrugged and walked to check the next cell. It was obvious that Bert was lying but the guard didn't give one.
"Hey Gee, nice sleep?" Bert asked acting as though he really cared. Gerard just shrugged and kept his eyes on the floor. "Fine then don't talk, but I'd go wash your face you look a mess... I wouldn't want you ruining that face your now." Bert teased Gerard. Then through the speakers came a voice saying 'hour roaming before breakfast''
"Hey Gee, want to come down to for a shower, I can wash you..." Bert said edging closer to Gerard stoking his tight but. Gerard immediately tensed up and shook his head forensically. Bert frowned "Fine suit yourself" he grabbed his towel and walked out mumbling something that sounded like 'spoil sport.'
Gerard looked around the bare cell, not knowing what to do with himself. He was defiantly not going to have a shower. Naked in front of all those men... that would just be asking for it. So he settled for using the sink. He walked over and looked in the crappy plastic mirror that reflected a very blurry version of him. Even though he couldn't see very well he could see the red gash and the dried blood down the side of his face. Gerard sighed and sat down on the bunk. He didn't have the energy for this, it was all way to much he put his head in his hands and cried, flinching as he felt his swollen eye but then carried on crying.
Then he felt someone's hand on his back, he hadn't heard anyone coming into the cell, so he jumped and looked up at who was there. His eyes were all blurry but from the outline he swore it was Mikey.
"Mikey...?" Gerard whispered.
"Mikey?" he replied confused. "Umm... its Frank, I spoke to you yesterday." Gerard blinked a few times then as his eyes focused he realized that yes, it was Frank. He felt stupid for even thinking otherwise.
"Oh..." Gerard whispered, and looked at the floor not knowing what else to say. Then he remembered he owed him a thank you for the brownie. "Thanks for the brownie." He added weakly.
"It was nothing" Frank said casually, then his voice turned a little more serious and he said "what happened?" Gerard looked up at Frank confused 'What happened with what' Gerard thought. Then he noticed Frank was looking at his head, Gerard just shrugged lamely.
"It was Bert, right?" Frank said shaking his head. He walked over to the sink and wet some toilet paper and came back. He gently dabbed the gash on Gerards head. Gerard flinched as it was still sore but allowed Frank to carry on. They didn't speak but the silence wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Then Frank put the now bloody paper down the toilet and said "there we go. It loots a lot better now, can't do anything about your eye though." With that Frank walked out the cell.
Gerard stayed seated for a moment not sure how to react to him. Why was Frank doing things for him? Gerard played with theses thought but was interrupted by a guard banging on a bar telling his to get out into the main bit.
Gerard went down and sat it the same place he had yesterday. He laughed a little at the sight of him in 15 years sat in the same place all alone. It wasn't exactly funny but in this situation humor is the last resort.
Gerard stayed sat there not looking around for many different reasons the main one being that fact that last he did something.... Dirty. The things Bert had made him do... and the worse thought Gerard had in his mind was 'it still could have been worse' Gerard couldn't stand to think about that happening though.
He really did want to go have a shower and try to wash last night away but well, he would rather put up with the nasty smell and the dirty felling he had. Maybe if he was lucky it would keep people away.
10 minutes later everyone made their way for breakfast and again Gerard could barely eat the food, he picked at it and swallowed a few mouthfuls but gagged a little. He wasn't sure weather it was the food or last nights events that caused this though.
After Breakfast Gerard found out that they were allowed to go into the yard for a couple of hours. He was glad but also sketchy about the idea, he didn't know if was a safe place to be. Though he highly doubted that there was anywhere safe in this prison.
When Gerard went outside he looked around the yard. At one end there was some weights and a basket ball hoop, everywhere else was just grassy area with benches scattered around randomly. Gerard went and sat down on the grass at the far end wanting to be as close to freedom as possible. Looking at the outside was painful, to actually see it but couldn't taste it. He was sat their clutching to the fence looking out with longing eyes for almost 2 hours before...
"Hey Gee, how are you?" Bob asked Gerard with Bert at one side of him grinning stupidly and two other men slightly behind him, also frank was there keeping most distance looking at the floor. Gerard decided to not say anything. "Come on Gee talk to me; use that mouth of yours... Bert told me it works just fine." he said smugly. Gerard's closed his eyes and felt his face growing red from shame.
"Why you embarrassed Gee? You were getting off on it last night" Bert laughed. "Kinky fuck" He added giggling. Gerards face somehow managed to go an even deeper shade of red, partly out of anger... he defiantly didn't get off to it.
"I-I wasn't" Gerard whispered trying to sound tough but came out sounding more desperate.
"Why? Think your two good for me!" Bert spat. Gerard jumped slightly at Bert's sudden outburst. Bert edged closer and pressed on "eh answer me?" he said now right in close of Gerards face. Gerard panicked slightly and started trebling.
"N...No" Gerard struggled out. Bert just grabbed on to Gerards balls and squeezed.
"I should hope not" Bert whispered in Gerard's ear. Then Bert let go off Gerard, stepping back next to Bob who was laughing at Gerard along with the other two men and Bert. The only one who wasn't laughing was Frank.
Gerard couldn't help but get upset. He felt like such a baby, he kind of was though 16... its young compared to the people in here.
He felt like he was in the playground surround by the school bullies. Gerard would probably be able take it if that was the case but no... this was a lot, lot, worse. It was prison not a school yard.
Gerards bit his lip and felt his chin quiver as his eyes filled with tears. He looked down at floor feeling so ashamed. He really didn't want to cry but it was so hard, he was fighting the tears that were threatening him. Making him feel even worse, they all laughed even herder when they saw he was about to cry.
Then Frank who had been watching from a distance felling Gerards pain had cracked and had decided he had to do something. He stood in front of Gerard and faced Bob.
"Bob... please, just give him a break." Frank pleaded. Bob stopped laughing and looked at Frank and then Gerard who was still shaking forcing himself not to cry.
"God Frank stop been so soft!" Bert said obviously getting annoyed. Bob shoot Bert a dirty look as if telling Bert to 'shut the hell up' and the looked back at Frank sighing.
"Okay Frankie" he said softly "Come on let's go..." with that Bob walked off with Bert following and then went the others that weren't far behind. Frankie looked at Gerard one last time and walked off.
When they had all gone and Gerards Heart rate had slowed down he looked up. He was grateful to Frank but still wondered why the hell Bob did what Frank said so easily. It was obvious Bert and the others did exactly what Bob said and wouldn't even speak up to him, so why was Frank different?
Maybe Frank and Bob where together...
AN. Review please
Gerard quickly opened his eyes and heard the guard calling him to get up. Gerard slowly got up and saw Bert already stood at the cell door with the guard that was doing morning check.
"What happened to you?" the guard asked almost casually. Gerard was about to reply but Bert cut in.
"He did it him-self last night" Bert told the guard. The guard just shrugged and walked to check the next cell. It was obvious that Bert was lying but the guard didn't give one.
"Hey Gee, nice sleep?" Bert asked acting as though he really cared. Gerard just shrugged and kept his eyes on the floor. "Fine then don't talk, but I'd go wash your face you look a mess... I wouldn't want you ruining that face your now." Bert teased Gerard. Then through the speakers came a voice saying 'hour roaming before breakfast''
"Hey Gee, want to come down to for a shower, I can wash you..." Bert said edging closer to Gerard stoking his tight but. Gerard immediately tensed up and shook his head forensically. Bert frowned "Fine suit yourself" he grabbed his towel and walked out mumbling something that sounded like 'spoil sport.'
Gerard looked around the bare cell, not knowing what to do with himself. He was defiantly not going to have a shower. Naked in front of all those men... that would just be asking for it. So he settled for using the sink. He walked over and looked in the crappy plastic mirror that reflected a very blurry version of him. Even though he couldn't see very well he could see the red gash and the dried blood down the side of his face. Gerard sighed and sat down on the bunk. He didn't have the energy for this, it was all way to much he put his head in his hands and cried, flinching as he felt his swollen eye but then carried on crying.
Then he felt someone's hand on his back, he hadn't heard anyone coming into the cell, so he jumped and looked up at who was there. His eyes were all blurry but from the outline he swore it was Mikey.
"Mikey...?" Gerard whispered.
"Mikey?" he replied confused. "Umm... its Frank, I spoke to you yesterday." Gerard blinked a few times then as his eyes focused he realized that yes, it was Frank. He felt stupid for even thinking otherwise.
"Oh..." Gerard whispered, and looked at the floor not knowing what else to say. Then he remembered he owed him a thank you for the brownie. "Thanks for the brownie." He added weakly.
"It was nothing" Frank said casually, then his voice turned a little more serious and he said "what happened?" Gerard looked up at Frank confused 'What happened with what' Gerard thought. Then he noticed Frank was looking at his head, Gerard just shrugged lamely.
"It was Bert, right?" Frank said shaking his head. He walked over to the sink and wet some toilet paper and came back. He gently dabbed the gash on Gerards head. Gerard flinched as it was still sore but allowed Frank to carry on. They didn't speak but the silence wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Then Frank put the now bloody paper down the toilet and said "there we go. It loots a lot better now, can't do anything about your eye though." With that Frank walked out the cell.
Gerard stayed seated for a moment not sure how to react to him. Why was Frank doing things for him? Gerard played with theses thought but was interrupted by a guard banging on a bar telling his to get out into the main bit.
Gerard went down and sat it the same place he had yesterday. He laughed a little at the sight of him in 15 years sat in the same place all alone. It wasn't exactly funny but in this situation humor is the last resort.
Gerard stayed sat there not looking around for many different reasons the main one being that fact that last he did something.... Dirty. The things Bert had made him do... and the worse thought Gerard had in his mind was 'it still could have been worse' Gerard couldn't stand to think about that happening though.
He really did want to go have a shower and try to wash last night away but well, he would rather put up with the nasty smell and the dirty felling he had. Maybe if he was lucky it would keep people away.
10 minutes later everyone made their way for breakfast and again Gerard could barely eat the food, he picked at it and swallowed a few mouthfuls but gagged a little. He wasn't sure weather it was the food or last nights events that caused this though.
After Breakfast Gerard found out that they were allowed to go into the yard for a couple of hours. He was glad but also sketchy about the idea, he didn't know if was a safe place to be. Though he highly doubted that there was anywhere safe in this prison.
When Gerard went outside he looked around the yard. At one end there was some weights and a basket ball hoop, everywhere else was just grassy area with benches scattered around randomly. Gerard went and sat down on the grass at the far end wanting to be as close to freedom as possible. Looking at the outside was painful, to actually see it but couldn't taste it. He was sat their clutching to the fence looking out with longing eyes for almost 2 hours before...
"Hey Gee, how are you?" Bob asked Gerard with Bert at one side of him grinning stupidly and two other men slightly behind him, also frank was there keeping most distance looking at the floor. Gerard decided to not say anything. "Come on Gee talk to me; use that mouth of yours... Bert told me it works just fine." he said smugly. Gerard's closed his eyes and felt his face growing red from shame.
"Why you embarrassed Gee? You were getting off on it last night" Bert laughed. "Kinky fuck" He added giggling. Gerards face somehow managed to go an even deeper shade of red, partly out of anger... he defiantly didn't get off to it.
"I-I wasn't" Gerard whispered trying to sound tough but came out sounding more desperate.
"Why? Think your two good for me!" Bert spat. Gerard jumped slightly at Bert's sudden outburst. Bert edged closer and pressed on "eh answer me?" he said now right in close of Gerards face. Gerard panicked slightly and started trebling.
"N...No" Gerard struggled out. Bert just grabbed on to Gerards balls and squeezed.
"I should hope not" Bert whispered in Gerard's ear. Then Bert let go off Gerard, stepping back next to Bob who was laughing at Gerard along with the other two men and Bert. The only one who wasn't laughing was Frank.
Gerard couldn't help but get upset. He felt like such a baby, he kind of was though 16... its young compared to the people in here.
He felt like he was in the playground surround by the school bullies. Gerard would probably be able take it if that was the case but no... this was a lot, lot, worse. It was prison not a school yard.
Gerards bit his lip and felt his chin quiver as his eyes filled with tears. He looked down at floor feeling so ashamed. He really didn't want to cry but it was so hard, he was fighting the tears that were threatening him. Making him feel even worse, they all laughed even herder when they saw he was about to cry.
Then Frank who had been watching from a distance felling Gerards pain had cracked and had decided he had to do something. He stood in front of Gerard and faced Bob.
"Bob... please, just give him a break." Frank pleaded. Bob stopped laughing and looked at Frank and then Gerard who was still shaking forcing himself not to cry.
"God Frank stop been so soft!" Bert said obviously getting annoyed. Bob shoot Bert a dirty look as if telling Bert to 'shut the hell up' and the looked back at Frank sighing.
"Okay Frankie" he said softly "Come on let's go..." with that Bob walked off with Bert following and then went the others that weren't far behind. Frankie looked at Gerard one last time and walked off.
When they had all gone and Gerards Heart rate had slowed down he looked up. He was grateful to Frank but still wondered why the hell Bob did what Frank said so easily. It was obvious Bert and the others did exactly what Bob said and wouldn't even speak up to him, so why was Frank different?
Maybe Frank and Bob where together...
AN. Review please
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