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A/N: Today's muse is brought to you by the band called Owl City

Friday school was canceled. The perp was still unknown, me and Jen had seen him, but we didn't want to say anything. I lay on Frank's bed with a comic book; pretending to read while my parents fought in the next room.

The other Iero's under the command of Frank sr. had left for New York. Something about the zoo on a Friday with no school got that family together faster than flies to horse shit. Frank had promised to text me throughout the day but knowing him and Mikey and Alicia, they'd probably forgotten.

My age was definetly a strange factor, I was 17, 5 months until 18, and I still wasn't in grade 12. I'd started school late, my mother thought it was best. Frank on the other hand had started school a year early at the age of five. Now at 13 he was almost 16 in my eyes.

Alicia and Mikey were 14, but Alicia being a girl had a higher maturity than Mikey...thats probably why I could talk to her. That and I was gay and just related better to girls. My phone lay still in my pocket but the arguing became louder, I let my comic slide from my chest and rolled over. Burying my face into my pillow didn't help.

"You're the one who wanted to live here," my mother hissed, "look what happened at his school."

"Our son didn't pull that thing," my father growled.

"Just like he didn't get into a fight!"

"SO WHAT? KIDS DO THAT!"

"HE DIDN'T DO THAT BACK IN HARTWELL!"

I slowly lifted myself from my bed, picking up my bag I grabbed some money and a sweater. I heard more yelling as the argument went back to square one. The window budge opened and I threw my bag out, I slowly lowered myself to ground once I got through the window. As quietly as I could I closed it and ran towards a local park.

I made it to the gates and slowly gathered my breath, panting wildly. My bag felt heavy and I let it slip from my shoulder. It was then I fell to my knees and covered my face in my hands, I could feel hot tears but there weren't many...I'd waned myself off crying at age 14. My chest felt like it was closing and when I pulled my hands away to clutch it. I saw a similar sight in the park.

Gerard sat at a swing staring at me, his eyes set a blaze by something. I wiped viciously at my eyes. He place a cigarette back to his mouth taking a long drag; he blew the smoke out his nose letting it blow around his face. I slowly grabbed my bag and threw it on my shoulder ...embarrassed I headed into the park but walked right past Gerard. He flicked his cigarette into the gravel and stood. He the following me into the small woods of the local park.

"Wait up Georgia Boy," his low voice echoed.

I stopped and stood where I was, slightly annoyed he'd disrupted my run away plan. He circled around and stood a good meter away from me. I looked away from his eyes and felt his hand collide against my temple.

I fell down into the moss, holding my eye. It was the same one he'd bruised before, the pain was worse this time. My tender flesh throbbed as I tried to see where Gerard was, I felt him sit on me crushing my chest, it was a familiar sight. Again he punched me, slamming his fist into my nose...I just prayed he wouldn't break it.

Again he punched me, over and over until I grabbed one of his fists. I punched him off of my small frame and he rolled to the earth beside me. Clutching his hoodie I slammed him down. He began wheezing, but I kept slamming him down...I even punched the side of his face. His perfect porcelain skin became purple and black where I was punching him. I raised my fist high above my head and he grabbed my collar.

"Mercy," he cried, "mercy."

My arm shook as I held it above my head; I didn't know whether to lower it or punch him again. He freed his arm from my knee and touched my chin, there were tears in his eyes.

I leapt off of him, crawling away from his broken body. My back met a tree and I curled up and rocked myself, both our blood was everywhere...Gerard lay still in the moss, wheezing. My phone vibrated in my pocket and then music followed; I couldn't even answer the phone I just let the music play.

A good two hours past before Gerard pulled himself to a sitting position, I couldn't help but shake when he crawled towards me. The traffic we heard in the distance was perfect white noise...I coward as he sat next to me. I waited for punches but none came.

"You're the first little shit that's ever fought back," he said quietly, "I was even trying to kill you too."

I shuttered at his choice of words.

"So know you know," Gerard said quietly again, "Jen's pretty good at reading people, I'm guess she told you my secret because she knows yours."

"I have nothing to hide," I whispered.

"Bullshit," Gerard lightly chuckled, "We all have something to hide."

I shook my head, his eyes watched me. The sky grew darker as we hit the late afternoon, I let my legs go from my chest and pulled my bag closer to my side. Gerard shifted so that he could somewhat face me, I had no choice but look into eyes.

He grabbed my groin gently and I gasped.

"Tell me that doesn't feel good," his voice was raw, "tell me thats not what you've wanted and I'll believe you have nothing to fucking hide."

I tried to pull away, but Gerard made a move for my belt buckle. His strong arms opening my jeans; I grabbed onto the tree and tried to pull away again. He shoved his hand down into my pants and I moaned as he took hold of me.

"Tell me," his voice was lower now; he took my ear lobe into his mouth and bit jestingly.

I grabbed his head and ran my fingers through his hair, I had to make him stop. I was afraid of being caught by someone.

"Gerard," he made a move and took a hold of skin in my neck, "wait, stop."

I managed to pull his hand out of my pants but he made a small red mark on my neck. His point was proven now, and he knew.

"Okay," I said slowly, "you've made your point. You can get all your friends to come out and shout surprise at me now."

"Do you think everything is a joke?" Gerard muttered.

"No, I--."

"I tell you I like you and give you a hand job, and you think it's a joke?"

"Technically you said we all have secrets."

"Fuck you Georgia Boy," He stood and began to walk away, "You're fucking getting it now."

"Gerard, wait," I pleaded, I waited for him to stop, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Do up your pants Devon, and get out of my fucking sight."

I stared at him hard, but he pulled another cigarette from his jacket. He light the filthy thing and blew smoke in my face; but I stood my ground.

"What?" Gerard sneered as I came closer to him, "didn't I tell you to fuck off? I'm not servicing you again."

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because I thought you'd like it, you were moaning enough I bet all of New Jersey hear--."

"Not that, call me Devon."

He took a long drag before meeting with my eyes again. I'm sure they were piercing and Gerard forgot what he was talking about. He smiled his hard smile and then lightly smacked my face,

"Because that's your name Georgia Boy," He put the cigarette in my mouth and watched me cough loudly, "Be at Hannah's tonight."

He pointed to my open jeans before leaving.

*

When I came home I found a note addressed to me, no body else was home except for me and Frank. I could tell he was home because of the blasting punk music coming from the room we had been sharing this past week.

I grabbed the note from the table and read it softly under my breath.

Devon,
Your mother, Aunt, Uncle and I have all gone out
Mikey has invited you and Frank for dinner
and he promises Gerard won't be there.
Dad

I crumbled the note in my hands, so I guess my parents had made up after all. My bag jostled against my side, and I walked into Frank's room. He cut the music upon see me.

"HOLEY SHIT!" he shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!"

I remember the bruises and blood, but ignored him as he tried to look at me. I shed my pants and shirt but Frank grabbed my arms, facing me away from the corner.

"Excuse me sir," I pulled from his arms, "I'm trying to get ready for a shower, I fell okay."

"Why are you awake?" Frank asked, looking towards my nether regions.

I didn't even want to humor him on why I was alive in the deep south of my body. Gerard hadn't completely finished with me in the park.

"I'm awake because its 6 a clock at night Frank," I pushed past him towards the bathroom.

"Is she a freak?"

"No."

"Is she pretty?"

"Frank I--."

"Oh so she's ugly, but really good in bed, well if you didn't finish I guess she isn't."

"Frank I'm--."

"Whats her name? Do I know her?"

"Fran--!"

"Oh so she's older, like my mom's age."

"What! no!"

"Well then, did she beat you up because you wanted to do the nasty?"

"NO! HE didn't beat me up because it was my idea to do the nasty!"

The house grew still, Frank and I stared at each other.

"He...?" Frank slowly asked.