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On the couch was my mother. She was covered in blood. Her eyes were open and glossy. I sat on the floor sobbing. I wanted to run to her but I felt paralyzed.

*CRASH*

I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. I heard a yell.

HE was still here. I felt rage build up inside of me. I knew Gee was coming but I wanted to kill the bastard. I really did. I was heading toward the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door.

He also heard it because he drunkenly stumbled into the living room. He sees me and charges. I run to the door and look back to see him trip and crash into th side of the coffee table.

I open the door and see concerned hazel eyes searching my face.

“What the fuck happened to you man? Where have you been? What happened to your leg?” He pushes past me. “Whos that n the floor?” here comes more questions. “Wheres your m---,” He saw her.

*Gerard’s POV*

“Where’s your m---,” I stopped when I saw the couch. I had been asking so many questions I never noticed the couch until now. One the couch was the lifeless body of Frank’s mom.

I hear Frank start sobbing and a soft thump as he falls to the floor, still sobbing. I felt o bad for him but I still wanted to know who the man was.

I was close with Frankie. I was even closer then he thought. I loved him. I loved the way his hair smelled and the way he moved. I hated when his beautiful eyes were filled with grief and pain. It seemed that in the past years that they were.

I go over to him and calm him down. I hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance knowing that they are coming here.

I get hi calmed down finally but he starts freaking out when the guy on the floor starts to move. He starts screaming. I still didn’t know who it was. Apparently the police were here because I heard shouts from outside.

The door was unlocked so they barged in and saw the man on the floor and the mess in the living room. They came over to Frankie and me asking if everything was alright. I didn’t know.

I took Frankie in my arms and held him until he was calmed down enough to answer questions.

The police that I be the one to ask the questions but they will be there to watch. I thought it was best.

“Do you know the man that was found laying on the floor, Frank?” I asked.

“H-he claimed t-to b-be my f-father. He said my mom had left him while he was in a coma.” He seemed out of sorts and I was afraid he wasn’t going to do to well.


*Frankie’s POV*

I sat in my room answering Gee’s questions. I felt uncomfortable with the police watching me.

“Tell me what happened when you got home from school yesterday?” Gerard said. He seemed really concerned and sad.

“I got home and set my bag down.” I felt a little better and wasn’t as upset on the outside. On the inside I was a wreck. “I started walking into the living room only to be met with a fist slamming my in my face. He made me fall due to the blow and he kicked me in the stomach.” As I was saying this the pain was coming back. It hurt like hell. “My mother yelled for him to stop and she came over and helped me to the couch. He was drunk. I could smell it. I tried to get him to leave. But he wouldn’t. I stood up to get in his face, but it only made him hit me more. I tried to get him to leave again but then I felt a sharp pain and blacked out.” I felt the pain in my leg again. I turn and vomited in the trash can. I hurt so bad. “When I came to you had texted me and I knew something was wrong. I went upstairs and saw my mom on the couch. My so called father was in the kitchen. When he saw me he ran after me but tripped and hit his head.”


By now the pain was so intense I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness. I needed to go to the bathroom.

I went to get up and started toward the bathroom. The room started to get dark and I could here Gerard in the background screaming my name. I could feel people around me as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.




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On the couch was my mother. She was covered in blood. Her eyes were open and glossy. I sat on the floor sobbing. I wanted to run to her but I felt paralyzed.



*CRASH*



I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. I heard a yell.



HE was still here. I felt rage build up inside of me. I knew Gee was coming but I wanted to kill the bastard. I really did. I was heading toward the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door.



He also heard it because he drunkenly stumbled into the living room. He sees me and charges. I run to the door and look back to see him trip and crash into th side of the coffee table.



I open the door and see concerned hazel eyes searching my face.



"What the fuck happened to you man? Where have you been?What happened to your leg?" He pushes past me. "Whosthat n the floor?" here comes more questions. "Wheresyour m---," He saw her.



*Gerard's POV*



"Where's your m---," I stopped when I saw the couch. I had been asking so many questions I never noticed the couch until now. One the couch was the lifeless body of Frank's mom.



I hear Frank start sobbing and a soft thump as he falls to the floor, still sobbing. I felt o bad for him but I still wanted to know who the man was.



I was close with Frankie. I was even closer then he thought. I loved him. I loved the way his hair smelled and the way he moved. I hated when his beautiful eyes were filled with grief and pain. It seemed that in the past years that they were.



I go over to him and calm him down. I hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance knowing that they are coming here.



I get hi calmed down finally but he starts freaking out when the guy on the floor starts to move. He starts screaming. I still didn't know who it was. Apparently the police were here because I heard shouts from outside.



The door was unlocked so they barged in and saw the man on the floor and the mess in the living room. They came over to Frankie and me asking if everything was alright. I didn't know.



I took Frankie in my arms and held him until he was calmed down enough to answer questions.



The police that I be the one to ask the questions but they will be there to watch. I thought it was best.



"Do you know the man that was found layingon the floor, Frank?" I asked.



"H-he claimed t-to b-be my f-father. He said my mom had left him while he was in a coma." He seemed out of sorts and I was afraid he wasn't going to do to well.





*Frankie's POV*



I sat in my room answering Gee's questions. I felt uncomfortable with the police watching me.



"Tell me what happened when you got home from school yesterday?" Gerard said. He seemed really concerned and sad.



"I got home and set my bag down." I felt a little better and wasn't as upset on the outside. On the inside I was a wreck. "I started walking into the living room only to be met with a fist slamming my in my face. He made me fall due to the blow and he kicked me in the stomach." As I was saying this the pain was coming back. It hurt like hell. "My mother yelled for him to stop and she came over and helped me to the couch. He was drunk. I could smell it. Itried to get him to leave. But he wouldn't. I stood up to get in his face, but it only made him hit me more. I tried to get him to leave again but then I felt a sharp pain and blacked out." I felt the pain in my leg again. I turn and vomited in the trash can. I hurt so bad. "When I came to you had texted me and I knew something was wrong. I went upstairs and saw my mom on the couch. My so called father was in the kitchen. When he saw me he ran after me but tripped and hit his head."





By now the pain was so intense I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness. I needed to go to the bathroom.



I went to get up and started toward the bathroom. The room started to get dark and I could here Gerard in the background screaming my name. I could feel people around me as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.