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Frank explains a bit more to Gerard. But is he telling him everything?
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-Finch
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It was becoming late afternoon and I knew that my parents would be home soon. I could just tell them that Frank was a friend who got kicked out of his house and needed somewhere to stay for a while. I don't care if they're angry about it, he was staying with me until he was safe. I was never a believer in destiny or fate, but it was just so odd that I met this wonderful guy and now I have the opportunity to save him. Maybe fate did exist, maybe fate brought us together, maybe we belong together forever and ever. I would like that.
I snapped out of my fantasies and remembered that I was just sitting, watching Frankie sleep. I hated seeing him like this. His body was so weak and bloodied. Who can honestly say that he deserved this? Who was he talking about? Who was Jay and why did he rape him? Why was Frank even in the position to be raped by him anyways? Poor kid. I didn't care who Jay was or who his girlfriend was, no one has the right to harm Frankie.
I laid down next to Frankie and looked closely at his face. It was bruised but still beautiful. My hand slowly reached out and rested on his cheek gently, hoping not to wake him up. My hand slid down his cheek and across his jawbone. My body scooted closer to Frankie, feeling his warmth almost against me. Before I knew it I was drifting back to sleep with my beautifully bruised angel.
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I woke up a bit confused. What had happened last night? I turned and looked at my clock. It was only 5 pm. Which means I had been sleeping a majority of the day. Holy shit. What happened earlier today. I flipped back over quickly and almost gasped at Frankies still figure. If you didn't know any better you could say he was dead. He had dried blood allover his clothes and his face was deathly pale. I had to look closely to tell if he was still breathing. Thank God that he was. It was then that I remembered what he had told me earlier. It angered me more than anything.
I sat up in bed, staring at the wall across from me. I glared into nothing for a while before realizing that I wanted coffee... and maybe some food. As quiet and humanly possible, I lifted myself from my bed and out of my room, avoiding the hazardous clutter on my floor. I really should clean that sometime. I walked down the hall very slowly, peering around each doorway and corner, making sure that no one was home as I wasn't in the mood for explaining myself at the moment.
I had finally reached the kitchen and was well into making the coffee when I noticed that Mikey was still on the couch, watching TV lazily. I stared at him for a few seconds before returning to my coffee. I doubted that he had moved at all that day. Then again who could blame him, he has one hell-of-a hangover. This was probably the only New Years since I was 16 that I hadn't had a hangover the next day. For some reason that kind of made me happy, knowing that I didn't need alcohol to have a fucking awesome day.
Mikey turned his head and squinted at me as I watched through the corner of my eye. He rubbed his eyes and then relaxed himself a bit,
"Oh, it's just you, Gerard. I thought you were some stranger in my house." Mikey slumped back into the couch again.
"It's not your house Mikey, you just bum here." I told him sarcastically.
"You're one to talk Gerard. You're 20 something and still living at home."
"Shut up Mikey. Go back to sleep."
Mikey just grunted in reply and lolled over back onto the couch. It wasn't even legal for him to be drinking yet he drinks even more than I used to, which is a hell of a lot. I leaned against the counter as I waited for the coffee, watching the TV that had been playing for who knows how many hours.
Upon taking a sip of the coffee I realized that I should probably bring back some coffee for Frankie when he wakes up. I added lots of sugar and some cream and carried both coffees back into my room, walking carefully as not to spill them. I tapped the door with my foot, opening it gently. There was Frankie, sitting up, staring at the wall as I had previously been doing.
"Gerard?" He asked, a bit dazed.
I tried to hurry over to him but I had to hold myself back so I didn't spill.
"Frankie, you're awake!" I said excitedly, sitting down and placing a mug in his hand.
He stared down into the coffee, watching his reflection quiver as his hand shook slightly.
"I... brought you coffee..." I said, my expression changing to curiosity.
"Thanks Gerard." He said, not taking his eyes off the coffee.
We sat in silence for a few minutes as I sipped my coffee and Frank stared. I sipped, he stared. I sipped again, he still stared.
"Are... you okay Frankie?" I asked, ducking my head slightly to see if I could get in his sight.
All of a sudden he looked up, trying to give his best smile through watery eyes.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He lied.
"You don't look very fine. You're still bloody Frank." I told him flatly.
"Oh..." He looked down for a second,
"About that..." He trailed off.
"Do tell." I said, crossing my legs and scooting closer to Frank.
"I was waiting in the park when my friend Jay walked up, he said that he had something of mine at his house so I followed him there. He ended up getting drunk and when I told him that I had to go he got really angry. At first I was just going to be a little late. But then Jay started hitting me and eventually.... he... uhm..." Frankie gulped a little, his voice quivering with sobs.
His talking was very slow and luckily I had remembered what he said earlier and put a hand on his shoulder,
"It's okay Frankie, you don't have to tell me twice."
He nodded and continued on with his story.
"Then his girlfriend came home and started yelling at me and hurting me until I could barely walk. Then she got mad at Jay and I tried to run but Jay was catching up. The safest place I could run was here." A tear slid down his cheek and I brushed it away with my thumb.
Again I could tell that there was a cold lie in his story. I wish he wouldn't lie to me so often.
"Why didn't you just run to your house? I mean, not that I don't love you here, but..." I cocked my head to the side.
"Jay knows where I live and so does his girlfri- er, ex-girlfriend, Tiara."
"Well you can stay here until those bastards go away." I grabbed his hands and he looked up at me with tear filled eyes.
His lips closed in on me until they finally reached their destination. Our lips collided for a few seconds, making my stomach churn with that warm fuzzy feeling I hadn't felt since 6th grade. I smiled into his lips right before the kiss broke. He stared back at me with his damn beautiful eyes, twinkling against the dim light in my bedroom.
"Gerard..." He smiled a weak smile,
"I think I love you." He told me happily.
That had to be the single most lovely sentence I had heard in my entire lifetime.
"I think I love you too Frankie." I bent forward to rest my forehead against his.
We shared one last kiss before I decided that he was in need of a shower and a change of clothes. I helped him up and showed him where the bathroom was. I figured that Mikey wouldn't really care that Frank was going to wear a change of his clothes, not like he planned on changing his own anyways.
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I finished up in the shower, making sure that all of the dried blood was throughly washed off. It was only after I cleaned myself off that I realized that the spots weren't dirt but horrible bruises. I had looked ugly before but now I was just fucking hideous. There was no way that I wanted Gerard to see me when I was so... disgusting. It was Jay's fault. It was all Jay's fault. I hate him. I hate my fucking life, it all went downhill after my birthday.
As I started to dry myself off I realized that there was no clean clothes to put on, and I certainly wasn't going to wear my blood stained ones. What a predicament. I wrapped the towel around my entire body, barely covering any of my legs but just enough so that nothing was showing. I opened the door with one hand and quickly wrapped myself back up. I would have just put the towel around my waist but I found my tummy to be rather disgusting.
I stepped out to find Gerard cleaning his room, he looked like he was in a hurry to clean it too. I hadn't noticed until just now that his room was actually kind of cluttered. I caught random flashes of drawings and writings among the papers he picked up to throw away. I take it he was one of those modest artists who really could care less about his art. It was people like that that I never understood.
Gerard looked up from shoving some papers in his metal trashcan to see me wrapped tightly in a tan bath towel. He stared for a second before laughing a little to himself.
"H-here, I have some clothes for you." Gee said through a giggle.
"Ha ha, very funny." I told him, snatching the clothes from his hand.
I wandered back into the bathroom and slipped on the clothes that Gerard had given me. A blank black T-shirt and some dark blue skinny jeans. Quite stationary if you ask me. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good five minutes after getting dressed, just picking at myself anf telling myself how ugly I was.
"Are you okay in there?" Gerard's voice came from behind the bathroom door.
His voice immediately brought me out of my little phase and I turned to open the door quickly. Upon opening it I saw Gerard standing in his tidy room, his hair messy and his grin wide. How I did love this man who I had met only yesterday. I never though it was possible to fall for someone so quickly, and I always thought that it was a stupid thing for people to do. But now I understand why they do it. I smiled sadly at him, I didn't deserve to know him.
Gerard stepped toward me hastily and inspected my face. I flinched as his ice cold hand rested on my cheek. He looked like a doctor checking his patient or something.
"Frankie... your face is so bruised..." He made the most pitiful face in the world at that moment.
He looked like a sad little puppy with his frown and worried expression.
"God. I look horrible, huh?" I covered my face with my hands and stepped backwards, trying to hide myself from him.
I kind of shriveled up where I was standing, hiding my ugly bruises and cuts. I had no idea what Gerard saw in me. I had done nothing nice for him so far and I was ugly. But Gerard was beautiful and he was so fucking nice. He brought me coffee and cared for me and is letting me stay with him. Not to mention he is an amazing artist and has such a smiley personality. How much more perfect could a guy get?
"Frankie, what are you talking about? I don't care how bruised you are. You're never ugly," He reached out to me and held me close to his chest, swaying back and forth.
"Okay?" He asked, pulling away slightly to look at me.
I stared back up at him with what I was hoping was a cute expression. I nodded slightly and cuddled back into his chest. Oh how I could have stayed there forever and ever.
"You know. About last night. I'm glad that you were my New Year's kiss." I told him, listening to his shallow heartbeat.
"Me too Frank. You've made this the best New Year's yet." He said, resting his head on top of mine.
All of a sudden my stomach let out a disgustingly loud gurgle. Quite embarrassing if you ask me. Gerard just giggled and squeezed me a little.
"Let's go get some food, okay?" He pulled away from me and looked down at me with twinkling hazel eyes.
At the time it seemed like a good idea. But how I wish we has just stayed inside instead.
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OKAY. =D Review. This chapter was just a filler-ish chapter. I'm not expecting any great reviews or anything so don't stress giving me 9 reviews like last time(although I really did enjoy it!). BUT I WOULD STILL LIKE A FEWWW! =)) Argggg. By the way, if you're upset with the whole media outbreak thing, please wear a FAITH BRACELET made of RED AND BLACK yarn. =) For information go to "THIS PAGE":http://www.s8.createphpbb.com/mylivingromance/viewtopic.php?t=153&mforum=mylivingromance
THANKS ALL!
-Finch
-Finch
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It was becoming late afternoon and I knew that my parents would be home soon. I could just tell them that Frank was a friend who got kicked out of his house and needed somewhere to stay for a while. I don't care if they're angry about it, he was staying with me until he was safe. I was never a believer in destiny or fate, but it was just so odd that I met this wonderful guy and now I have the opportunity to save him. Maybe fate did exist, maybe fate brought us together, maybe we belong together forever and ever. I would like that.
I snapped out of my fantasies and remembered that I was just sitting, watching Frankie sleep. I hated seeing him like this. His body was so weak and bloodied. Who can honestly say that he deserved this? Who was he talking about? Who was Jay and why did he rape him? Why was Frank even in the position to be raped by him anyways? Poor kid. I didn't care who Jay was or who his girlfriend was, no one has the right to harm Frankie.
I laid down next to Frankie and looked closely at his face. It was bruised but still beautiful. My hand slowly reached out and rested on his cheek gently, hoping not to wake him up. My hand slid down his cheek and across his jawbone. My body scooted closer to Frankie, feeling his warmth almost against me. Before I knew it I was drifting back to sleep with my beautifully bruised angel.
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I woke up a bit confused. What had happened last night? I turned and looked at my clock. It was only 5 pm. Which means I had been sleeping a majority of the day. Holy shit. What happened earlier today. I flipped back over quickly and almost gasped at Frankies still figure. If you didn't know any better you could say he was dead. He had dried blood allover his clothes and his face was deathly pale. I had to look closely to tell if he was still breathing. Thank God that he was. It was then that I remembered what he had told me earlier. It angered me more than anything.
I sat up in bed, staring at the wall across from me. I glared into nothing for a while before realizing that I wanted coffee... and maybe some food. As quiet and humanly possible, I lifted myself from my bed and out of my room, avoiding the hazardous clutter on my floor. I really should clean that sometime. I walked down the hall very slowly, peering around each doorway and corner, making sure that no one was home as I wasn't in the mood for explaining myself at the moment.
I had finally reached the kitchen and was well into making the coffee when I noticed that Mikey was still on the couch, watching TV lazily. I stared at him for a few seconds before returning to my coffee. I doubted that he had moved at all that day. Then again who could blame him, he has one hell-of-a hangover. This was probably the only New Years since I was 16 that I hadn't had a hangover the next day. For some reason that kind of made me happy, knowing that I didn't need alcohol to have a fucking awesome day.
Mikey turned his head and squinted at me as I watched through the corner of my eye. He rubbed his eyes and then relaxed himself a bit,
"Oh, it's just you, Gerard. I thought you were some stranger in my house." Mikey slumped back into the couch again.
"It's not your house Mikey, you just bum here." I told him sarcastically.
"You're one to talk Gerard. You're 20 something and still living at home."
"Shut up Mikey. Go back to sleep."
Mikey just grunted in reply and lolled over back onto the couch. It wasn't even legal for him to be drinking yet he drinks even more than I used to, which is a hell of a lot. I leaned against the counter as I waited for the coffee, watching the TV that had been playing for who knows how many hours.
Upon taking a sip of the coffee I realized that I should probably bring back some coffee for Frankie when he wakes up. I added lots of sugar and some cream and carried both coffees back into my room, walking carefully as not to spill them. I tapped the door with my foot, opening it gently. There was Frankie, sitting up, staring at the wall as I had previously been doing.
"Gerard?" He asked, a bit dazed.
I tried to hurry over to him but I had to hold myself back so I didn't spill.
"Frankie, you're awake!" I said excitedly, sitting down and placing a mug in his hand.
He stared down into the coffee, watching his reflection quiver as his hand shook slightly.
"I... brought you coffee..." I said, my expression changing to curiosity.
"Thanks Gerard." He said, not taking his eyes off the coffee.
We sat in silence for a few minutes as I sipped my coffee and Frank stared. I sipped, he stared. I sipped again, he still stared.
"Are... you okay Frankie?" I asked, ducking my head slightly to see if I could get in his sight.
All of a sudden he looked up, trying to give his best smile through watery eyes.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He lied.
"You don't look very fine. You're still bloody Frank." I told him flatly.
"Oh..." He looked down for a second,
"About that..." He trailed off.
"Do tell." I said, crossing my legs and scooting closer to Frank.
"I was waiting in the park when my friend Jay walked up, he said that he had something of mine at his house so I followed him there. He ended up getting drunk and when I told him that I had to go he got really angry. At first I was just going to be a little late. But then Jay started hitting me and eventually.... he... uhm..." Frankie gulped a little, his voice quivering with sobs.
His talking was very slow and luckily I had remembered what he said earlier and put a hand on his shoulder,
"It's okay Frankie, you don't have to tell me twice."
He nodded and continued on with his story.
"Then his girlfriend came home and started yelling at me and hurting me until I could barely walk. Then she got mad at Jay and I tried to run but Jay was catching up. The safest place I could run was here." A tear slid down his cheek and I brushed it away with my thumb.
Again I could tell that there was a cold lie in his story. I wish he wouldn't lie to me so often.
"Why didn't you just run to your house? I mean, not that I don't love you here, but..." I cocked my head to the side.
"Jay knows where I live and so does his girlfri- er, ex-girlfriend, Tiara."
"Well you can stay here until those bastards go away." I grabbed his hands and he looked up at me with tear filled eyes.
His lips closed in on me until they finally reached their destination. Our lips collided for a few seconds, making my stomach churn with that warm fuzzy feeling I hadn't felt since 6th grade. I smiled into his lips right before the kiss broke. He stared back at me with his damn beautiful eyes, twinkling against the dim light in my bedroom.
"Gerard..." He smiled a weak smile,
"I think I love you." He told me happily.
That had to be the single most lovely sentence I had heard in my entire lifetime.
"I think I love you too Frankie." I bent forward to rest my forehead against his.
We shared one last kiss before I decided that he was in need of a shower and a change of clothes. I helped him up and showed him where the bathroom was. I figured that Mikey wouldn't really care that Frank was going to wear a change of his clothes, not like he planned on changing his own anyways.
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I finished up in the shower, making sure that all of the dried blood was throughly washed off. It was only after I cleaned myself off that I realized that the spots weren't dirt but horrible bruises. I had looked ugly before but now I was just fucking hideous. There was no way that I wanted Gerard to see me when I was so... disgusting. It was Jay's fault. It was all Jay's fault. I hate him. I hate my fucking life, it all went downhill after my birthday.
As I started to dry myself off I realized that there was no clean clothes to put on, and I certainly wasn't going to wear my blood stained ones. What a predicament. I wrapped the towel around my entire body, barely covering any of my legs but just enough so that nothing was showing. I opened the door with one hand and quickly wrapped myself back up. I would have just put the towel around my waist but I found my tummy to be rather disgusting.
I stepped out to find Gerard cleaning his room, he looked like he was in a hurry to clean it too. I hadn't noticed until just now that his room was actually kind of cluttered. I caught random flashes of drawings and writings among the papers he picked up to throw away. I take it he was one of those modest artists who really could care less about his art. It was people like that that I never understood.
Gerard looked up from shoving some papers in his metal trashcan to see me wrapped tightly in a tan bath towel. He stared for a second before laughing a little to himself.
"H-here, I have some clothes for you." Gee said through a giggle.
"Ha ha, very funny." I told him, snatching the clothes from his hand.
I wandered back into the bathroom and slipped on the clothes that Gerard had given me. A blank black T-shirt and some dark blue skinny jeans. Quite stationary if you ask me. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good five minutes after getting dressed, just picking at myself anf telling myself how ugly I was.
"Are you okay in there?" Gerard's voice came from behind the bathroom door.
His voice immediately brought me out of my little phase and I turned to open the door quickly. Upon opening it I saw Gerard standing in his tidy room, his hair messy and his grin wide. How I did love this man who I had met only yesterday. I never though it was possible to fall for someone so quickly, and I always thought that it was a stupid thing for people to do. But now I understand why they do it. I smiled sadly at him, I didn't deserve to know him.
Gerard stepped toward me hastily and inspected my face. I flinched as his ice cold hand rested on my cheek. He looked like a doctor checking his patient or something.
"Frankie... your face is so bruised..." He made the most pitiful face in the world at that moment.
He looked like a sad little puppy with his frown and worried expression.
"God. I look horrible, huh?" I covered my face with my hands and stepped backwards, trying to hide myself from him.
I kind of shriveled up where I was standing, hiding my ugly bruises and cuts. I had no idea what Gerard saw in me. I had done nothing nice for him so far and I was ugly. But Gerard was beautiful and he was so fucking nice. He brought me coffee and cared for me and is letting me stay with him. Not to mention he is an amazing artist and has such a smiley personality. How much more perfect could a guy get?
"Frankie, what are you talking about? I don't care how bruised you are. You're never ugly," He reached out to me and held me close to his chest, swaying back and forth.
"Okay?" He asked, pulling away slightly to look at me.
I stared back up at him with what I was hoping was a cute expression. I nodded slightly and cuddled back into his chest. Oh how I could have stayed there forever and ever.
"You know. About last night. I'm glad that you were my New Year's kiss." I told him, listening to his shallow heartbeat.
"Me too Frank. You've made this the best New Year's yet." He said, resting his head on top of mine.
All of a sudden my stomach let out a disgustingly loud gurgle. Quite embarrassing if you ask me. Gerard just giggled and squeezed me a little.
"Let's go get some food, okay?" He pulled away from me and looked down at me with twinkling hazel eyes.
At the time it seemed like a good idea. But how I wish we has just stayed inside instead.
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OKAY. =D Review. This chapter was just a filler-ish chapter. I'm not expecting any great reviews or anything so don't stress giving me 9 reviews like last time(although I really did enjoy it!). BUT I WOULD STILL LIKE A FEWWW! =)) Argggg. By the way, if you're upset with the whole media outbreak thing, please wear a FAITH BRACELET made of RED AND BLACK yarn. =) For information go to "THIS PAGE":http://www.s8.createphpbb.com/mylivingromance/viewtopic.php?t=153&mforum=mylivingromance
THANKS ALL!
-Finch
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