People say that you become the people you where raised by.
Gerard hated that quote.
He hated that quote because it reminded him of his mother.
His mother with her prayers, whips and ice baths.
His mother with the sunken features and gas mask, skin pulled tight and pale over her bones and a Victorian era style dress always worn.
His mother was the reason he allowed no one but frank to see him shirtless.
A coworker had told him, after he adopted his son Malcolm that it was a miracle that he hadn't hurt the boy yet, that it was a wonder he wasn't like his mother.
The man wouldn't answer to why he had a busted lip and black eye after that.
Gerard wouldn't hurt Malcolm, he'd never lay a hand on his son or tell him he was useless, stupid, wasteful, an embarrassment or anything that would make the boy feel bad.
Unlike his mother, Gerard loved his son, loved his husband, Frank.
And unlike Gerard, Malcolm loved his parents.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Angst and Death.
De TodoOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
