I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

A Massive Headache

{Frank's POV}

"Are you sure you don't want to come back with us?" Gerard frowned.

"No, it's okay. I've got homework and shit to catch up on," I tried my best to smile.

"Well... If you're sure."

He was doubting me, I knew he was.

Who wouldn't?

I wasn't exactly on top of my lying game today.

To be fair though, I hadn't expected them to actually come round to see me.

Maybe I should have just feigned some illness so they couldn't have.

But no, being the hopeless case I was, I had to see Gerard.

It actually pained me to go for more than a few hours without seeing him.

Talk about clingy.

I was the opposite of a perfect boyfriend.

That part was true.

The lying really didn't help either.

I hated myself for lying to him but I just couldn't tell him the truth.

I didn't want him to know how pathetic I was.

I couldn't even fight back.

I was just some little kid compared to Tony.

There was nothing I could do.

And I really didn't want to drag Gerard into all of this.

Anyway, it wasn't like it was getting bad...

Well...

It couldn't get worse could it?

Especially after this morning.

That really hadn't been fun at all.

I didn't even want to think about it.

Watching them go, I waved a little.

Gerard looked back, a worried expression set across his face, and waved.

After I shut the front door, I sighed in relief.

At least we hadn't been interrupted this time.

I didn't know what I would have done if we had been.

I walked to the stairs and stopped in front of them.

They brought back bad memories.

I didn't really want to relive those memories much.

I slowly lowered myself onto the floor right in front of the stairs.

I looked up at them.

Closing my eyes, I remembered what had happened.

The argument.

The hair-pulling.

The shove.

The fall.

And the blackout.

Stupid fucking Tony.

Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

Why did he have to pick on me for no reason at all?

I swear he got some sort of kick out of it.

All I had been doing was coming out of my room.

Harmless, right?

And for some reason, he felt the need to start something up.

I couldn't even remember what the argument was about.

All I remembered was that I didn't back down.

Whatever my point had been, I made sure it was heard.

That was probably just because I hated letting Tony win.

But of course, this resulted in Tony grabbing my hair and pulling.

That had hurt.

A lot.

I remembered he actually pulled near enough a handful out.

Hopefully I wouldn't have a bald patch.

Of course, my reaction had been to pull away.

I didn't want some twat tugging at my hair.

That was when he let go.

He let go and I fell.

Down the stairs.

Face first.

Everything went black after that and the next thing I remembered was waking up at the bottom of the stairs.

Tony was looking down at me.

"Pathetic," He smirked, "Just a little boy. You're a pathetic piece of shit."

He spat on me before walking away.

My head had been banging and I knew standing up wasn't a good idea.

So, that meant I had lay at the bottom of the stairs for who knows how long.

An hour?

Probably more.

My Mom had told me to quit being so lazy and get up before ignoring me for the rest of the morning.

Tony kept laughing at me when he walked past me.

I just kept my eyes on the ceiling, trying to block everything out.

They left around midday and after that, I decided to get up.

I spent the rest of the day on the sofa, watching cartoons.

That was until Gerard had called me.

And so here we are now.

A lonely, pathetic, little kid.

I was such a waste of space.

No amount of painkillers would stop the sharp pain in my head.

In hindsight, that probably wasn't a good sign.

Whatever.

I gave up on caring a long time ago.

I knew Gerard would care a lot if I told him though.

I didn't want that.

I loved Gerard so much and I didn't want to lose him.

No way was I losing him.

How would I survive?

I wouldn't.

I didn't care if I got pushed down the stairs every day.

As long as Gerard didn't find out, everything would be okay.

...Hopefully.

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Really overdue.

Really shit.

Ah, it's good to be back.

-Beth :3