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

Oh My God

**CONTAINS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR AND CONTENT SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND UNCOMFORTABLE**

{Frank's POV}

"You better get home now or I'm coming to get you."

I stared at the text for the second time.

I had stopped outside my front door.

My Mom would never send me a text like that...

So...

Was that Tony?

That had been my first thought when I had read it.

That was why I had left so suddenly.

It wouldn't have surprised me if Tony had taken my Mom's phone.

Seemed like something he'd do.

Cautiously, I checked the front door.

It was unlocked.

That wasn't a good sign.

When I was inside and I had shut the door behind me, I looked around.

Neither my Mom or Tony could be seen.

Another bad sign.

Maybe I could make a run for my room and spend the rest of the day in there.

I didn't get as far as the stairs though.

As usual.

"Finally," Tony appeared in the kitchen doorway, "Where the fuck have you been?"

I sighed.

Why did we have to go through the same shit every day?

"Out," I replied just to annoy him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Stupid kid."

For fuck sake.

Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Where have you been, queer?" He repeated.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll tell you."

I couldn't help but wind him up a little.

After all, it was the least he deserved.

He walked up in front of me and looked down at me.

He clenched his teeth, "Where. Have. You. Been. Queer.... Please?"

Wow.

Seriously?

"Why should I tell you?" I snorted.

He was growing angry, I could tell.

What he did next surprised me.

He smashed me against the wall which knocked the wind out of me.

It took me a second to breathe normally again.

He kept me pinned against the wall; his forearm pressed into my chest.

"Get off, Tony..." I struggled against his grip.

He shook his head and his stupid smile appeared.

I hated that smile so much.

"Tell me where you've been," He wasn't letting go.

Looked like I had to tell him.

"Just at Gerard's house..."

He let go but soon both his hands were on me, on the tops of my arms.

"You should stay away from him," Tony stared into my face.