Ten Reasons (Frerard)

Chapter 10: You're Ugly, You're Beautiful

//Tw: scars, self harm mention\\

I really hate Jay, he can burn in hell for all I care.

Once you mess with my friends, that's where you fucking cross the line.

Now, Frank and I are at his house, up in his room reading comics.

Earlier, I had completely forgotten everything Jay had said to me so I could focus purely on Frank.

For some reason, all of it was hitting me now.
I sighed and got up before walking out of Frank's room and to the bathroom.

Confused as fuck, Frank followed me to see if I was okay.

Short answer: I'm not. If you want honesty, I never really am.

"Gee? What's wrong?" he asked.

I'm just standing in front of the big wall mirror, my gaze scanning my arms in the reflection. "He's right." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Frank's eyes followed mine and then he realized what he was talking about. "Baby no he isn't. Why would you think that?" Frank asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His face poking out from one side so he could look at me.

"It's so easy to believe one's words when you believe them yourself..." I spoke sadly, tears pricking my eyes as I attempted to fight them off. "Gee no... every scar tells a story, every one of them are beautiful in their own way." Frank said.

My sad eyes caught his in the mirror. He looked sad.

Frank made me turn around before taking my hand in his and walking back to his room.

He pushed me onto his bed before laying next to me and hugging me tightly. "You're beautiful, you're perfect." He mumbled before leaning over me. "Do you trust me?" He asked. I nodded instantly.

He kissed me on the lips before leaning down and he did something no one has ever done before

He started with the faded ones, then worked his way to the worst, deepest, and the ones from this past month.

Frank was leaving small kisses on all of my scars.

He ended on the worst one: it was a nasty cut scarred over completely. I remember exactly when and how I got it. The memory is too painful to even think about.

"Frankie... why?" I asked as he came back to lay next to me. "Because you're perfect. All of you is perfect. Every part of you is perfect in every way. Even the scars." He said.

I started crying and he hugged me tightly. "No one's ever said that to me before." I told him. "I'm happy to be the first. I'll say it all day every day if I have to, just to make you believe it." he whispered.

I pulled away and sat up, so did he. My head fell in shame. "That's not all..." I whispered.

Frank put a finger under my chin gently and made me look at him. "Not all what baby?" He asked.

I tore my gaze away from his, my hands falling onto my lap, resting more on my thighs.

I believe it was then he realized what I meant. He made me lay back down. I couldn't see what he was doing. He began pulling down my jeans until they rested at my knees.

"Oh Gee..." he whispered sadly.

That confirmed that he had seen them.

Dozens of tiny scars littered my thighs. These were worse than the ones on my arms.

Frank leaned down and did exactly what he had done to my arms and kissed every scar before laying back next to me, helping me to pull my jeans back up first.