Help || Frerard

Chapter One

A/N: this contains mentions of abuse, eating disorders, OCD, depression, and a shit ton of social anxiety. Read at your own risk.

28 of September 2020.

Frank woke up just like any other day.

Blink three times or you will die
One, two, three.
Done
Are you sure?
Yes
I'm not
Fine.
One, two, three

This was normal for Frank, battling with his own mind, it was bound to happen.

"Hey, it's 5 AM. You wanna be late for school?" Asked Frank's father. Father wasn't a great word for him. More like "the guy who raped my mother and forced her to marry him." But although he couldn't care less if he died, he himself didn't want his life ended by an alcoholic with anger issues.

"HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

"Yes, sorry, sir."

"Get your ass downstairs and get the hell out of my fucking sight."

"Yes sir, sorry... sir."

As he brushed his teeth to his maximum speed capacity, he could hear the sound of glass shattering on the floor and a choked sob coming from his parent's bedroom.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FOOD?! YOU CALL THIS FOOD, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!" His father yelled.

"I-I'm sorry! I was in a rush! I-"

"I don't want to hear any of your god damn excuses. Clean this fucking mess up, I'll come back late. You better fucking behave."

Did he hurt her?
Of course he did
You should go over there
No, he is going downstairs
How could you possibly know it's him?
The sound of his shoes
Touch your head
Why?
Touch it now or your mom will die
Fine
One
Done
Happy?

He wished he could escape this thing he called a home. Take his mom and fly far away from it.

He could hear the door opening. His mom was walking towards the bathroom. Her eyes were puffy and she was trembling a little.

"Good morning, Frankie."

"Good morning, mom."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." The main door closed, his dad had left the house. He breathed normally again. His mom did too. "How about you?"

"Yes. Breakfast's on the table."

"Thanks, mom."

"Your welcome, sweetie." She smiled sweetly at him.

His father may be a complete asshole, but his mother was a very kind woman. Unlucky for her, she got scared easily and had no family and only one friend.

I have to help her
Will you be able to?
Yes
Frank no
Frank yes
Frank no
Frank maybe
Frank no
Frank no, you're right. I'm not even sure I'll make it out of here alive.

It was true, maybe he wouldn't. He has bruises everywhere which made him wear long sleeves and turtle necks from the times his father would harm his neck.

He got downstairs and he smelled.. what did he smell?

Pancakes?
Probably
Maybe waffles
Seems about right

Everything looked neat and in place. Perfect even. His mom knew he had problems with mess. He went to see someone about it when he was a little younger, her name was Kaitlyn.