𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝) [on hold]

✧ Chapter 14 : The Catharsis ✧

The dreams stopped. I didn't need them anymore. I had the truth, and I had Frank. But I also had a pounding headache rising and stunning me awake.

I noticed that my head was lying on Frank's chest once my eyes had managed to open. I looked around confusedly. I was lying next to Frank, in his bed. My fly was open, as if my pants had started to be taken off. Oh my God, what happened yesterday?

I sat up and rubbed my eyes with two of my fingers, progressively recalling what had happened as Frank started stirring the way I was minutes ago.

I winced from my killer migraine. I hadn't thought that my reckless decisions would have led to such physical pain against emotional soothing.

Frank stirred in a way that remotely reminded me of a cat. The thought made me smile a little. " 'Morning, Buttercup," I heard right next to my ear as I felt the slight weight of Frank's head on my shoulder as he rested his chin there. His voice appeased me. No, his mere presence did.

"What time is it?" I asked before looking at the time on my phone myself. It was Monday, 11:34 a.m.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." I groaned.

"What is it?" Frank asked, standing up from the bed.

"We missed school this morning."

"Wow, hold on, I'll get the rope so we can hang ourselves. What a tragedy."

I sighed. "My parents are gonna rip my head off. I vanished without warning anyone. They're pretty strict," I informed, standing up to fix my pants.

"Wow, if they are 'pretty strict' to you, I prefer not to wonder about the opinion I'll have of them," Frank commented.

He put his hands on my hips and gently brought me a little closer. He hesitantly leaned forward before stopping inches from my lips.

"Are you still okay with me kissing you?" he asked carefully. It took me time to process a question which answer was so obvious to me. "I thought that perhaps after obtaining what you wanted from me - the truth - you'd lose interest in me and leave."

"Well, I'm still there, aren't I?" I said softly, capturing his lips with my own in a short kiss. "You piqued my curiosity, to say the least. I misjudged you. I'm sorry."

"We're both sorry, but I don't think we should drown in regrets of past mistakes. Regrets are poison. Let's move on."

I hummed. Frank and I kissed deeply, before being rudely interrupted by the ringtone of my phone. Frank broke the kiss to let me answer. 'I'll take care of that', he mouthed to me, pointing at my own vomit from yesterday that I hadn't had time to clean up. God bless Frank Iero.

I answered the call and heard my father's voice. "Dad?" I said and Frank looked up at me when I uttered the word.

"Gerard? Your school called. Why weren't you in class this morning?"

His voice sounded suspicious. I started panicking slightly. "I visited Grandma's grave. I was feeling a little sick so I couldn't go to school, sorry."

"Where are you, son?" Dad inquired. I gulped nervously.

"I-I'm at Lindsey's house. I spent the night there," I said, making eye contact with Frank. I felt ashamed to lie about that, especially in front of Frank. I must have hurt him... But I remembered how much my father disapproved Frank and our relationship. Lying was the only way.

"You better not be lying to me, boy. I'm going to phone your girlfriend's parents."

"I'm not, trust me. Um, bye Dad." I hung up and sighed.