Vampires Will Never Hurt You ☆ FRERARD

Chapter 2

"Frankie, you lied to me. You said if I stayed out of the way, he wouldn't hurt me," Marty cried, holding onto Frank.

"Hey, shh, it's okay, not too loud. I'm sorry, Marty, I really am." Frank hugged his brother tightly. "Please don't cry..."

"My shoulder hurts..." Marty whimpered. "He was drinking his angry juice. Where did you go? You could've saved me, Frankie."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry..." Frank said quietly. He gently rubbed Marty's shoulder. "Does it still hurt?"

Marty nodded and sniffled. "It's okay, Frankie. I'll be okay. I'm a strong boy."

"Yes, you are a strong boy. I'm so proud of you," Frank said, smiling warmly at Marty. "You wanna get some sleep now? You don't need to worry about him anymore - he's asleep now."

"Okay, Frankie." Marty nodded and hopped into his bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. "Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you too, Marty, sleep well." Frank blew his brother a kiss and left the room.

As soon as Frank got back to his room, he collapsed onto his bed and allowed the tears to fall from his eyes. All he needed to do was be there for his brother and he failed. Because he felt the need to leave the house, Daniel had hurt Marty. He never understood why people had children only to abuse them.

About twenty minutes passed and Frank hadn't moved at all. He had no need to move. He just wanted to lie on his bed and cry his heart out. He wanted his life to be easier. If it was better, he'd actually want to live. The only thing stopping Frank from ending it all was Marty. He couldn't imagine the look on his face if he found Frank dead one day - it'd traumatise him.

Frank heard a rustling in the bushes right outside his window. He knew it was probably a stray animal or something, but he still went to double-check. Opening his window, he popped his head outside and briefly analysed the bushes.

"Boo."

"Who's there?" Frank asked nervously, reaching for his Science textbook on his desk, reading to strike if this was some kind of murderer.

"Just me. Hello again." Gerard popped out of the bushes and waved at Frank. "I didn't catch your name before."

"My name's Frank," he answered somewhat casually before realising something really off. "Wh-wh...How did you find my address?!" Frank stared at Gerard in fright.

"Frank, Frank, Frank...I love that name...It feels good on my tongue and it tastes like bubble gum. Hey, that rhymes! That's what you remind me of! Well-written poetry, meaningful song lyrics, and-"

"How the fuck did you find my address?!" Frank asked again, this time harsher.

"I hardcore stalked you for seven years and now I have every bit of information about you from your blood type to the school you go to. I know everything." Gerard nodded seriously before laughing. "What do you think, silly? I followed you back here. You have a very distinct scent, by the way. Kind of like rainwater mixed with the stagnant air of a closet...and a hint of cologne!"

Frank gulped. "O-Okay..." He honestly didn't know how to respond to that.

"Relax, sweetie, I'm not a creep or anything, but I do unironically listen to that Radiohead song." He laughed, a little too hard at his own joke.

Frank felt more tears roll down his cheeks so he wiped them away quickly, not wanting Gerard to see that he was crying.

"Anyways..." Gerard started, "Is your brother okay?" Gerard leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.