~franks p.o.v~
I climb back in my window "what....was...that?" I say as i smile goofingly. I wasnt too worried about my mother...i knew she was asleep, or binging on some chips and dip in her room, more or less, watching Family Guy, laughing her ass off. I look down at the ground about to squeal over Gerard, hes all i can think about.
"GODDAMNIT FRANK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" Oh here we go again. "YES MA'AM?" she stands at my door, and looks at the opened window. "Where were you?!?" I shake my head "i was getting a breathe of fresh air outside. I promise." She kicks my basket over "goddamnit you little fag, where were you? Were you across the street with that hunk of a fag too?" She looks over at his apartment which i left his door open "YOU WERE OVER THERE WITH THAT FAGGOT" she gets over my guitar case and grabs my hair as she hits me.
Yay! Another round of abuse...im so not over it.
I start too scream "stop, yes ma'am i was at his house, for a little bit, i promise. Please stop!" She lets go of me and spits on me. "I didnt raise my son to go against the lord. You little piece of shit faggot" she kicks me and leaves me on the ground and walks out.
I was still thinking about Gerard....i cant keep my mind off him...thats why my mother wasnt such a pain to me...
I start too climb out my window and stands on the ledge climbing off the ladder and i run too his apartment. "GERARD...help" i sigh.
^^^^^^
Frankie
Im so sorry
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