Your Icy Blues (Frerard)

Part 9 ~ Homophobia Is Gay

I began to blush a crimson red, making a complete fool of myself in front of myself; and of course, Gerard looked the same. "Oh god mom, I- uh," Well this was fucking embarrassing.

"Um, I- I'm gonna g-go..." Gerard mumbled and backed up, stumbling down the step that led up to the porch. I managed to crack a smile watching Gerard sprint to his car in shame, until I turned back to my mother. My smile faded, and her jaw had stayed the same.

"Mom, I-" Her jaw snapped shut, and she put her hand in front of me, looking down furious.

"Get inside." She demanded, and stormed inside. I didn't hesitate at all. My mother was the scariest thing ever when she was mad, and this was one of those 'just kill me' scary things. If that made any sense. She sat on the couch her eyebrows furrowed.

Allow me to introduce my mother. Linda Iero. She thinks she's a widow, but me on the other hand, I believe my dad is still alive. Linda here is extremely homophobic, just because of her ex-husband, who divorced her for another guy. He was the love of her life, and she still doesn't understand how someone's sexuality could change so fast. It was kinda like Gerard and me. I was straight as a line, until he smashed me against the locker with his back, when he was 'being shoved by someone'. Anyways, she later married my present day dad... But he somehow vanished when he took a trip to Mexico with his friends for a week - It's been 3 years. Ever sense she has been miserable, and unable to control herself at times. One day she'll cry a river and slap me across the face for no reason, other days she'll make a giant meal, and smother me in kisses. Bipolar? Perhaps. I have a feeling tonight will one of those 'cry a river' kind of nights. This was going to be fun.

I power walked to the stairs, to rush to my room until I was stopped. "Frankie, get over here." She said sweetly, but also harshly, that gave me chills down my spine. I slowly crept around the corner away from the stairs, leading into the living room. Linda stayed there, her hands on her knees, staring off into space.

"Yes Ma?" I said softly, giving my most innocent face I could pull off.

"What were you doing to that boy, Frank?" Her eyebrows furrowed even more, and she leaned now and held her head down with her hand. "Were you kissing him Frankie?"

"Ma, I-" I tried to explain until her head snapped towards me and she stood up.

"Frankie dear, tell mommy." I was dead at this point. When she talks to me as if I were four years old... shit happens.

"No Ma I just- I just hugged him." I lied. And she noticed.

"No you didn't Fwankie. Don't lie to me." She chuckled, her eyebrows still furrowed.

"I'm not lyin-" I fell to the floor suddenly, and felt a tight burning sensation on my cheek.

"You fucking faggot." She hissed "God hates fags. Go to fucking hell." She pointed towards the door. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted to my room, collecting my clothes, valuable items, and shoved them in a rather large duffel bag. 'Where the hell do I go?' I picked up my messenger bag, and my duffel bag, and walked to my door. I sighed at the sight of my stripped down room, knowing that I'll probably never see it again... ever. I walked out of my door way and headed downstairs, which was probably now trashed, due to my mother's... trantrum. I slowly crept down the stairs to hear quiet sobs coming from the living room.

"Mom?" My voice cracked, peeking around the corner to see her on the couch crying her eyes out. Linda sat near the armrest of the couch, with her hands covering her face, and her knees close to her chest. She didn't do much, just sat there.

"Frankie, why would you lie to me?" She sounded hurt. Hurt enough to make my heart shadder into tiny pieces. I softly whimpered and looked down in shame. "Just l-" Linda threw her head into her knees and cried harder. "Just leave," She sobbed "everyone else left me, so y-you just get o-ut of my h-house too." She looked up at me with her tear-stained face. I stood there, staring at her. What the fuck was I supposed to do? "JUST LEAVE!" She screamed, making me jump and scramble to the front door. 'Well where do I go now? She can't kick me out till I'm 18. It's not even safe to be outside this late.' I sighed and walked down my porch to see Gerard's car sitting there? 'What the fuck?'

I walked towards Gerards window, and gently knocked on it, making him jump. I leaned down, waiting for him to roll down the window. "What the hell are you doing outside my house, stalker?"

Gerard shrugged, looking at the dashboard, and turned back to me. "Before I left, I heard screaming, and, um.." he gulped for a second and looked down "I just got worried, I guess." He glanced at me, exposing his crimson red cheeks.

"So you care about me, huh?" I managed to crack a smile, making Gerard roll his eyes.

"Look, you can stay with me, or you can sleep in the streets." He grunted, and slammed his hands on the steering wheel, with a thud. I giggled and slid into his leathery car. I closed my eyes a bit disgusted, knowing what I was sitting on. "Are you okay?" He looked at me while starting the car.

"I- I'm okay." Gerard took my duffel bag and threw it in the back seat. "Lets just get you to my house." I sighed and slowly nodded my head, while we drove off, leaving my mother there to rot.