We Were Infinite. (Sequel/Frerard)

Chapter 4: For Fuck's Sake

Hello, my Cuties! I'm sorry that it takes me so long in between updates, but I HAVE GOOD NEWS! I just got a new laptop! Now I can update whenever I want! :D I've never had a working laptop of my own before, so now updates will be MUCH more frequent. I can't stand writing on Wattpad on my iPhone, but now that problem is solved! :D 

In regards to the bulk message I sent out last week, I will be keeping this story and this plot line. I have the perfect ending to this story, but a lot of you will hate me for it. So keep checking back for update and I'll keep writing! Thanks for reading this little update and enjoy the chapter! :D 

~CutiePie

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CHAPTER 4: 

-----Frank's POV----- 

After sitting on that cliff for more than two hours, thinking about what I should do and crying some more. When I finally manned up a little, it was time to go pick up my boys. I brushed the dirt off my pants to prevent it from tracking it into the car. Gerard was a neat freak when it came to our Prius, not that he was sane enough to care about a little dirt from the throttling he gave me. 

As I pulled up to Tate and Noah's school, I didn't see them in their usual spot waiting for me. A flash of panic hit me, and a thought of my kidnapping years ago fought it's way into my mind. I shoved it down, because Jamia was dead, and Lyn-z and That Bitch were rotting in the Bedford Hills Correctional Facility.

I parked the car in front of the office and got out. I walked around the medium-sized high school for a few minutes, listening for voices. When I heard nothing, I started to be extremely creeped out. Memories from my high school years an through my head, nothing but images of swirlies and wedgies and black eyes. My forehead broke out in a sweat and I started jogging around the school. 

When I was in the last hallway of the school, practically sprinting, I heard yelling from a boys bathroom. I threw the door open and stepped inside. What I saw brought tears to my eyes. 

I saw Tate pinned against a tiled wall, with two football players taking turns beating the shit out of him. They were yelling things at him, calling him emo and a faggot. I'd also been called these things in high school, and that just fueled my fury. In the opposite corner, by the sinks, Noah was being held back by three other jocks. He was struggling like hell to get free and defend his brother. 

None of them heard me come in over all the yelling and punching. I was frozen in time for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do. 

"Hey!" I yelled. "Get the fuck off of my sons!" 

All the heads in the room snapped to look at me. Look of relief took shape on Tate and Noah's faces, but sick grins gripped the jock's faces. The two boys holding Tate dropped him and he crumpled to the cold floor, coughing up blood and moaning. They walked over to me. They were both easily two or more feet taller than me. 

"What're you gonna do, shorty? Infect us with your gay?" That earned a laugh from the other boys, and a cry of frustration from Noah. My rage bubbled up inside my chest and the next thing I knew, my fist was crashing into the taller boy's nose. Everyone stood still, stunned that I'd had the balls to possibly break a high schooler's nose. 

After that, no one else made a move. Noah was released and he ran to Tate's side. He picked him up and carried him towards the door. 

I put on my scariest dad voice and addressed the players. "Don't ever touch my boys again." With that, we walked out and left. 

Noah gingerly put Tate in the backseat and buckled him in. No one spoke on the way home. 

When we got home I helped Noah carry his brother to his room and lay him on the bed, I gave them both ice packs and some Aspirin. 

After they were both taken care of, I went to go take a hot shower. I grabbed a fresh towel from the hall closet and walked to the bathroom. 

When I tried to open the door, something was blocking it. I had to literally throw my entire body against it to open it.  

When I got inside, I wanted to throw up. I saw Gerard, laying on the bathroom floor, covered in blood and laying in a puddle of it. Blood was gushing from his wrists. 

Could this day get any more fucked up?!