Toxic {COMPLETED} EDITING

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As soon as we reach the bathroom, he locks the door, so no one else can come in.

Then he literally picks me up and sets me on the counter. Look I know I am short but, that doesn't mean you can just pick me up like a rag doll.

Next thing I know, he is lifting my shirt and looking at my bare, but bruised and swollen chest.

I instantly recoil away from his touch, just as a reflex, being use to be hit for no reason at all.

He sees my fear, and takes both of my hands in his.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He says, locking eyes with me. "But please tell me who did."

I feel my eyes start to sting with fresh tears, daring to spill over, because I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell anyone.

I can't even imagine what would happen if someone found out.

"I-I... I can't." I say as a tear rolls down my face. "I can't tell you who, I'm sorry."

"No, this this isn't right, you have to tell me so you can be safe." He counters.

I simply shake my head, as he examines my chest and arms again.

"Please, just tell me, I won't tell a soul, In fact I probably hold more secrets then the government does." He says with a slight smirk. "I don't know what you have heard about me, or if you even heard of me at all, but I am what they call 'crazily dangerous'."

I manage to pull my face into a slight smile. And returns the gesture.

"Is it your dad? Your mom? Girlfriend?" He asks.

I shake my head no, knowing that I am gay and deciding if I want to tell him or not.

"Well my dad does, my mom is dead and I don't have a girlfriend, but I don't really live with my dad anymore." I reply.

"So your dad did this?" He asks again.

I shook my head, once again.
"I really want to tell you but if he- they find out then, I will get it worse."

"So it is a guy, since you said he..."

"Please just drop it, I am fine, I am used to it, maybe one day they will kill me and then no one will care and they will finally be happy."

"Don't say that, please, I care. Believe it or not, but I do, not to sound stalker-ish, but you live like 4 houses down from me, and I walk behind you to school everyday, and we have all of our classes together, and I do care Frankie, I really do. I care about you." He replies.

"Why, because that seems like a foolish thing for someone to do." I reply, snappily, why would anyone care about me, and why should they, my dad is to drunk to care. My mom is to dead to care, and my boyfriend is always to angry to care.

"But Frankie, that is where you are wrong." He states, and where did this nickname come from, my mom use to call me that all the time, I was going to say something, but I liked the way it rolled of his tongue, It felt good, like a warm embrace of comfort in the form of words. In the form of my name, an old nick name of what my mother use to call me before she left me to be abused everyday by my father and now my boyfriend.

I wish she were here.

She would have never let this happen.

She would have saved me.

"The foolish thing is that you won't let anyone care for you because you are afraid of getting hurt, but you are already hurting, so my dearest Frankie, who did this to you and where do they live so I can go pycho on them." Gerard, says, with a murderous gleam in his stunningly hazel eyes.

"I wish I could but I am scared Gee." I look deep into his beautiful hazel eyes, that are swirled with golden honey flakes, and green and brown shades. "I am so scared." I know that when I go 'home' I will be punished for nothing and everything I did 'wrong' or what he did and just wants to use me as his punching bag, but I can't run away, I have already tried, I was hospitalized for a whole month and as soon as I was out it was just a repeated cycle. I have to go back and face it. If I don't and return late or the next day, I will be punished, and by punished I mean the shiz is beat of of me."

I keep my eyes held onto his, and hope that he will just drop it, but I can't see what he he is thinking, but I will never let him know it's my 'boyfriend', I don't even know why we use labels, when we dont act like the normal young couple.

"It's your boyfriend." He states. As he stares into my eyes.

"Wha-... how... did... you, know that, I didn't even say anything..? How?!" Was all I could manage out, if I continued mumbling I was sure he was going to slap me like Bert or I would just do it myself.

"Why would you think that I would slap you!?" He says.

My god, I think he can read minds.

"Because every else does, why wouldn't you." Is my simple answer.

"Because I am more like you then you will ever know, or at least for now, but don't worry I will help you." Was all he said back.

As he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to my cheek. I closed my eyes to the sweet sensation, warming my body. I have never been loved by anyone, so a simple kiss is a pleasure, that I don't experience hardly ever.

I open my eyes to see the bathroom empty. And Gerard gone.
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A/N:
I effing LOOOVVVEE the "Im not okay" music video, it gives me llliiiffee! Okay? Okay. Glad we summed that up.