A Sold Lover (ferard oneshot)

A/n sort little oneshot I wrote. I thought it was longer but that was my other one. I'm also part way through a Johnlock oneshot and a destiel oneshot/song fic. Lemme know if you'd read either if those and ill finish :)

Tittle came from @watson2013 thank you!




(Ferard) One shot


"Frank!" My so called 'father' yelled. He slammed the door open and I whimpered, pushing farther into the corner. "Go take a shower. You have another costumer and I want you to be clean." I buried my head in my arms and let out a sob. "Oh, stop being a baby. He's the same age as you; 18."

"I'm 16," I whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I told him.

"Good," he said grabbing me and dragging me into the bathroom. "Shower. And be snappy."

I quickly showered and dried off before walking to the living room and standing in the doorway, staring at the floor.

"This is him?" I heard a gruff voice ask.

"Yeah. Short but..." My father trailed off. The man came and grabbed my face roughly, turning it different directions.

"Gerard will like him," he stated.

"Frank, go wait in your room." I walked to my room and curled in the corner.

I don't know how long I sat there but eventually someone was shoved in the room with the door locked behind them and a voice yelling something I couldn't understand.





Gerard's P. O. V.



My dad shoved me into a bedroom and locked the door behind me.

"Be back in the morning!" He yelled. Fucking bastard. Bringing me to someone's house to basically rape his child. How could you do that to anyone?

I decided, the moment my dad told me what he was planning, I would not do anything to this kid. I noticed him sitting in the corner and made a move to walk over.

"Please don't hurt me too much," he whispered. My mouth fell open on shock. What had they done to this kid?

I sat on my knees in front of him. "Hey, hey," I said in a quiet, hopefully calming, voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"That's what they all say," he whispered as tears fell from his eyes. They? Holy shit.

"Shhh. Shhhh. Don't cry. I won't even touch you. I swear," I said.

"Buh-but you ha-half to. Muh-my dad will beat you if you-you don't," he started sobbing.

"It's okay. Your dads not here. Shhhh."

"Wh-what?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Your dad and my dad went to some gay bar or something. They're not here. You're safe."

He stared into my eyes for a few minutes, searching for a reason not to trust me. His eyes were sad and broken and bloodshot.

"R-really? You won't hurt me?"

"I promise-no, I swear I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to."

After a minute of silence he held out his hand. "I'm Frank," he mumbled.

"Gerard," I replied, shaking it. "Wh-what happened?" I asked, meekly.

"My dad. He. He s-sells me to people. Let them...." He trailed off and started sobbing into his arms. "I-I haven't been to school since my mom died when I was seven. I can't even read."

I gasped. "He's been doing this to you since you were seven?"

"No. He waited until I was 13 so I was big enough," he whispered. "He beat me for six years, though." He wiped his arm across his eyes and chuckled darkly. "I'm such a failure," he mumbled.

"No you're not, Frank. You're just an innocent person thrown to a shitty father."

He launched himself at me and started crying on my shoulder. "I don't know what to do, Gerard."

"Shhhh. It'll be okay, Frank. Here," I picked him up. "Come sit on the bed. It's late and the ground is uncomfortable." As soon as I set him down, he backed against the wall and whimpered.

I stepped back and put my ands up, palms out. "I won't hurt you, Frank. You should sleep, though. I'll sleep on the ground." He nodded and got under the blankets while I laid on the floor.



For an hour I just laid there thinking. In the morning I was going to wake Frank up and we were going to run.

"Gerard," I heard a voice whisper. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, Frank," I answered. "I'm awake."

There was silence for a few more minutes.

"Ya... Ya know... The ground's. It's probably r-really uncomfortable," he stuttered out. "Do-do you want to come lay up here?"

I looked towards the bed to see him peering over it at me.

"It's fine, Frankie. I know you don't want me up there. I'm fine down here. I've slept plenty of uncomfortable places."

"I... I think I'll be fine. I-I mean you haven't.... done anything. I-I think I finally got through my head that you won't."

I sat up and turned to face him. I smiled, tiredly. "It's fine, Frankie. I'm fine down here." A blush grew on his face and I realized what I'd call him. "Oh. I-I... S-sorry. Ya know, for calling you Fr-Frankie."

"It's okay... Gee," he blushed again. "I like it."

I smiled. "Good night, Frankie." I went to lay back down but he stopped me.

"No. Sleep up here."

I sighed. "You sure?" He nodded and I searched his eyes for any sign of a lie. "Fine." I tried to stay as small as possible on the edge of the bed. I'd never really slept in the same bed as anyone (unless you count my lanky brother who sleeps like a starfish) and I didn't want to make Frank uncomfortable.

He frowned at me. "Is... Is there... Never mind," he finished, looking elsewhere.

"No, what did you want to say?" I asked, softly.

After a minute, he glanced up at me. "Did... Did I do something wrong? Do... Do you not like me?"

"What do you mean?"

The blush returned to his cheeks. "I-I don't know. You're as far away from me as you could possibly get and you didn't even want to sleep up here. I-I mean I can sleep on the floor I-if you don't want me here. I-I'll be fine."

"No, Frankie. I know how the other people great you. I don't want you thinking I'm like that. I'm not going to take advantage of you. Hell- I don't even want to make you uncomfortable." He smiled at me softly and blushed again, averting his eyes.

I finally closed my eyes to sleep after a few minutes of silence.

"G-Gerard?" He whispered, so quiet I wasn't sure he'd actually said anything.

"Yeah?"

He was quiet a moment before replying in the same meek voice, "Will you cuddle with me? I-I-I mean, I-I just like feeling safe. I want to know you're there."

"Of course, Frankie. I'll always be here." Frank turned around and I curled around him, wrapping my arms around his waist spooning him. He was so small; so fragile. I don't understand how anyone could let this happen.




I woke up a few hours later in the same position we'd fallen asleep in. The sun was just barley coming up, so I knew we had time.

"Frank?" I whispered, shaking him gently. "Frankie?" He groaned and opened his eyes. "Frankie, we're busting out."

"What?" He whispered, harshly. "Are you crazy?"

"Not that I know of."

"We can't just leave, Gerard. My dad will find us."

"I'll never let him hurt you. Come on. We'll go to the police. Have him arrested. Then you'll be safe."

We sat in silence for a while before he looked up to me. "O-okay. But what about your dad?"

"He'll probably go to jail, too. It doesn't matter. I'll take care of my brother and you."

He looked me in the eyes and whispered, "okay." Before we got out of bed, threw in clothes and escaped out the window.