Gerard's POV
I open the door and see Frank...beaten. I freeze in fear. I immediately realize he needs help and grab him and pull him inside. "What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?" Frank just stands there staring at the floor and slowly takes off his shirt and pants.
I become confused and then stare in disbelief. He was covered in bruises and random patches of blood dripping from various cuts. His hair was wet so I guess he took a shower. He looks up and me and says shakily "the police didn't believe me...i don't think anything was broken surprisingly...". I didn't know what to say. "What happened" is all I could blurt out. Frank grabs me tight and hugs me.
"The beat me...they cut me and yelled at me...the raped me". I hold him tight. He's crying now and I'm close to it. I let go and grab his hand and pull him to the kitchen. I get the first aid and some rubbing alcohol. I sit him on the counter and clean up the cuts and put a few stitches in the deepest one.
After I'm done I help him off the counter and help his upstairs. I lay him in the bed and lay next to him. I put my arms around him and he flinches a little. I pull him closer and he jumps. I wondered why he was acting like that then it hit me. What those people did.
Frank falls asleep in my arms and I fall asleep shortly after. I start to have a dream that me and Frank..uh..let's not talk about that but I wake up to Frank holding me tightly, trembling. I pull him closer until we touch and he starts to cry into my chest.
I get a fuzzy feeling in my stomach as I comfort him. He falls back asleep and stays for the rest of the day.
