Yes, Mr. Way

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I hauled myself up slowly, grabbing onto the radiator next to me, my stomach was hurting so much it felt like it was still being punched. Tears were streaming down my bloody face and my eyes were quite blurred. I managed to get onto my feet, almost falling over numerous times. I stagger up the stairs slowly, grabbing onto the handle and pulling myself up, my arms felt weak and soon i couldn't pull any more, i slumped down like a rag doll, grabbing my stomach in agony. I had to get upstairs and cleaned up, i couldn't let my mother see me in this state. I don't know where i got the strength from but suddenly i was back up on my feet and clambering up the rest of the way. I finally managed to get myself into the bathroom, looking in the mirror i could see the damage they had done, my jaw was bruised and my lip was cut, blood still pouring from it. I grabbed a towel beside me and wet it a little with cool water, then with a bit of courage, i pressed it against my wound, wincing as i did so. The pain was horrible. After a few moments i pulled the towel away, the bleeding had stopped almost completely, however the bruise was becoming more and more prominent and i had no way to hide it, fucking hell. I guess ill just have to lie to my mother and say i tripped, i guess it will do as a cover up story.

After i had finished cleaning myself up i went into my room, i was still upset by what had happened...They're going to tell everybody and then Mr. Way will hate me! No....stop thinking like that Frank! he wouldn't hate me...I know he loves me too much to do that, But i cant get him sacked, no way, not now. I need him there, he makes it worth while. I sit and think for a while before i hear the door opening downstairs.

'Hello, Frankie' They say...then i realise its my mother.

I walk down the stairs to greet her, taking a deep breath as i did so. As soon as she saw me she gasped and dropped her bag, running to me quickly.

'Oh my god, Frank, what happened!' she gasped, grabbing my face and observing it, making me flinch slightly.

'I fell down the stairs' I said, faking a little giggle after, to make me look like a dick, however it wasn't me that was the dick. It was them fucking teenagers. I wasn't going to tell her that though. Hell no.

'Silly, are you okay?' she said, taking a closer, more observant look at the cut on my lip, it was very sore.

'I'm fine' I lied, faking a little smile afterwards. In reality i wasn't okay, i felt sick, my mind was worrying about what was going to happen over the rest of the week, I just wanted to die right now. I was better off that way, i mean, i am 'worthless' after all.

'Okay' she sighed, picking her bag back up and walking into the kitchen, i followed slowly.

'I'm going to school tomorrow i feel better now' I say sheepishly, looking down at my feet.

'Oh okay, unlike you' she smiles, putting a few things away in cupboards.

I nodded and walked to the bottom of the stairs, Walking up i began to cry again, trying to hide my sobs, as i didn't want my mom to hear anything. When i got into my room i sat on the bed and put my head in my palms, crying uncontrollably. I feel like my life is now over, I'm going to lose Gerard for good and i don't think ill be able to cope with that.

***TIME LAPSE***

I wake up to my mom calling me, I guess i better get up. Sitting up i rubbed my eyes then checked the time, 7:15 am. I had more time than usual this morning as i didn't have to leave until 8. I got up and dragged on my skinny black jeans, followed by my iron maiden t shirt and black vans. I packed my bag and ran down the stairs, my mother was just getting ready to leave for work and she had made me pancakes.

'Thanks' i smiled, whilst quickly eating them.

'Okay, well ill see you later, have a good day' She smiled before leaving, I left shortly after and head to the bus stop, There i saw Mikey as usual.

'Hey Frank' he smiled,

'Hi' I say, pulling my hood up a little, trying to hide my shame.

'You okay?' He said, turning his full attention to me.

'Yeah' i muttered, just as the bus pulled up, which was good as he didn't have time to question the marks on my face.

The bus ride was relatively quiet and soon i was at school, i had maths first so i guess that wasn't so bad, but the only problem was Gerard noticing my bruised face. I walked along the hallway that was scattered with kids and i pushed my way through them. Then i started hearing abusive words thrown my way, like 'Fag' and 'Gay boy', I looked down in embarrassment and tried my hardest to ignore them, but it got to me and i could tell they knew as they laughed cruelly. I walked up to the classroom door and sighed as i walked in, Mr. Way was sat at his desk and i noticed he looked at me and smiled, however i didn't look up to smile at him like i usually did, no, i couldn't, i didn't want him to see. His smile soon faded.
I slowly walked to my seat and as soon as i sat down i felt stuff being thrown at me, one ball of paper even had a note on it, i opened it out and it read 'I'm Frank and i love Mr. Way', i just screwed it back up and threw it on the floor. As a few more kids walked in, i heard them shouting names at me,

'Hey Frank' somebody said from behind, i turned around.

'Your a GAAYY BOYYY' they laughed, high fiving their friends that also laughed with them.

I turned away, looking down in shame and suddenly i heard Mr. Way shout,

'What was that Dan? Being an ass hole are we, shut up and stop picking on Frank' He shouted, slamming his fist on the desk as he got up,

'Why, he's just a little faggot' Dan said, giggling and smirking.

'GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CLASS NOW' Mr. Way shouted, pointing to the door. Dan got up and ran out quickly, ducking under his arm, which made me laugh a little.

'Anybody else wanna fuck around? Ey, ANYONE?....That's what i thought' he snarled as the class went completely silent, as for me, i just laughed at Dan's stupidity. Gerard turned and smiled at me, then suddenly stopped, i think he noticed my battered face, shit.

'Stay after class Iero' he snapped, making me jump a little but i knew it was because he needed to talk to me, which i understand. So i didn't take it personally. I guess i should just tell him...