Demented

'Cause You Haven't Got a Prayer

   "God, Frankie, you're so stupid sometimes," Gerard rolled his eyes in annoyance.

  "Yeah, I know," Frank sighed.

  All Frank did was ask what an antecedent was. After he understood, Gerard decided to attack his intelligence.

   "If you're gonna be a crybaby about it, go outside with your friends."

  "I'm not being a crybaby about it."

  "Good."

  "Gerard?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I'm sorry," Frank apologized.

  "Sorry for what?"

  "Sorry for not knowing what an antecedent was."

  "I'm not going to accept your apology. Doesn't feel good, does it?"

  Frank didn't respond. He looked down at his hands. He pushed his thumbnail into his pointer finger.

  "Are you going to say anything?"

  "No."

  "Answer me. Now," Gerard demanded.

  "It doesn't bother me."

  "You're lying. It does bother you. Why does it bother you?"

  "I don't know."

  "It's because you can't handle the taste of your own medicine."

  "But...but.."

  "Don't argue with me."

  "I...okay..."

  "That's what I thought."

  Gerard was making him feel small. Anyone could feel small with Gerard, and that's not considering Frank's height. The way his demeanor would put you down could really get to a person. Especially a person as vulnerable as Frank.

   Gerard got on top of Frank. He licked his lips checking out every inch of his body. "You also don't wanna make Daddy mad."

  "No, Daddy."

  "You think you made Daddy mad?"

   "Yes."

  "You did. You think you "erk" Daddy sometimes?"

  "I know I do."

  "It's good that you know."

  "I don't mean to. I don't mean to disappoint you."

  "You don't disappoint me," Gerard reassured.

  "I don't?"

  "You don't. You make me proud."

  "Oh?"

  "You always do. Everyday."

  "Oh."

  Gerard kissed his cheek. He lowered himself to his ear. He coldly whispered, "I'm still fucking mad."