Desolation Row (Frerard)

Part 3

There I sat, on Mr. Way's bathtub, as he cleaned the cuts on my face. I should be feeling uncomfortable about being in my teachers house and having him clean off my bruises. But when I was with him, I feel safe. I felt like nothing could harm me when he was by my side.

"Sorry if this stings." He held a rag up to my nose and started to dab at the blood. I flinched in pain, but he took his hand and held my head still. HIs hands were rough from work, but comforting.

He put his hands down and said, "I assume you don't want me touching your other cuts so I will leave the stuff here for you." Mr. Way started to get up to leave but I stopped him.

"Wait!" He turned around and looked at me. "Some of the cuts...they are hard to do by myself.......could you do them for me?" I could really take care of them by myself, but I just wanted his hands to touch my skin. I wanted to feel his fingers softly glide over my tattoos. I want him.

"I guess if it's fine with you." He sat back down. "Do you think you could change out of your skinny jeans? It's hard to clean your leg when your pants are so tight. I have some spare clothes you could borrow." I was surprised as much as he was for the gesture.

"Whatever is easier for you." Mr. Way held out his hand and helped me get up. He led me to his bedroom and gave me an extra pair of clothes. Now I really feel like his boyfriend.

"I'll wait in the bathroom." He said as he shut the door. I looked around his room, going through some things. I know it's not right, but I need to find out more about Mr. Way. After all, I was in his house getting changed into his clothes.

There was Metallica and Sex Pistols posters on the wall. At least he has a great taste in music. I finished looking around and changed into the fresh pair of clothes that he gave me.

I limped over to the bathroom but stopped myself when I saw a painting of a guy on the wall. On the bottom it was signed by Gerard Way. His name has a nice ring to it. I moved my eyes over to look at the guy himself. He looks oddly familiar. All of a sudden it all clicked. It was me. Mr. Way had a painting of me on the wall. He painted me. Why did he paint me? It's not like he paints any of his other students. Or does he?

"Frank?" Mr. Way asked as he popped his head in the hallway and saw me staring at the painting. He walked over to me and looked at the painting too.

"Who is he?" I asked him pretending to be clueless.

"I....saw him on the internet. No one special. But his face was too beautiful to ignore. His body is also very slim and pale. Everything about him is perfect." He snapped back into reality and realized I was still standing right next to him. "Do you want to clean the rest of your body?" He asked.

"Oh, right." I looked him up and down his body, biting my lip. If he really thinks those things about me, I might as well give him some signs that he is not the only one with those feelings.

^^Time Lapse^^

After he finished, he