The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 8: I'm So Sorry

Gerard's POV:

I feel horrible, it's times like this that makes me wish I could be more understanding. My temper caused Frank to get hit. I feel horrible! Ugh.

"Gerard? I'm going to the hospital, are you coming?" Mikey asks while walking out the door with mom.

"Yes, I need to apologize to him."

I walk out the door and to the car. "Shotgun," I mutter and them get in.

I've already thought out what I'm going to say, I've practiced it just to make sure it makes sense and so I don't ramble and sound stupid. Gosh, Gerard, like two weeks ago you couldn't give two shots about this boy and now you're freaking out over an apology.. What is up?

We pull into the parking lot and I immediately get right out of seat and sprint to the door. I walk up to the receptionist and, very out of breath, mutter out, "Frank Iero."

"Um, sure, room 238."

I say a quick thanks and run to the room, right as I walk in I notice that Frank's eyes are closed.

Then the doctor comes in, "Um, is... Is he in a coma?" I ask is a hushed tone.

"Oh, no! He didn't get that much damage. He has some scrapes and them a minor concussion, luckily his head didn't hit that hard."

I sigh in relief, thank god!

After that I smile happily and go take a seat next to Frank.

Mom and Mikey come in, "How is he?"

"Well, the doctor said that he has scrapes and stuff and a minor concussion."

~*2 Hours Later*~

Frank is just now waking up, I've been waiting forever!

"Frank! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you h-"

"Who are you?" He asks, interrupting me.

"Wh-What?" I manage out, he couldn't have forgotten me.

"Who are you? That's what I said."

I sigh and sit down, "Nobody, I suppose."

"Wait, so, what happened?" He sounds really curious, I can't even... I'm so sad now.

"Well, two days ago you were at my house. We were working on a song you were writing and it was going really great. Then Mikey, my brother," I point over to Mikes, and Frank nods, "pulled you aside and talked to you, I was going to the kitchen to get another soda and I overheard him saying some stuff. I got kinda mad because he was talking about how you shouldn't make the fact that you have, or had in this case, I guess, a crush on me. I started yelling and then basically threw you out of the house. You started crying and ran right into an oncoming truck. And now you're here."

He takes it all in for a moment, "So, you were apologizing about kicking me out?"

I nod and slouch in my chair with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands.

"Well, if it means anything, I forgive you."



The doctor comes in, "Hello, Frank, how are you?"

"Um, I lost my memory..."

"What? Really? Of how long?"

"I don't know, wait, how old am I?"

"14," I answer, "turning 15."

"Okay, my last memory is... I don't know, am I in Maine?"

"No, two years ago you moved here to New Jersey," Mikey answers.

"Okay, because I remember something of over the summer when I was 12," he seems happy, I mean it's good.

~*3 Hours Later*~

So, we've been filling him in on stuff that's happened, he's actually started remembering, surprisingly. But... He doesn't remember me. Like, at all. He says that he feels a void in his memories, like someone is missing in them. He hasn't quite come to the conclusion that it's me, and I don't want to tell him. I don't want to tell him that I've been his bully for the past two years and I've called him a faggot almost everyday, I've shoved him in lockers, thrown him around, and been a huge dick. I'm not letting him know that.

He's into seventh grade, he says he remembers the year, school and everything. Coming over, playing video games with Mikes, mom making them something to snack on.

~*1 Week Later*~

The hospital let Frank go even though he hasn't even gotten a lot of his memory back. He doesn't even know that he's a ninth grader. He thinks that he's in eighth, so Mikey has to show him around and stuff. We convinced the office to switch all of Frank's classes to match Mikey's to make the process easier.


"Hey, Frank?" I ask as we walk to school.

"Yes?" He asks.

"There's going to be like ten guys who are going to pick on you today. Call you a faggot, push you around, and hurt you. Just, don't take their shit, okay? You're better than they are."

"Why do they pick on me?"

"Well, because you're gay, and they're extremely homophobic."

"That's stupid! It's not my fault I'm gay, I can't help the fact that I like guys! Ugh, first day back and I'm going to get treated like crap. I'm going to show them..." He mumbles and then crosses his arms.

"Good," I smile.


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