The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 16: I Can't....

Frank's POV:

Last night was so... I can't even think if a word. It started off with Gerard close to tears that I had cut and hugging me and begging me to promise to never do it again.

I didn't promise, I tried to tell him why but he wouldn't listen. Then he started yelling, he was making me feel horrible.


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I walk over to Gerard's house, I'm early and my house is boring.

I just kinda walk in because I always do, and the first thing I see is Mikey and Ray making out on the couch. I immediately get angry, but decide to hide it. I've gotten good at that.

Then I go down to Gerard's room, I don't feel like watching my two best friends suck face, like, holy crap! Get a room.

When I get down there, he hasn't noticed so I decide to use it as an advantage.

I laugh internally and go to the far side of his room.

I stand in the corner and just watch him. He gets up off his bed, with a tired groan and scratches his head sleepy, while letting out a yawn.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and takes off his shirt, "Nice body," I say just out of the blue.

Gerard jumps and turns around, but doesn't see me, "Frank, where are you?"

I let out a mischievous snicker and sneak over across his room, unseen, and hide behind the stairs.

"Come find me," I whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

"Come on, Frank, just come out," he sounds exasperated.

"Okay," and I snicker again. His back is facing me, so I sneak over to him and tightly wrap my arms around his waist.

He jumps slightly and puts his arms on mine and grabs them with his hands. I shove my face in his back and say, "Good morning."

"Good morning," he replies and pries my arms from around him.

I was about to protest when he turns around and hugs me, just as tight.

After he lets go, he asks, "Wanna go upstairs after I change?"

"Mikey and Ray are having a before school make out session on the couch.."

"God fucking dammit. I guess I'll have to break them up... Again," he sighs and puts on a shirt and some pants.

He goes upstairs so quietly that we can hear their fucking spit being sloshed around. Eww.

He walks over to Mikey and flicks him in the ear.

"What the actual fuck, Gerard?!" Mikey asks in complete surprise and anger.

"Well, maybe if you'd do that in your room, we wouldn't have this problem."

"So, if I come home to you and Frank doing that, can I flick you in the ear?" He asks in rage.

I start blushing, knowing that Gerard and I won't be at that stage for a while.

"No," Gerard says simply.

"And why not?"

"Because I'm older, you get to just tell me to quit. Besides, I would never. I have a perfectly spacious and comfortable bedroom where we could do that, you idiot," he says and heads for the kitchen.

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Gerard and I are just now getting into sight of the school, he immediately tears his hand away from mine. He looks down and whispers, "I'm sorry, I'm just not ready."

I shake my head, obviously disappointed. He needs to face it, he likes me and is my boyfriend, just because Greyson doesn't agree with that, he doesn't need to abide by it and hide our relationship from everyone except his mother, Ray, and Mikey. Like seriously..

When we get near the school yard, Gerard starts walking faster and gets a good ten feet in front of me. Yeah, Gerard, love you too...



The minute I step in school, Ray and Mikey are shoved away from me and I'm thrown into the door of a locker, the lock pushing itself into my upper back.

"Hey, Iero," Greyson says in his deep voice.

"Hey, Stortz," I manage to get out through my gritted teeth.

"How have you been? I missed you, you always seem to get passed me," he smiles wickedly and pushes me harder into the locker door, the lock digging its way even further into my spine.

"I've been fine," I mutter out weakly.

"Mm, I'll just have to change that!" He exclaims and slams we back into the door. He throws me down and kicks me even more.

"Gerard! I got him today! Come help!" Greyson calls to Gerard, hopefully he wouldn't agree.

"Alright," he mutters monotonously.

Next thing I know I'm being lifted from the ground and thrown back into the door, with less force though.

"Gerard," I whisper, "what are you doing?" I knew Greyson didn't hear, he's across the hall grinning in pleasure at my pain.

"I'm sorry, Frank, please forgive me," he whispers back and then brings his arm back and punches me.

The force of his punch was strong, but less than Greyson's, I groan in pain and fall limply to the ground. Right when I hit, I was met with a firm kick to the stomach.

"Hey, nice one, Way!" Greyson cheers and lightly punches Gerard in the arm.

"Thanks, it was nothin'!" Gerard exclaims.

I'm now slumped on the ground, the pain only slightly unbearable.



I decide that I'm going to skip again, it's not like mom cares. This whole memory thing was the first time she has actually cared about me since last year. Other than that she doesn't even waste her breath.


I have a slight memory of someone, a female.

I let my mind lead me, I walk out of school and towards my house. I saw my house but kept walking, I made a right and went on a few streets. At the street named "Richardet Drive" I turn and search for the house numbered 279 and walk up the drive way and to the front door.

I hope I'm right.

I knock three times and wait.

About 7 seconds later the door opens to a female, she has dark almost black brown hair, blue/green eyes with golden brown around the pupils, a small nose and plump pink lips. She's slightly overweight and is wearing a huge smile.

"Frankie!" She exclaims and pulls me into a big hug.

"Um," I gulp and continue, "please don't be offended, but I don't remember you, what's your name?"

"Skylar," she responds, obviously confused.

"Sorry, about a month ago I got memory loss and yeah. My mind had bits and pieces of memories from here and of you, I felt like you could help me," I smile shyly and hope for the best.

"Of course, Frank! I always help you, always have since we met!"


She leads me inside and we go upstairs into a bedroom, her's, I assume.

"What's up, Frank?" She asks as soon as we get in.

"Um, do you know about Gerard?"

"Yes, you have a major crush on him!"

"He's my boyfriend," I correct.

"Since when?!"

"Like a week ago."

"Wow. And I used to think he'd never bat for that team. How'd that happen?" She looks extremely happy, I think I'm about to ruin that...

"Not important, but what is is that he still hangs around that douche, Greyson and his little pack of followers. He never shows our relationship in public, he's scared to. And today he beat me up for Greyson just to keep his reputation," I let some tears slip and press my back to the wall, making sure not to hurt the area where the lock was though, and hit my head on the wall in frustration.

"I'll kill him," she says through gritted teeth, "I will kill that bastard!"

"No, no! No murdering. Just... I didn't know who to come to, and I remember you being... Uh.. A really good giver of advice."

"Ah, have you talked to him about it?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"He still beat me up."



We get to the bathroom and she sees all the bruises, the worse one being where the lock pressed into my back, it's a pretty deep bruise, and the lock even drew blood.

We cleaned it up, turns out my eye is black now and I'll have a large bruise on my stomach and multiple on my back.

Just what I need.

"Now, Frank, let me see your arms," she orders me. I suddenly freak, nonononononooooooo way!

"Why?"

"I know about your self harm, it's okay."

I flip my arms over and she gasps, gosh I hate myself.

"Let me help you with those," she says.

"They're already healing."

"Not those two, those ones are deep and getting ready to rip open," she explains while digging through a cabinet for something.

"How do you know?"

"Frank, I struggled with self harm myself."

"Oh.."


She ended up getting this anti bacterial soap and cleaning up the cuts gently, the two that she said were getting ready to rip open did. I freaked out a little, but she helped me.

She put some of this ointment stuff on there that's supposed to help it heal and everything, then she put a bandage and some gauze on it. I didn't realize how deep they were, they would not stop bleeding. Ugh...


School just finished, so I figured I should go home. I hug Skylar and thank her for helping me, she advises me to talk to Gerard...

"Bye, I'll come back soon!"

"Please do! I missed you!"
I laugh and walk away, now to home!

*~*~*~*~*~*

As soon as I get to the street, I see Gerard, Mikey, and Ray.

"Shit," I curse under my breath, I'm not a lucky one. I just keep walking with my head down in hopes that they don't recognize me.


"Frank?" I hear Gerard ask, I ignore him. I'm not blowing my cover.

"Frank."

I ignore him, yet again.

Then a hand forces me to turn around, "Frank."

"What?!" I shout in his face, "What could you possibly want? You've already beaten me and refused to show our relationship in public! Do you wish to hurt me more? Which one this time? Physical or emotional? Both, maybe!" I'm now sobbing in hysterics, I'm shaking from anger and my stomach is knotting in pain.

"No, I wanted to apologize," he whispers.

"There's nothing to apologize for! An apology won't fix my hurt feelings or the bruises that now litter my body! Look what you do to me, Gerard! I care about you so much! I would never hurt you, but you seem to have no problem hurting me. What did I do?" I sink to my knees and put my hands on ground, I'm on all fours coughing horrifically, my throat is becoming more raw from the yelling of yesterday and today.

"You didn't do anything," he says calmly, "I care about you, so much, but I just... It hurts me to lie about our relationship, but I can't come out with it yet," he tries to explain. He gets on one knee and tries to help me.

"No, Gerard. I don't want... I don't want your help. I.. I don't want you... I don't want... Us."

"What? What... No, please don't say that!" He begs, he knows what's coming.

I start coughing more and then look up at him, "I can't... I can't deal with it anymore. I can't have a boyfriend that hurts me, that lies, that won't face the truth or get rid of his awful friends. You made me hurt myself, many times. You hurt me, Gerard, in so many ways," I'm now sobbing, I'm choking on my words. They're so hard to say that it's almost impossible to say them, "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore, Gerard."

His face when I said that made me want to take all the words back. His face immediately fell, he looks at the ground and I see the tears falling.

It hurts me to know that I just hurt his feelings, that I just crushed him, the man I love.

"Frank... Please don't say that," he sobs.

"I'm sorry," I whisper hoarsely, "I'm so sorry."

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;-; The feels.

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