The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 18: I Believe Him

Another update! Yay! So, I'll probably update a lot these next few weeks, so prepare for a load of Frerard coming from this chick!

xoxoCrashFire

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Gerard's POV:

I think Frank is actually taking the break up harder than I am, I mean, yes, I'm crushed and hurt but Frank is literally moping around school. He walks with his head down, hands dangling at his sides, his hair isn't fixed like it usually is, he doesn't say anything and barely does anything. I'm seriously worried about him.

This morning in music class, he didn't play. He cried. He just let tears fall and started blubbering about how he deserves all the pain he can handle. I pulled him into the hall way and tried to calm him down, but he just... He couldn't. He tried to, but when he did, he started hyperventilating.

It's been five days since he ended it.

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The last bell rang and I didn't even acknowledge the fact that it did, I sar there. Watching Frank as all the other students filed out of the small classroom to find their friends.

"Gerard, Frank, shouldn't you be going home?" The Spanish teacher, Mrs. Gold, asks us.

"I'm just going to... Yes.." Frank says and slowly stands up.

I follow his lead and walk out with him, same pace.

"Frank, what's wrong?" I ask stupidly. He's on the verge of tears and I can't stand it, there has to be more than just the break up.

"I... I.. A lot, Gerard."

"Please, tell me," I order softly.

"N-"

"Way! You got him!" Greyson says, cutting off Frank.

"Yeah, don't worry, I got him this time!"

"Alright, man, see ya tomorrow!"

I nod and turn back to Frank, "Why won't you tell me?"

"Because," he says stubbornly.

I think for a minute and then grab Frank's arm, pulling him along with me, "I'm not letting you get away before telling me exactly what's wrong."

"Where are we going?!" He asks in surprise.

"You'll see."

I pull him all the way to my house.

"I'm not going in, Gerard," he says and tries to pull his arm from my grasp.

I smirk and pick him up, "Yes you are, Frank."

He doesn't protest because I'm a lot stronger than he is, so he just stays in my arms with a pissed off expression coating his beautiful face.



When we get downstairs, I put him on the floor and stare down at him, "Please?"

He shakes his head 'no' and stands against the wall facing the stairs.

I sigh, frustration quickly coming, "Well, do you want coffee?"

"Sure.."

I nod and walk upstairs, holy shit this is going to take a while. I go to the coffee maker and fill up the pot and pour it in the back, I measure out the coffee grounds and put it in the filter and switch it on.

I hear the basement(a.k.a. My bedroom) door open and close. I look over and see Frank making his way towards me.

He sits down gently on a barstool and stares at me, "Why are you so persistent with making me tell you what's wrong?"

"Because I care about you."

"Well, let's recap the two years before this one. What did that consist of? You calling me a worthless piece of shit, a faggot, a sinner, telling me how no one would give a shit if I died today, taunting me about how I self harm, beating me up everyday," he's wearing an angered expression and staring me down.

"How did you find out about that? You said your memories were only vague."

"I made Mikey tell me the day I broke up with you," he explained in a monotonous voice.

I sigh and put my head in my hands, "I'm sorry, Frank. That's just... What I thought was right-"

"Right?! Right?! How is that right?! You made me want to die, Gerard! Mikey also told me about all the times I tried to kill myself, he told about the suicide letters I had, how my mom found me almost dead in a pool of my own blood! How he found me hanging from my ceiling with barely a pulse left! All of my notes said in one place or another 'Tell Gerard I finally did it.' Is that right?!" He was now standing and getting louder.

"It isn't, but I didn't-"

"Know. You didn't know about it because we knew that you would've laughed that I failed. Tell Greyson about it and have you taunt me even further. You just don't see how bad you hurt people, do you?" He asks in complete hurt.

"Yes!" I scream, "Yes I do! I realize perfectly well how bad I hurt you! How I hurt everyone else! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?!"

"Tell Greyson that you hate him. Tell him how you feel. About hurting people. About how you're not straight. Everything."

"I can't."

"Yes you can! You're only scared because you know that he'll go against you! Stop being such a wimp and suck it up! Okay?!" Then he makes a go for the door and I quickly stop him, "Please, what's wrong?"

"Greyson. He's what's wrong. Without you even knowing, he's been going at Mikey, Ray, and I. He told me to kill myself because nobody cares, not even Mikey and Ray. And you know what the worst part is?" He asks me in hysterics.

I shake my head, urging him to go on.

"I believe him. He's right, no one cares about me, the pathetic little faggot who slits his wrists," then he runs out the door.

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I'm sorry I'm making them fight so much. *sigh*

And sorry if there's any errors, I'm shaking kinda bad... So..

xoxoCrashFire