The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 22: Dad?

Probably the only time I'm posting today for this story. I just kinda update too often, so I'm gonna lay off on the updates and do another one tomorrow.

I love you guys.

xoxoCrashFire
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Frank's POV:

The doctor walks in with a clipboard in his hands and a stethoscope around his neck, "Frank, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better, just kinda getting used to the fact that I failed.... Once again," then I sigh, I really do think death would've been a better option for me... I just really hated that everybody would be so depressed.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't fail. I'm the one who saved you."

"Why'd you save me? I wanted to die!"

"There's no such thing as a lost cause, that's why," he answers with such simplicity that I know there's more to saving me than that.

"There's more, tell me the whole reason."

"Well, I'm Doctor Iero."

"Dad?"

He nods his head and forms a frown on his face, "Yes, I'm your father."

"Why'd you leave? Why?! Mom has bed a complete wreck!" I yell, "She hasn't cared about anything than her one night stands and drinking until she shit faced and on the verge of passing out."

"I know.. We were in Maine and... We got in a huge fight, son. She told me to get out, and I, well, got out. I called her multiple times, but she never answered. It wasn't my fault I left, it was hers. Technically, we're still married."

"Holy hell. God fucking dammit. What the fuck?"

"Exactly. And I've basically searched the whole east side of the states looking for you guys, and... I found you," he smiles a little at that.

I nod my head, I can't believe it. My dad, the man I thought left us because he didn't care, didn't love me or mom, didn't want me, and hated the life he had with us, saved me. He saved me dying and leaving my friends and very little family.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He doesn't reply, but I know he heard me.

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The doctor isn't in the room at the moment, so I take this time to ask my mom about why and how sad left, to see of their stories match up.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes, Frankie?"

"Why'd dad leave?"

She's sighs and gets a pissed off look on her face, "That's nothing of your concern, Frank."

"It is, though," I retort, "I want to know about my father."

"Well, you don't need to!"

"I think he does, Linda," The doctor/dad cuts in.

Mom freezes in her place and turns around slowly, "Frank."

He nods his head and says, "I'm alive, I made it on my own just like you said I wouldn't. And you wanna know what else, honey?" He puts a little force on the word 'honey'.

She shakes her head, indicating she doesn't want to know, "No, Frank, I told you to get out of our lives."

"Well, I saved our son's life, I bet you didn't know that."

"I doubt you're the one who did it," mom says harshly and crosses her arms over her chest.

"He did," I cut in, "he was the one who wouldn't give up on me. He told the nurses that there's no such thing as a lost cause."

"So he was the one with the... The, um, the shock things?"

"Yes, mother," I say irritatedly, "he was the one with the 'shock things'."

She turns around to face the doctor, "Thank you," she whispers thankfully.


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Gerard and I are alone, mom went to talk to dad and all that crap.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Gerard asks after about 30 minutes of silence.

"I still want to die, but I'm glad I didn't."

"That makes no sense."

"While I was still flat lined, I wasn't completely dead... In a way. I saw this angel, she showed me some things and then gave me the choice to die or live. After what I saw, I just couldn't die," I explained with as little detail as possible.

"I'm glad you didn't die," he whispers.

"Gerard, can you lay with me?"

He nods his head and I scoot over so he can get up here.

"This bed is small," he points out.

"It is, but that just means we get to be closer."

He smiles and then turns on his side, and I do the same. Then he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, "Better?"

I nod my head snuggle up closer to him, "You're warm."

We just lay there for a while, silence filling the calm air. I like sitting in silence, it's peaceful.

"Frank?" Gerard whispers softly in my ear.

"Yes?" I ask, also whispering.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I would say that you just did, but I'm not in the mood for jokes, so, yes."

"Would you be my boyfriend again?"

I think on it a little, "On a few conditions."

"Anything."

"Don't hit me, ever again. I don't care what Greyson tells you."

He nods his head, "What else?"

"Can we please publicize our relationship?" I ask, knowing the answer will be no.

"Well, I actually have a plan, and after the plan, then yes."

"What's the plan?"

"It's a surprise," he smiles to himself, "but the next time we go to school, we can't be together, like talking or anything. Like what usually happens, then you'll figure out from there."

I nod and list my last condition, "Help me stop self harming."

"How do I do that?"

"Take away all my blades and make sure I'm not cutting when we aren't together."

"How do I know where all your blades are?"

"There's one at the park, where I was laying, it fell through that and onto the ground. Here," I hand him my wallet, "most of them are in there."

He digs through it and collects seven, "Most?"

"Yes, when I get discharged I give you the other one."

He nods his head and wraps his arms around me again, "So, what's your answer?"

"Yes."

I know he's smiling, which I am too.

"Thank God," he whispers.

"My thoughts exactly," I whisper back.

"Hopefully we won't fight as much this time," he whispers in me ear, "I don't like you yelling at me all the time. It truly fucking sucks."

I laugh a little, "Well, if these conditions and your plan work out fine, then that won't happen often."

"Good."

I can hear my mom yelling at my dad, she's yelling about how he has no business trying to find me, how he needs to get out and stay out of my life, like he was supposed to.

"Frank."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

I don't reply for a bit, I just think about those three words for a couple seconds, and decide that I'm not ready to tell him yet, "I know."
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Yay, Frerard is back!

xoxoCrashFire