The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 27: You Lost Me

Gerard's POV:

"Gerard, if you hit me, you lose me," Frank says in a shaky voice. I know he's scared of me, I know he knows I want to hit him.

I don't know why I get so angered at him all the time, but this time was because he lied. He told me that he doesn't care about the past, then he brings up how I've dated sluts.

I narrow my eyes and mutter, "You lied," then shove my open hand forward, slapping him on his left cheek. I never let go of his arm, but after I slap him, I shove him to the ground.

He looks up at me, tears filling his eyes while he holds his hand to his red cheek, "You just lost me," then he gets up and starts walking away.

He doesn't look back, he doesn't stop, he doesn't have any sense of hesitation in his step.

I just lost Frank.

"Frank! Frank, I'm sorry!" I try to apologize, I'm so stupid. I knew I was a monster, I'm a horrible person.

He turns around to answer my apology, "For what, Gerard? For hitting me? I warned you. Twice! If you hit me, you lose me. Look at what you just did. You just hit me, and for what? Some rush you get from seeing me in pain? I get it, I can't defend myself, but that doesn't mean you hit me every time you get mad. Fuck you, Gerard! Fuck. You," then he turns back around and starts walking, then running.

I'm such a monster, I'm a horrible monster. Gerard Way is a monster.

If only Mikey and Ray would've waited for us, Mikey would've stopped me. He would've convinced me that what I was preparing to do was wrong, he would've told me that I would be losing my future, my life if I hit him.


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I walk inside the house, tears running down my cheeks, "I'm home, Mikes."

"Gerard, what- what's wrong?!"

Ray turns around on the couch while Mikey walks over to me, "Tell me what happened."

"F-Frank... I hi-it Fr-Frank," I cough out, "I ruined o-our rela-ationship."

"Why did you hit him?! Gerard, you knew exactly what you were risking by doing that!"

I don't answer, I don't want to tell him the pitiful excuse of 'I was mad.' No, I'm not a toddler who hit my mom on the arm because she wouldn't let me get a toy from the store. I'm a 15 year old who just slapped his boyfriend because he lied and kept pushing on my nerves. It's still pathetic and awful. I shouldn't have done that and I know it.

"Why aren't you answering, Gerard? Why did you do that?!" He asks in a rush, he's panicking.

"Mikey," I whisper slowly, "go check on Frank. Make sure he isn't hurting himself."

"Gerard, I swear to God, if he's hurting himself, you're going to pay," Mikey threatens then runs out the door and across the street to Frank's house.

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Mikey's POV:

I don't think I could be anymore upset and pissed off. How could Gerard? He knew what he was risking, he was risking Frank, the one person who can truly keep him sane.

I knock on the door in a rush, "Mikey, wha-" Linda tries to ask, but I cut her off, I don't have time for questions!

"Not now! I need to talk to Frank!" I shove my way past her and into the familiar house. I jog up the staircase as fast as I can, and shove open Frank's door.

"Frank," I whisper in shock.

He turns around and drops his blade, there was blood pooling from his arm, "Mikey... He-He hit m-me..."

I stand in shock in his doorway, looking at the mess of bloody tissues surrounding his bed.

"I'm s-s-sorry, M-Mikey," he sobs while wiping away fresh tears.

I nod my head and walk over to him, "It's okay, Frank, just let me help you."

He nods his head frantically and points over to his dresser at a giant roll of gauze. I let out a shaky breath and walk over to the dresser, grabbing the gauze.

When I get over there, I realize that Frank is shaking, he's panicking.

"Mikey... I.. I did-didn't me-mean t-to go s-so de-deep," he stutters out horribly.

I just shake my head a little bit and concentrate on wrapping up Frank's arm, I can't believe it.

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Frank's calm now, he's just sitting on his bed, staring down at his arm.

"He broke his promise..."

I look up at him, "I know.."

"He got mad at me.. We were arguing over why I didn't say 'I love you' first and then... He hit me.. He slapped me, and... I told him that he lost me.. He tried to apologize, but I wouldn't accept it.. Then I came home.. I found the blade I didn't give Gerard and..." He trails off and continues staring at his arm.

"I'm sorry he hit you, Frank... I told him that if I come here and find you hurting yourself, that he'll pay," I inform him, "I told him how much he knew he was risking by doing that.."

"Did you come here on your own?" He asks randomly.

"No, Gerard told me to come make sure you weren't hurting yourself."

He laughs bitterly, "So, I guess he only cares when I want to kill myself."

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I can tell this is going to be quite a long story.

xoxoCrashFire