Some Secretes Are Meant To Be Told (Frerard)

Home Alone

OKAY GUYS FIRST, IM SORRY FOR NOT POSITNG. SECOND IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. THIRD IM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING THIS ACCOUNT FOR LIKE A YEAR NOW. IM SORRY, BUT NOT TO WORRY, I AM OFFICIALLY BACK NOW, AND WILL REMAIN HERE ATLEAST UNTIL I FINISH THIS STORY, CANT LEAVE YOU GUYS HANGING. SO ENJOY THIS LITTLE THING, SORRY IF IT SOUNDS WEIRD, I HAVE TO GET BACK INTO THE WAY OF THINGS. 

AGAIN IM SOOOOOOO SORRY

WELL ENJOY GUYS

PS. VIOLENCE AND BLOOD, YOUVE BEEN WARNED

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I paced up and down my living room, it had only been a few minutes since Gerard had texted me that he was on his way and I was already panicing. My stomach was turning and my head felt dizzy. It was like if my whole body knew that I was going to go through a whole conversation that could end me and decided to make it worst by making me sick. I walked over to my couch and buried my face in a pillow. What am I going to tell him? Do I just come right out and say, 'hey by the way that night that you asked me if I was hiding something from you, well I lied. I am hiding something, and that something happens to be the fact that my father abussed my mom and I and now we're hiding from him, and we're pretty sure that if he finds us he'll kill us. No i couldnt say something like that, I can just tell him that my mom and I are running away from something. Or we could say that my dad abussed us but is now long gone and that dream was a repressed memory that came back to haunt me. Or you could tell him the truth Frank. He is your boyfriend after all, he'll end up figuring this out anyways. I let out a long sigh, this is what I get. I deserve this. I should've never lied to him, I should've just told him when I had the chance. Maybe then I wouldnt be feeling this horrible. 

I stood up and walked to the coffe cup I had poured myself, I gulped down the liquid and closed my eyes. If this goes wrong i'll be loosing more than just someone I love. I'll be loosing a friend, I'll be loosing someone that I truly need. I'll be loosing the only person that could save me from my despair. I started to walk back to the couch when I suddenly got a strong feeling of being watched. I looked around, I was alone, my mom was at her shift right now. I brushed of the feeling as me being paranoid and completly over stressed out. As I began walking to the couch I heard a door open, I froze. My body not able to move anymore. Horror and panic filled my veins and spread throughout my whole body. I slowly breathed in and turned back, half expecting it to be my mother or Gerard on the door way. 

"I'm home" a voice chimmed throughout my house. My sense quickly took action before my mind had. I ran towards my phone but was pulled back bymy hairs.

"You know it really hurt when I woke up that day and realized that my wife and son had left me, complete;y abandoned me." he said as he dragged me across the floor. I squirmed around and clawed his arms and legs but he wouldnt let go. Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. 

"I personally think you need to be punished" he said as he threw me across the room. I quickly got up on my feet and tried to run for the door back as tripped over. I looked back and saw that my dad was holding me by my ankle, a grin from ear to ear showing. he slowly started to pulled me towards him. I dug my nails on the floor trying to not get dragged away, I knew if I let him drag me to him something horrible would happen. I tried with all my strength but in the end he was stronger than me and with one final jank I was pulled towards him.

He pinned my down and smiled down at me, "I'll let you of with a warning right now, but if you're not home by next week Ill come back here and I'll punish you until you beg for death to take you" he hissed. I looked up at him, horror filling my body, my heart was racing and I couldnt control my breathing. He took out something from his pocket and showed me what it was. It was my pocket knife, the knife I had left behind. He slowly opened it, admiring the sharpness of the blade. He looked down at me and his smile grew. 

His arm quicky leaned down on mine, making the blade enter my skin. I let out a loud cry, the pain was nothing like I've ever felt, but it didnt stop there. He slowly dragged the blade down, making a long gash from my uper arm to my wrist. Blood was spilling out, tears running down my cheeks and my crys were unhear and unnoticed. 

He then proceeded to do the same thing to my other arm. The pain was slowly wrapping itself around me. It was unbarable, I felt my head and vision go blurry. I was about to faint from the pain, but was slowly brought back to reality when I felt the blade on my stomach. "I change my mind, I might as well kill you know" he purred. I cried out for help, but was quickly silenced. I dont want to die. I dont want to die. I cant die yet. I havent told him yet. I havent confessed yet. 

The front door of my house was suddenly  kicked down. Both Gerard and Mikey ran into the room, but before they could even do anything my dad had already ran out the back door. I slowly looked up at both of them and then my head fell back, and darkness sorrounded me.