Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 9- Brotherly love

Gerards POV

I've just dropped Frank back to his real house, its small and suits him. I wish he would tell me whats really bothering him because I know there is and I just need to find out. I need to. Its bothering me too because I want to help him. When I arrive home, theres a black car in the drive and its dark outside I can only see it because of my headlights. What the fucks going on today, all I know is I got work in an hour and I'm shattered. I really just wanna go to bed and lay there forever. With Frankie of course. When I open the door, I hear shouting. For fucks sake I don't want any rows between Taylor and Mikey tonight, I had enough tears before New York. New York, it is the city of dream.

"She's staying with me!" Mikey screams at an unknown source but I think its Bob. Fuck, it's Bob. Mikeys screwed. Bobs voice raises higher as Taylor keeps wimpering. I see her first, hunched over and crying.

"Mikey, shes my sister so fuck off! It was your little problem that started it, it's gone now and she's coming home with me!" Bob screams back, I turn the corner to see them all.

"Taylor are you okay?" I ask calmly at the crying poor girl infront of me, crying like theres no tomorrow.

"Fuck off Gerard, she's nothing to you" Bob shouts at me, I move back alittle in fear but I know he can't hurt me. He has no reason to. His eyes are ablazed with hatered towards my brother Mikey who hates guys like me in every way. I wish he could exept me, because dad didn't nor mom even though she acted like she did, shame she wasn't an actress because she showed more emotion than Kristen Stewart. Taylor coughs before attempting to defend me which I don't need. I learned to take care of myself.

"Shut the Fuck up Bob, Gerards been so nice to me unlike you. Ger, I'm okay." she tries to smile but fails, its more of a cracked smile from another broken soul in this house. Bob turns back to Mikey and presses him against the wall. I run up and try to push Bob off my brother but Bob pushes me to the floor. Taylors screaming not even words just a sound as I stand up again. He won't win again. I see Mikeys eyes fearing for me but I don't need him to, I'll be okay.

"Fuck off my brother Bob" I am against violance but he's gonna hurt Mikey, and no one hurts Mikey without going through me. No one. No matter how ginger or big they are, he's my brother and I'll die for him. He better fuck off my brother before I fucking kill him if he hurts Mikey. He's hurt him before but not again.

"Or what you little prick? He fucking got my little sister pregnant!"

"Well you should have been keeping a closer eye on her instead of some fucker elses wife!" I scream back. He lets Mikey down and turns to me. I found Bob at some girls hospital bed last year and I've seen them a few times around town. She's married to some rich guy across town which I've seen in celeb magazine's. Bob knows full well who I'm talking about.

His fist readys to collide with my face when the front door opens to see a short shadowy figue. Frank.

"Gee, its.. What the fuck are you doing with him?" He turns towards me, his eyes wide and his sholders square, fists clenched and teeth biting hard onto his gums. He looks so damn hot right now. How does he know where I live? Why is he hear?

"Bob, I think you better be going" Taylor dares speak up. Frank could take him and hes now out numbered and knows he's gonna lose. Bob slams his list through my moms painting which I hated anyways. He turns and leaves through the back door, leaving Taylor here with us, where we know shes safe.

Frank runs up to me as I grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen. Mikey still doesn't know about my sexuallity but I want him to know once day, not now because all the stress Tays putting him through but I know he lofes her. Once in my kitchen, I kiss him hard and long.

"You didn't have to do that, I could have took him" Frank laughs quietly as the moonlight hits his face making him look like an angel.

"Oh yes, a Mike Tyson in you yet" he laughs facing away from me, leaning onto the empty sink. Mikey taps the door lightly before Frank opens the door, looking up at him.

"Gerard, can I talk to you in private please?" He asks, eyes low like his pissed at me. I look at Frank almost for permission and leave, closing the door behind myself leaving him alone in the dark. I want to be back with Frank. I sulk inside my head.

Mikey and I walk through the house, up the stares and into my room without saying a word and as per usual, I follow him even though I am older but none the wiser.

We sit close together on my bed, only my dim bedroom lap lighting the room for me only to see Mikeys face.

"Gerard we have to talk. I know that you think I'm homophobic but I'm not. Gerard, I've always known about you being gay and I want you to know, I'm here for you and I always will be.I love you bro and I just want you to be happy, with whoever it is." I am speechless. Mikeys always known I'm gay? How? Does it even matter, he exepts me like my dad never could. I feel the erge to cry through happiness as the feeling of a thousand bricks leave s my sholders.

"Mikey, I... thank you, you have no idea what this means to me." I fall into him for a hug as his long thin arms wrap around me. I love him.

"Its okay, go back to your boyfriend and no fucking while I'm awake okay?" He laughs while we both stand and walk out the door. I run through the house, past Taylor and into the still dark kitchen where I hear Franks heavy breathing.

"Frank, Frank never guess what?" I jump while his hands touch mine.

"What?" he asks worried.

"Mikey accepts me for who I am Frank, he wants me to be happy. " He holds my arms tight and spins me slowly, kissing me as he does and lifting me up onto the kitchen cabinets, that night we take it slow again. Slow and passionate just like yesterday. I did not moan or groan or scream, I just told Frank how much I love him and I always will.

"How'd ya know where I live? Not like I want you to go but how?" I ask the question thats playing on my mind as we lay on the sofa together.

"I use to walk here when I was younger and saw you here. I remember at school when I bunked off, I would pass here and see you walk in. I assumed you never moved from this huge house." he answers.

"Why'd you come? good timing by the way"I compliment him as he kisses me softly and quick, it feels so strange but right, kissing a boy in my house. Take that dad you fuck, one of your sons isn't a fuck up! (Mikey)

"To give you your jacket back" he smiles before remembering.

"Shit, I left it in the house"

"Dont worry, we'll get it tomorrow"

I will always love him and I know it.