Illumination of the End (Frerard)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

The pair of hands whipped Frank around to face Jared. He had a crooked smile across his face which made Frank want to hit it off of him, but he was pinned hard against the lockers. Frank squirmed around kicking his legs with no prevailing. 

"Who was that? Hmmm, does little Frankie have a boyfriend?" he taunted. Frank didn't answer; he pulled his left arm free of Jared's grip and sent it straight into Jared's nose. Although Frank really wanted to run after Gerard at that moment to apologize, he couldn't let Jared get away with saying something like that. Jared stumbled back a few feet and wiped the blood off with his sleeve while he glared at Frank. A crowd had gathered around them, and a couple of Jared's friends edged him on. 

"Fight! Fight! Fight," they chanted. Frank stood there returning Jared's evil glare. 

"Well faggot, you gonna fight, or be a little pussy and stay over there?" snickered Jared. There was that word again. Faggot. Frank hated that word more than he hated Jared, which is saying a lot. His face grew red with anger and maybe a little embarrassment. He lunged forward, but Jared swung his arm around hard, hitting Frank square in the jaw. He could taste the blood in his mouth, but he still tried to pick himself up off the floor. Frank managed to get on all fours before a foot was sent flying into his stomach. He collapsed to the ground once again and tried to find his breath.

"Come on fag, get up and fight!" yelled one of Jared's friends, but Frank was no longer listening. His breath had been kicked out of him and he may have heard one of his ribs cracking in the process. He shook his head to show that he gave up and clutched onto his chest as he gasped for air. The crowd of people scattered away, and a few of them congratulated Jared with high fives. Frank laid there on the ground until he felt someone help him up. 

Frank shot his head up hoping to see Gerard, but instead, it was Mikey who had a concerned look on his face. He didn't want to seem anymore weak than he already did, so he shook Mikey off of him and stomped down the hallway and out the front doors of the high school. This is exactly what he had been trying to avoid. His mouth was still bleeding and he found it hard to take in each breath because of his rib. Frank was hurt. Mentally and physically. He wanted to go back and talk to Gerard, but on the same hand, he wanted to go back and beat the shit out of Jared...

He decided to find a place to rest instead. The cemetery wasn't an option, for the cops would definitely be showing up there today in search of Frank. The only other place he could think of was the park. It was the only option he had left. He stumbled for about half an hour until he reached the park. It wasn't the biggest park, but it had a little playground and field that Frank used to play on when he was younger. Now, the only time he came to the park was to make a drug deal, but he was here for a different reason today.

He found his way into the slide that was completely covered and climbed in as best as he could. Frank let out a sigh and tried to wipe away the blood from his mouth. He made a note of his injuries. There was a big bruise forming on the side of his cheek. His mouth was still bleeding a little. And one of his ribs felt as if it were jabbing into his lung. 

"What am I gonna do?" he mumbled in frustration. All of his things were still at Gerard's house. He had no clothes, no blanket... no cocaine.. Frank surprised himself by thinking of the coke because ever since he had been staying with Gerard, it hadn't crossed his mind even once. When he was around Gerard, he simply didn't need it, but now that he had fucked everything up he longed for it. Frank dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out six crumpled dollar bills. He knew it wouldn't get him much at all, but anything was better then nothing. It could take the pain away for a little while, and he'd be able to fall asleep easily and sleep his stress away. Of course, the stress never went away, for after the high faded Frank was faced with the harsh reality that he had blown all his money on drugs and that we had gotten nowhere. But at that moment Frank wasn't quite in the right mindset for 'making good decisions' so he chose to find Marcus.