Give me a reason to believe (Frerard)

VIII.

*Gerard's POV*

-THREE MONTHS LATER-

Bert and I are doing fine. Frank has stopped hanging out with us. I tried calling his phone but he never picks up. I've tried walking up to him to talk at school, but when he sees me, he walks away.

Bert and I are at his house right now. We are watching a movie in his room and he's had a few drinks now. "Want some?" He offers his bottle to me for the millionth time. I decline it. "Why don't you want any?" He asks and coughs. "Not in the mood for beer" I say and turn my attention to the movie.

"Come on, don't be a little bitch" He says and shoves the bottle to my face. "I said no Bert" I say and scoot away a bit. He sits up and places the bottle on his nightstand. "Why are you being like this?" He yells and gets on top of me. "Being like what?" I ask and try to wiggle from his grasp.

"Like a bitch, I'm being fucking nice to you and you're fucking rude" he says and grabs onto my wrists. He holds them over my head. A glint passes through his eyes. Yeah, he's gotten drunk but he's never acted like this before. He kisses my neck harshly. "Bert, stop" I say. He lets go of my hands and takes off his shirt.

"Put your shirt back on" I say and he looks at me. "I'm the one who demands here, not you princess" he says and somehow manages to take my shirt off. He kisses me, harshly and roughly. He works on his jeans and I try to push him off. "Stop" I say. He does what I did not expect.

Bert slapped me.

"Stop trying to push me away" He yells. I hold onto my face where he slapped me. "Take off your pants" He says in a commanding voice. "What? I'm not ready for this Bert" say in defense. "Fucking take off your goddamn pants" He says and slaps me again. "Fucking bitch, I'll do it myself" He says and takes my pants off. "Stop" I yell and feel tears in my eyes. "No one can hear you" He says.

"Turn around" He commands. I don't move and he hits me again, in the eye this time. I yelp and hold onto my eye. He turns me around and trails bites down my back. I feel a rush of cold air as he pulls down my boxers. "Stop" I yell again. Bert grabs a tie and covers my mouth. I imagined my first time as me being Anastasia Steele and the other Christian Grey. But that is totally not happening.

He covers my mouth and flips me onto my stomach again. I look back and see him take off his own boxers. He spreads my legs and I feel something at my entrance and Bert thrust harshly into my. I scream but my scream is muffled by the tie.

I cry as he thrusts into my again, and again, and again. I hear him grunt behind me. He slaps my ass and I cry more. "Fuck" I hear him moan and he stops. "You better not tell anyone about this" He growls into my ear. He pulls out of me and collapses next to me. He grabs his beer from the nightstand and chugs it. After a while, I hear light snores coming from him. I untie the tie from my mouth and walk to the mirror. My cheek is red and my eye is light purple. My mouth is red where the tie was tied tightly.

I touch the area and it hurts. I wince and grab my clothes. I put them on and begin to walk home. I get a few stares, maybe cause I'm slumping, my face is red, and my hair's a mess. "Mama, what's wrong with him?" I hear a kid ask. He points at me. "It's rude to point Joe" lady says. "I'm sorry" She says to me. I walk faster and as I pass the park. I see it's lonely.

Memories of Frank and I playing and having fun flow into my mind. I smile at the memories, but it hurts to smile. I walk down to the swings and sit on one. I look at the empty swing next to me and talk "I remember the last time I came here. It was with you Frank" I say as if he were here.

"I miss you, and I'm sorry for everything I did, for what I said" I say. "I probably look crazy talking to nobody. But I just had a rough time. Bert, he-" I begin but cry. I hear noise come from the tower which was connected to the slide. I look up and see a head poke up. It's Frank.

His face is red and blotchy. My eyes go wide and he gets off the structure. "Frank" I whisper and he looks at me. He puts out a cigarette and lights another. He walks away and I get up from the swing. "Hey Frank" I yell and attempt to jog to him. My legs hurt and I stumble to the floor. Frank keeps walking and I get up. I succeed and reach up to him.

"Frank" I say ad grab his shoulder to turn him for him to face me. He looks at me and his cigarette falls from his lips. I step my heel on it to put it out. "What happened to you" Frank says and brings a hand up, I turn around. "I'm not going to hurt you"He says softly. I look back up at him and his eyes were watery. "What happened?" he asks again.

Oh his voice, his soft caring voice. I've missed it. "Gerard?" He asks as he waves a hand in my face. "W-what?"I ask. "What happened to you?" "I, Ber-" I say and cut myself off. "You better not tell anyone about this" Berts words come to me.

"Bert? He did this?" Frank asks. "No, I didn't say Bert" I answer.