Maybe Summer Camp Isn't That Bad With You Here

Chapter 10

[Trigger Warning: mentions of sexual assault]

Gerard's POV

Hints of sunshine kiss my face lightly. Groggily, I open my eyes just the slightest. I look around the room for something. I feel empty, like something's missing. Then everything comes flooding back. Last night. Blush creeps onto my cheeks as I realize Frank held me and sang me to sleep. Very different from what I was told about him at the start of camp. As I sit up, I notice the room is awfully quiet. Brendon and Pete are nowhere to be found. 'Probably eating breakfast' I think, pulling myself away from the comfort of my bed. Slowly, I walk towards the food cabin because I know what's in store for me. People. Socializing. Ugh. I reach the cabin and see Brendon and Pete sitting in the corner, away from others. They seem to be deep in conversation about something important. I'm not really in the mood to eat so I decide to sneakily creep up on them. I overhear "Dude they're my otp at this point, I swear." coming from Brendon. "Who's your otp?" I pipe up as I slide in the seat next to Pete. They jump in their seats, shocked to see me. "Um- um-" Brendon stutters nervously. "He's talking about Dan and Phil. Dan works at a flower shop and Phil gives him surprise visits. They're basically complete opposites but they're made for each other." Pete covers up swiftly. Brendon and him both look at each other and have some silent agreement. I wonder what that's about but I won't question it. I see Miss Nestor walk through the door and call our attention. "Alright stars, (a nickname for the campers) it's time for another activity. This time we're gonna do rock climbing. We have everything set up in the center of the campsite so please throw away your trash and follow me." Brendon and Pete looked excited for this event, ready to show off their "muscles" but I was definitely not happy about exercise. I didn't want to ruin their mood so I stayed quiet as we walked out the door. Everyone followed Miss Nestor but I trailed behind all my fellow campers. I was going back to my cabin because there was no way I was going through with that torture. But as I was reaching my cabin I heard large footsteps. I turned around to see who could have possibly seen me leave. Mason, a familiar face from school. "Uh, hey Mason." I try to say politely. He doesn't say a word. Instead, he gives me a stare filled with.....lust? "Hello, pretty boy." It sounds off and creepy, unlike how Frank says it. He starts to walk up to me. I back away, trying to reach the cabin. He roughly grabs me by the waist as I attempt to escape. "You've always been so beautiful and I've been wanting you to be mine for a while." I'm fighting him, trying with all my might to pull away but because of my lack of strength, it's not happening. "Mason let me go, please." He's not listening and is trying to shove his hand in my pants. That's when I broke. A loud scream erupted from me even though I knew I was far from help. Mason tries to cover my mouth once I start screaming. Suddenly I hear an angelic voice. "Get your hands off of him, asshole!" All weight is lifted off of me as Mason is punched and falls to the floor. I look at my savior. Frank. Arms wrap around me protectively as he speaks. "If you ever, and I mean EVER lay a finger on him again you'll wish you were dead after I get to you." He says it with so much venom in his voice it makes me scared he'll hurt me. He picks me up bridal style and carries me back to the cabin. I'm placed gently on his bottom bunk as he says "I'll be back I forgot something outside." After a few moments, he walks back in with a pastel pink colored bag. "I go out for not even two hours and this happens." Venom is back in his voice again. I don't like it. "But," he walks towards me "I got something pretty for a pretty boy." Flashbacks of when Mason called me that appear in my head. I come back to as flower crown is placed on my head. Visibly, I'm still shaking from the past event so Frank sits next to me and pulls me close. He takes my hand in his and a wave of calm fills me. He kisses it softly. "I don't ever want anyone to look or even touch you that way again." he says after I've stopped shaking. "I'm not leaving your side again after this." I find comfort in the words he says. "Are you mad at me?" I ask a bit worriedly. "No sweetheart, I could never be mad at you. I'm mad at the rat who touched you." I breathe a sigh of relief, happy to see he wasn't angry at me. I lay my head on his shoulder, worn out. I feel him kiss my forehead as I drift to sleep on him.

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Leave it up to me to procrastinate everything until the last day. Whoopsie. But here's a longer chapter because I left you on that cliffhanger for so long.