𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 † 𝐟.𝐠

Chapter Eight~

But I'll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I don't wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one
♡

Here Frank sat, listening to his father go on and on about what he had just done.

He was yelling as if they were the only ones in the house. Like Gerard wasn't upstairs scared to death. Though Frank doubted that his dad really cared. All he cared about was the sin that his son had just committed. He yelled for what felt like hours about how disgusting Frank was, and how he 'should disown him right now.' It was all static to Frank. He couldn't get his mind off of the boy upstairs that he just wanted to protect.

"Are you even listening to me?" He exclaimed angrily.

Frank didn't change his bored facial expression.

"Mmh." He said keeping eye contact.

"Ugh, what is wrong with you Frank?" He dad m asked desperately, seemingly wanting an answer. "Your mother would be so disappointed." He sighed hopping to get a reaction out of his son.

"You know what? Fuck you!" Frank yelled getting so close to his father that their noses would have been touching if Frank was taller.

Frank left the living room furious. How could he bring up his mother? Frank wanted to break everything. He hatted his father so much at that moment that he coukd kill him. But he didn't have time for jail.

"Frank?" Gerard said quietly when Frank bursted in slamming the door.

"Are you ok?"

"Frankie?"

Gerard was annoyed at this point. "Its not my fault your dad yelled at you..." He murdered.

Frank took his face out of his hands turning has gaze towards Gerard. Frank saw red right then. Just red. He grunted rolling his eye's. Frank didn't know what to do with himself at that moment. He wanted to run away from everything.

"Gerard just shut the fuck up." He said not really thing or caring at that moment.

Gerard gasped chewing on his bottom lip. He didn't do anything, he simply asked a question and now everything was going to crap.

"What did I do?" He asked, tears beginning to prick his eyes.

Frank noticed and guilt automatically washed over him. Gerard was fragile. He was playing with glass.

"Oh God, Gee I'm sorry I wasn't thinking. I just - Fuck." Frank said walking over to Gerard and sitting next to him.

"It's ok."Gerard said leaning his head on Frank's shoulder.

Frank pulled away quickly, sighing.

Gerard pouted. What had he done?

"G-Gee... You should go." Frank said standing up.

Frank didn't want Gerard to be there when he finally did break down. Frank also didn't want to hurt Gerard just because he happened to be there when he was mad.

Gerard was fragile, Frank just wanted to protect him. And if he had to protect him from himself then so be it.

"Frank I'm sorry I-I" he pleaded playing nervously with the end of his skirt.

"Gee." He said softly, but sternly enough for Gerard to get the idea.

Frank walked down stairs making sure that his dad didn't even look at Gerard.