Give me a reason to believe (Frerard)

XXVI.

*Gerard's POV*
"I-I, nothing" I stutter and look down. "Gee, tell me. You can talk to me" Frank says and comes closer to me. "I can't" I cry out and place my head on his shoulder. "Yes you can" he says and places a hand on my knee.

"Bert's back" is all I say. "H-how do you know? I thought he was moving" Frank asks. "He's leaving on Wednesday after school" I say. "Hey, that's not long. Well, I mean it's Monday, and we're already halfway done with the day" he says reassuringly.

"F-frank" I stutter. He looks down at me, "yeah, gee?" "I Lo- I mean, Bert told me to not talk to you" I say. "W-what? Why?" He asks. "I don't know Frank, I don't know" I cry out and bury my head in his chest.

"He said that is he sees us hanging out, he'll beat the living shit out of you" I mumble into his hoodie. "But he's leaving, right? He'll leave us alone" Frank says as he runs his hand through my hair soothingly.

"No, he'll have his friends watch us, don't tell him I told you, or he'll beat us both up" I say and look up. "Hey, hey. Don't cry" Frank says and wipes my eyes with his thumbs as he cups my cheek. "I just gained you back, I don't want to loose you again" I say.

"You won't lose me Gerard, I'll be here, with you. I won't leave you" he says looking deeply into my eyes. He leans in and I do too.

Our lips touch and I swear, there is always electricity when we kiss. I love this boy with every ounce in my body. The door swings open and Bert walks in, great.

"What the fuck?" He yells. I pull back quickly and sit against the wall, scared for Frank and I's life. "What did I tell you Gerard?" Berts neck snaps to look at Frank.

"What are you doing with him?" He asks Frank and lifts him off the ground by the collar of his hoodie. "Nothing, I was-" Frank says and Bert punches him in the face with his other free hand.

"Frank!" I exclaim and go to them. "Don't hurt him" I say and try to push Bert, but he's to strong. "Fuck off Gerard" he says and pushes Frank into the wall. He lets out a groan.

"Oh god" I panic and kneel to Frank. "Frankie" I cry and cup his cheek. "I told you to fuck off" Bert says and pushes me harshly. My head hurts the cold, hard wall and everything goes black as I see Bert punch Frank in the face once again.

*Frank's POV*
"Gerard!" I cry out as I see him laying there. "I swear to God I'm going to kill you" Bert says and walks to me. "W-What did I do to you?" I cry out in pain. "You mother fucker took Gerard from me" he says and slaps me across the face.

"How? It looks like Gerard was miserable with your ass around" I say, another slap. "Don't" he says and stands. "Why did you even go out with him? You don't like him" I say and he kicks me. I spit blood out on the white, dirty tile floor.

"I did" he says. "Then why-" I begin and he punches my face, blood comes out from my nose. I wipe it on my sleeve. "Shut up! Don't talk!" He yells and punches me again, above my eye, cutting my eyebrow.

"Stay the fuck away from him, you hear me?" He says and grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks it. "Ah" I groan in pain. "Next time, you're fucking dead" he says and smashes my face against the wall, now a blood stained wall is what I see.

He gets up, spits on me, and leaves. I try to sit up but groan in pain. I told onto my rib side and look over at Gerard.

He's unconscious, hair in his face and a small cut on his forehead. "Gerard?" I ask. I slowly make my way to him and shake him "Gee, wake up." No response.

I wipe my nose again and stand up. I grab a paper towel and wet it with water. I gently dab it on his forehead, wiping a bit of blood from his small cut.

I place his head on my lap as I kneel next to him. "Gerard?" I ask with tears in my eyes. I cup his cheek and lean down to place my forehead on his.

"Please gee" I say. I peck his lips lightly and cry into the crook of his neck, with his vanilla smelling hair in my face.

"Mm" I hear a mumble. "Gerard" I say and wipe my eyes. He slowly opens his eyes and they go wide as he looks at me. "Frankie! What happened? Are you okay?" He shoots me with questions and inspects my face.

"I'm fine Gerard, I'm worried-" I say and he cuts me off. "You're not fine, look at you. This is my fault" he says and tears brim in his eyes. "No, it's not. It's Bert's" I say and place my hand over his.

He stands and grabs a moist paper towel. He walks back to me and starts cleaning my face. "We can't be here, soon enough someone will walk in" he says as he wipes away blood.

"You're right" I say and look up at him. He gives me a weak smile. His smile then fades and he looks down sadly. "I-I don't want you getting hurt because of me Frank" he says. "What are you saying?" I ask.

"I don't want you getting hurt Frank, why don't you leave me. I hate seeing you all beat up" he says and a tear slips from his eye. "No, I won't leave you" I say "I don't dream about leaving you."

"You'll keep getting hurt Frank. I don't want that. Just leave me" he says. "I can't" I whisper. "Why not? He cries. "I-I just cant" I say. "Please, don't get yourself hurt" he cries louder. "I won't leave you" I say louder.

"Why Frank? Why don't you lea-" he cries more and I cut him off with what I thought I didn't have the balls to tell him.

"Because I love you" I yell.