Pure and Bloodstained •Vampire!Gerard Frerard•

Chapter Two

(TW: abuse mention, smoking)

this took forever sry

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Chapter Two

Frank slept fairly well that night, despite (unbeknownst to him) the fact that there was someone watching him. His music stopped playing after a while, which was good because he needed to be able to hear his alarm, even though he didn't particularly want to.

At 7am though, it went off as usual, with an intense loud ringing. He slammed his hand down on the snooze button, then made sure to turn it off so that it wouldn't ring again unexpectedly.

He threw off the sweatpants, but decided to keep on the sweatshirt; he wasn't really willing to make an effort to look good that early in the morning, and especially not if it was just school that he had to look forward to that day.

He laced up his converse, even though his mother had constantly been nagging at him to throw them away as they were literally falling apart. The sole was hanging loose, the white apart was so dirty that it looked to be grey-ish brown, and the laces were so frayed that he had a hard time tying them properly.

He didn't care though; they didn't fall off of his feet, and that, to him, made them out to be sufficient shoes.

His mother hadn't been nagging him about it as usual lately, and he assumed that this was because she had a drunk, irresponsible boyfriend to look after and didn't have time to regulate what her son did. Not that Frank loved being constantly reprimanded, he just wished she had more time for him, as selfish as he thought it sounded.

His stomach growled, and he brushed it off; he would usually grab something at school so as to avoid contact with his parents. Before he left each morning, he would kiss his mother's cheek, unless she was talking to Jon or was basically just in the near vicinity of him.

This morning when he exited his room, cigarettes in his back pocket and lighter in his front, trying to reach the kitchen to retrieve his school things, he saw that his mom was sitting at the kitchen table alone.

"Hey mom," he said somberly, suppressing a yawn as he did. He sat down next to her and pulled his school things towards him, then raised his head to look at her again. "Oh my god..."

There was a purple and yellow bruise on her jawline, and her lip had the faintest trace of blood. He also noticed the tears that stained her tan cheeks.

He whimpered as he saw how upset he was getting at the sight of her. "Frank," she muttered, her words painful from the look of the wince that occurred when she spoke.

"Where is he, I'll fucking kill him, I-"

"Frank!" His mother yelled. More tears escaped her eyes and flowed down her soft skin, nixing slightly with the blood from her mouth. "I think it's time fore you to go to school."

"But mom, he-"

"I said go to school, Frank. We'll talk about your punishment when you get home."

Frank tried to contain his anger as he snatched up his school stuff and rushed to the door, not bothering to acknowledge her "goodbye" as he left.