Gerard's POV
Frank was ordering, and Bert sat next to me. He started groping me under the table and of course my weak ass had no power to stop him. He forced me to go to the bathroom with him where he locked the big stall and forced me to do it with him.
"No! I have a boyfriend!" I yelled. He slapped me and threw me into the wall. He removed my clothes forcefully and he removed his, slamming his way into my body as hard as he could. It was really painful, but we were in public and I knew better than to shout, scream, and moan loudly.
He left bruises all over my body and I did my best not to cry. He put his clothes on and left the stall and the restaurant quick. I stayed in the stall, traumatized, for 20 minutes. I tried fighting back. I did everything I could. But if I wasn't such a whore, I wouldn't be getting treated like this. He wasn't my boyfriend anymore.
When I left the stall, I saw Frank walking in. He wanted to know why I was in there for so long. I responded with the lie that I had diarrhea. Surprisingly, he believed it. We took our coffee and drove home. Why did Frank believe me? He usually knows when I'm lying.
I loved him so much. He was the only person I could ever have loved. He's always there. He's sweet. He'll literally lose a limb to protect me.
Little does he know Bert just raped me in the bathroom. And little does he know I'm broken. As we were walking to the car, he grabbed my hand. "Gee," he started off. "Glad I have you."
"Glad I have you too, my babe."
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Roman Holiday (Frerard)
FanfictionGerard was the 'city slut' with a broken past. And present. His fren Frank does everything he can to help Gerard get better with his traumatic experiences.
