Roman Holiday (Frerard)

13- Say My Name, Never Leave Your Side

     Gerard's POV

     I have to say. It felt good to have someone care about you. Especially when you rarely even cared about yourself. Someone that didn't blame you for something out your control, something that everyone else blamed you for.

     "We shouldn't tell on Bert," I mumbled under my breath as soon as we were out of the bathroom and into dry clothes. Since my things were at Bert's, and I was way too damn scared to go and get them on my own, Frank let me wear some of his clothes and decided that later he and I would go and get my stuff.

     "He's raped you more than once. He's abused you sexually, mentally, and physically. He's put bruises all over you. He's groped you in public. What he's done to you was illegal. You need justice. You can't be living in constant fear that if you leave this house, he was going to kidnap and rape you brutally."

     I looked down at my feet. Maybe Frank was right. Maybe it was Bert's fault for doing this to me. Not completely his fault because I'm… well, you know. A promiscuous slut.

     "Frankie… I guess you're right. Maybe I'm innocent."

     He kissed me on the cheek. "You are, sweetie. And I love you so much. I will love you no matter what you do or whatever happens to you."

     "I've spent my whole life asking myself who could love me, who could love someone fucked up and out of their mind…" I trailed off. "And now I know. Someone who sees me for more than a whore. Someone who I've secretly loved since I was little."

     "Someone who has always been helped through tough times by this supposed 'fucked up whore'. I'm here for you, too. Just say my name. I'll never leave your side. No matter how dark times get for you."

     This guy was my best friend, my boyfriend, my life, my everything. And I love how much he cared about me.