Cry All You Want To (I Don't Care)

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Gerard screamed in fear and confusion as he watched his brother beat his boyfriend and kidnapper’s face. He wanted to protect Frank—he wanted to explain that this wasn’t Frank’s fault.

“Mikey, stop!” Gerard screamed, falling off the bed and trying to keep the blankets wound around himself so that Mikey wouldn’t see the worst of his wounds. “Mikey, please! It’s not what it looks like! Stop it!” He managed to get himself to Mikey’s side, Frank having fallen to the ground with Mikey on top of him punching him in face repeatedly. “Mikey, please! I’m his boyfriend—stop!”

Gerard grabbed Mikey’s fist and held it back. Mikey snarled at him as Ray pulled him off of Frank who curled into a ball that was actually weeping in pain. Gerard felt so bad for him.

“Frankie,” Gerard murmured softly, leaning over Frank’s body and gently stroking his cheek. “Frankie, are you okay?” Frank whimpered softly and rolled over away from Gerard’s touch. “Frankie?” Gerard pressed.

“Gerard,” Mikey said softly. He sounded betrayed, but how could he expect Gerard to side with him after he’d beaten his boyfriend in the face?

“Frank, are you okay?” Gerard asked again, running his fingers through Frank’s hair.

“Get out, Gerard,” Frank groaned, pulling away from Gerard’s touch.

“No—no, Frankie,” Gerard said quietly, grabbing Frank’s shoulder gently.

“Gerard—your back!” Mikey screamed.

“It’s fine,” Gerard mumbled, petting Frank’s hair more. “Frankie—are you okay?”

“Get out, Gerard!” Frank screamed, shoving Gerard away so hard that he fell backwards. Mikey lunged at Frank again, but Ray held him back.

“Frankie,” Gerard murmured.

“Get lost!” Frank screamed, tears still leaking from his eyes. “All of you!—Get out!” Frank got to his feet slowly, covering his face with one hand and using the other balance him against the wall.

“Frankie,” Gerard said again.

“Gerard—what is going on?” Mikey called out in desperation. “What the hell is this!?”

“Frank needs me,” Gerard called, getting up stiffly and holding the blankets around himself even though his markings from his beating had already been seen.

“Did you plan this?” Mikey asked. “Did you plan to just pretend to disappear and worry me sick!?”

“I…” Gerard stared at Mikey and put his arms around Frank even though Frank kept shoving him away. “Mikey…he needs me. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He wanted to go away with Mikey, to run and leave his torture and pain behind, but Frank couldn’t be alone. He was hurt and haunted by his own past. Frank needed someone to give him comfort…to help him overcome his abuse.

“What do you mean he needs you!?” Mikey screamed. “What is this!? Did you just hook up!? Did you want to make me worry? Did you two plan this!?”

“No, Mikey,” Gerard said, not wanting to throw Frank under the bus, but not wanting to lie and subject himself to Mikey’s anger. He didn’t want Mikey mad at him—Mikey was the type that would cut a person out of his life because he felt betrayed.

“Then what’s going on!?”

“You never appreciated your fucking brother, Mikey,” Frank seethed, shoving Gerard’s hands away and leaning against the wall, his face bleeding badly. “So I took him.”

“Took him?” Mikey asked.

“Got in his stupid car—fucking idiot left it unlocked.” Gerard whimpered, used to the verbal abuse but still feeling a sting. “Laid in the back, waited for him…he didn’t see me, he drove a little bit, I pretended to be drunk and that I passed out in his car. Dumbass fell for it.”