Chapter Two - Frank's P.O.V
Fuck.
I gasped in horror as I faced my mauled reflection; my dad has never hit my face before so he wouldn't get caught. I cringed as I took in the sight of my swollen black eye and busted lip. I also took note of a deep gash across my cheek. Not to mention the bruises on my body and the red hand marks on my neck. I couldn't go to school like this. Everyone would know. I couldn't let that happen, it would make things worse.
Slowly, I made my way into my parents' bedroom, looking for my mom's pale foundation and concealer. I found what I was looking for and sorted my face out as best as I could. One deep breathe was followed by another, after another, after another. It was time to go to hell.
*skip forward to lunch*
"Hey faggot! Get your gay ass over here"
I ignored the somewhat hurtful comments and continued walking to the pace of Motion City Soundtrack, letting Justin Pierre's beautiful voice flow through my brain.
"Oi! Don't ignore me fag!"
I heard footsteps coming my way, any attempt to get away now just crumbled before my eyes. It was too late to run. The bell rang leaving all of the students to leave, but I knew that if I was to try and get to class they would pull me back. Suddenly, I found myself being choke slammed against the wall. I but now, I was face-to-face with two of them. I took my time to eye them up and I realised that I could name both of them:
Danny Worsnop and Ben Bruce
"Like what you see, freak?" Danny smirked, using his English accent.
"N-n-no... I'm sorry....." I just managed to stutter out.
After that things were just a bit of a haze, all I remember is; punch, punch, kick, punch, kick, kick, spit, slap, punch, kick, punch, punch, kick, kick, shoved into the locker.
Uurrrggggggghhhhhhh. I should've been in Music right now, day dreaming about all the things I want to be doing the Mr. Way.... But no, instead, I'm stuck inside a locker. Still thinking about all the things I want to be doing to Mr. Way.
"Frank? Frank? Where the fuck are you Frank?"
Shit, I thought, they're back.
The nausea of being hit so hard, kicked in and I puked all over myself and the inside of the locker. Whoever it was seemed to hear the projectile vomit, and opened the locker, sending me into a hysterical state. "P-p-please don't hurt me..."
"I'm not gonna hurt you Frankie, I would never hurt you. Never." I must have been crying because he wiped his hand across my cheek. "Shh... You'll be fine, Frankie, I promise." He whispered feigning a smile with concerned eyes, "Come on, you can't be in school like this. I'll take you home, if you would like?"
"NO!" I whisper shouted, making the ache in my head worse, causing me to hiss. "I'll be fine Gerard. I can stay in school..." My voice trailed off.
"Frank, you have puke all over you and I can tell you're not okay. Why don't you want to go home?"
I didn't respond.
"Okay.... Who did this to you?"
"I don't know?" My voice failed me, leaving it as more of a question than a statement...
"Frankie... Don't lie to me... Please" He almost begged. The sound of him being as emotionally hurt as I was physically was enough to break my would-have-been silence.
"B-B-Ben and Danny... Oh god, please don't tell on them! Please Gerard! They'll make things worse and I'll have to move again, please don't tell anyone they did this! Promise me Gee!"
"..........I promise........"He muttered. "But Frankie you really need to get out of school, you can't stay in here like this..." It was his turn to have his voice trail off into thought. "Hey, why don't I take you to my place? That way you get to shower and get changed and I won't be worrying so much, is that okay?"
"If you're sure then okay..."
"Okay, Frankie, I'm gonna carry you to my car. I don't want you trying to walk and then passing out on me okay?"
A simple mregh was all I could manage but he seemed to find amusement in that because he let out an adorable chuckle, followed by, "Oh Frankie, what am I gonna do with you."
And with that, I fell into a blissful sleep for the first time in what feels like forever.
