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Hello! Sorry this took like 2 weeks to finish I was caught up in school plus this chapter was hard for me to write. If abuse is a trigger of yours skip to the stars ♡
Frank ended up walking me home. We talked about a variety of subjects. My house was visable from now. I really didn't want to go home. I liked being next to Frank. But I loved hearing him talk. His face would light up at the mention of certain things.
Once we get to my house his face fell a bit.
"Goodnight Gee. I hope I get to see you tomorrow" Frank was playing with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Yea, thanks for walking me Frank. You really didn't need to do that" I didn't realize it but i was looking at my feet kicking the ground.
I walk into my house and throw my bag on the floor. I quickly head to my room to avoid any family members. I flick on my light and flop on my bed. Just as I unlock my phone I hear a noise all too familiar.
My dad's loud footsteps were leading straight to me. The door flies open. I quickly shove my phone down the side of my bed. My dad grabs me by the shirt. I knew trying to refrain would just make it worse so I stumble out of my bed.
"Who's that fag you were walking with" his breath laced with the stench of alcohol.
"I-i-it was just Frank. He was new here and I wa-"
My words were suddenly cut off by the quick jolt of pain though my face. I felt a warm liquid run onto my lips. I quickly spit the blood to the floor. Then I was quickly dropped to the ground. He still had a grip on my shirt. I flinched as I saw him raise his fist. My jaw shifted as the pain jolted through my face. Then all the air in my body had left as I felt his boot meet my stomach. I curl up. He had started kicking me. My stomach and my chest taking most of the impact. He slammed my head against my wall and left.
I had been laying on the floor for about 5 minutes when I see my phone light up from under my bed. That's when I remembered. Frank. I look at my hand. I pull myself to the edge of my bed and reach under. I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed the number that was on my hand.
"H-hello?" I hear the small boy say from the other end.
"F- Frank. It's Ger-rard. My dad uh. Well. I need you Frank. Please come get me. D-don't let him see you." My words were quiet and spaced out. Blood was splattered everywhere from talking.
"Gerard, oh my god. What did he do? I'm on my way" I could hear Frank rushing, then a jingle of keys.
"Jus- go to my window. It's on the side of the house. B-blue curtains." I was holding back sobs at this point.
I hung up the phone and moved onto my bed. All the pain and aches were finally there. I could see bruises forming on my body. Then I heard a loud engine about two houses down. Frank shows up at my window. He looked worried. I open the window.
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"Help me out" I say attempting to climb out on my own.
Frank holds me under my shoulders and starts to guide me out. His touch was gentle but steady. His face was woven with concern. His eyes still had the same sparkle.
No questions were asked as he lead me to his beaten up truck. He helps me into the passenger side. He flashed me a small smile. He hops into his seat and buckles himself quickly.
We pull up to a large house. There were no cars in the drive way. He takes me inside and leads me to the bsthroom. My eyes following him curiously as he pulls out a first aid kit. He gets a wet washcloth and wets it.
"This might sting a bit Gee" he says looking at me, the corners of his lips were lightly tuned downwards.
I just nod and gulp. He starts working. Dabbing the blood from my lip away. He put some sort of cream on it. He continues carefully tending to me. He grabs my hand and reaches for the gause. I had dug my nails into my hand and broke surface. Badly. He gently wraps my hand. Then he grabs nail clippers and without a word starts at my finger nails.
As soon as Frank stopped he looked up at me with soft eyes.
"What happened?" His voice more confident now than i ever remember it being.
"My da-" my throat went dry and no words would come out. He would think it was his fault. I couldn't let him think that.
"What about your dad Gerard, I'm just here to help you"
I started sobbing. Why did this boy even care about me? I felt a hand on my back and small fingers rubbing circles.
"Do you need to stay here for a few days? My mom really wouldn't mind and I don't want to send you back to your dad."
Frank looked as if he wanted me to say yes. Without thinking I nod my head and look down. Who knew this boy cared so much about me already. He's barely even known me for a day. I mean, I wouldn't think it's too odd considering I would take a beating for him again anyday.
