Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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fun fact
i totally forgot to upload and while i was in my overthinking pre-sleep state i realized it is monday so...there you go
not that it changes anything about the quality of the content but please bear in mind i got out of bed because of this

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Frank's POV

I ran out of school and made my way home. I didn't know what my plan was but I was going to take my parent's car and drive to the police station. I couldn't see through the tears that were still coming but I knew I had to stop this. I was telling myself how stupid I was. I should have never believed Brendon after what he did at Gerard's apartment.

I got to our house and my hopes were crushed with one look at the driveway. My dad's car was there too which it wasn't supposed to since he should be working. I gulped and carefully stepped inside just to hear my mom sobbing and my dad trying to soothe her.

"It's okay. He's going to explain all of it. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." My dad kept telling my mom, no doubt talking about me.

I dared to step further into the house and then I saw them sitting behind the kitchen table. When my mom looked up and saw me, she jumped to her feet and went to hug me. I let her but I didn't hug her back. Instead, I looked at my dad over her shoulder and tried to guess his thoughts. I needed to know what happened, why was mom crying and why was he home, although I had a feeling I knew already.

"What's up?" I asked nervously and my mom cried some more unable to form a sentence.

"The police called." My dad said and my heart sank. "Why didn't you tell us, son?"

"Tell you what?" I played dumb. I felt like my consciousness was detaching from me and I played dumb even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"Frankie, I'm so sorry." My mom sobbed stroking my arm.

It was a crucial moment where I decided the ultimate fate of my former lover. Do I lie and tell them it's true or do I tell a partial truth and save Gerard? It took me a split second before I told my parents what they probably didn't want to hear.

"Okay, listen, yes I did sleep with my teacher but to his and my defense, we both didn't know. We met before school started, okay? We broke things off and I made a huge mistake. I don't ever want to see him, but he can't go to jail because of me and if you love me you will understand and help me. Please." I told them looking at both of them.

"Mom, dad, please, I am begging you, help me fix this." I started crying once again. My mom stopped sobbing, instead, she cried quietly, tears falling from her eyes but she seemed more shocked and taken aback than sad and desperate.

"Let me get this straight, he didn't force you to do anything?" My dad asked.

Finally asking the right questions.

"No. It was completely consensual. But it's over." I told him and died in anticipation as I waited for them to do something. Anything.

"Frank, this is some hard shit, let me tell you and I do not approve of this but I love you, you are my kid and I hate seeing you like this."

We both looked at my mom who was deep in thought.

"What do you want to do though?" She asked in a calm voice.

"I want to drop the charges." I told her.

"What about that friend of yours? You lied about her too?" She asked.

Shit. I totally forgot about Hayley, but I hoped since Gerard is gay that he can somehow prove it and that she would do something to show she never had anything with him, I bit my lip thinking about it.

"I know for a fact that he never touched her, I could testify against her?" I proposed.

"We'll ask a lawyer, now let's get to the station first." My dad said and never once in my life have I loved my parents more.

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"Too late kid." The policeman said when I told him I wanted to drop charges so they would let Gerard go.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked once again panicked.

"A witness has come forward and we have more than enough evidence to hold Mr. Way in custody."

Brendon. How could I have forgotten about the photos? The last bits of my hope shattered into million pieces and left my body for good. I would never forgive myself. I was numb and if someone was to pierce me with a sword I would probably just lie down and bleed to death, not making a sound.

My dad put a hand on my shoulder telling me something about the lawyer but my mind was elsewhere. I shrugged his hand away and walked outside. I looked around and felt a need to run away, somewhere distant, somewhere no one could find me. So I ran. I got through maybe half of the town before I ended up at the stupid bench where I first kissed Gerard. Where I first fell in love with him.

I took a huge rock lying nearby and threw into the pond cursing loudly, yelling my lungs out before I slouched on the bench. I was so done with everything and I wanted to stop feeling. I cried, sobbing loudly which took my last bits of energy I had left and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in my own bed. I was confused as to how I got there until I sat up and caught a glimpse of Zacky sitting in a chair near my door, his head resting against the wall. I must have woken him up because he stirred and looked over at me.

"You scared your parents quite a bit." He said quietly. "I was supposed to pick you up, remember? You weren't at school so I tried home and your parents were freaking out, calling you, calling your friends and I told them I might know where you are." He smiled at me softly.

"I'm sorry." I told him.

"Can you tell me what is going on?" Zacky asked and moved to sit on my bed.

"I'm really sorry." I breathed in jaggedly.

"It's okay." He took my hand in his and stroked it softly.

"I did something terrible and I can't fix it." I confessed. We sat there in silence until I gathered the strength to tell him what was going on. "I'm sorry that I led you on like this." I apologized once again.

"I understand. I'm not saying that I'm not disappointed because I really thought we could be together again, but I understand." Zacky smiled at me stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I don't deserve you." I frowned and he chuckled.

"Get some rest and figure it out with your parents. You have my number if you need to talk." He told me.

He put both of his hands on either side of my head looking me deep in the eyes, which made me calm down immediately. He smiled reassuringly and pressed a kiss against my forehead before he picked up his jacket and left.

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well, another shitty chapter haha xD
don't worry, it'll be over soon

i appreciate if you got so far and you probably deserve a medal if you stay until the end

sending love and patience 

-L