;KilljoyCrashFire;
Frank
I purr quietly as my eyes flutter open, they land on Gerard's naked body. My face flushes a deep red as I giggle gently. I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone.
Dad 15 missed calls, 100 text messages.
My heart sinks, "No. Oh my god, no." I whisper with wide eyes, my heart racing quickly. I jump up and throw my clothes on, tears pouring down my cheeks as I scribble a note down on a napkin, leaving it over Gerard's phone.
I kiss his lips softly then grab my skateboard, taking off quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I whisper, tears blocking my view, but I quickly blink them away. "He's gonna fucking kill me oh my gosh." I say softly, whimpering.
Quickly, I throw my board into the front bushes, bursting in the front door. Slowly I tip toe up to my room but a hand catches my arm. My heart races even faster, "D-dad I am so sorry I wasn't home last night, a friend needed me badly and I didn't wanna leave him hanging!" I cry, spinning around.
My dad just smirks widely, "Then why is there a fucking hickey on your neck huh? Why do you smell like sex? You wanna have some fucking fun?" He hisses, I gulp and shake my head quickly, "Dad please don't hurt me!" I whine, trying to pull my arm away.
He yanks me back and shoves me down the staircase, I yelp out in pain as I curl up at the bottom. "You like being a little faggot Franklin?!" He screams, kicking my legs hard. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, bringing my hands up to shield my face.
My dad fists a hand up into my hair and yanks me up by it, I yelp again. As if it were in slow motion, his fist collides with my right eye, I scream out in pain. He keeps drilling punches into my face like I was a punching bag and he were training. "O-ow stop it!" I scream, shaking. He only hits harder and harder.
By the time he finishes, I could already tell my nose was broken and my lip was split in different places. He drops my half conscious body onto the ground and walks out the front door. I wait until I hear his car start then pull out the driveway.
I get up and slowly trudge myself up to my room, packing my clothes and charger into a duffle bag. That was mainly all I had. I sneak into my dad's room and grab any money I could find. Peaking out the windows to check that his car wasn't around. When I make sure that the coast was clear, I dart out the front door, snatching my skateboard up.
*
Night time rolls around and I barely had money to feed myself, let alone get a fucking hotel room. I whimper softly and curl up more into the tree I'd found. The big hole in the massive oak was going to keep me safe for the night.
A twig snaps, breaking me from my thoughts. I look up and keep my breathing quiet, a group of police were stomping around. I being to panic and look around the space, then find a large piece of broken off bark, using it to block out the entrance.
After a few hours of me being silent I peak out and look around, they were no where in sight. With a sigh of relief I light a cigarette and take a long drag, shutting my eyes as I blow the smoke out. My phone dings so I scoop it up and look at the message.
'Frankie are you okay? I've called you like 15 times. -G:('
I blink a few times, how could I forget about Gerard? After mentally arguing with myself, I decide to text back.
'I won't be in school for a few days. I'm fine. -Fxo'
I sigh softly at the lie and begin to whimper again, feeling horrible. My body was aching and my head was pounding with pain. I knew my dad was gonna search school for me, and probably wouldn't for a few weeks. Months maybe.
That wouldn't surprise me. He'd think I was going to turn him into the police, since I had obvious evidence. I can't believe I haven't ever thought about that, turning him in for all of that abuse. But then I'd be sent to foster care, and therapy.
Therapy. I've been there when I was self harming, and depressed. I hated it, and I've decided that I'm never going to it again. Lots of thinking helps me anyways. I don't need some jack ass that gets paid to hear my problems and doesn't even help me. It's stupid and pointless. My phone dings again.
'What happened Frankie? Did something happen when you got home? Was the sex bad? -G'
I chuckle softly and type back with.
'No, the sex was /great/ trust me. I'd let you have your wicked way with me like that all the time. It's just some family stuff that's all. -F'
Eventually I fall asleep, dreaming about Gerard.
