You're beautiful to me (Frerard)

chapter nineteen : how'd it get to be only me?

Title: Save rock and roll - FOB
Franks p.o.v

"I've got to go Gee, my mums going to be wondering where I am." I say, pulling on my jeans. I'd spent practically every day this week after school with Gee, wed been inseparable.

"Are you sure? Because... because you could just stay with me all weekend." He says, grabbing my waste and giving my puppy dog eyes. Fuck.

"Gee... you know I'd love to but I've got to go." I say, walking out of his grip and grabbing my bag.

He looks at me sadly and wipes away fake tears from his eyes, "I guess I'll survive." He cries dramatically before flopping back onto the bed. I laugh a his childish before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Text me."

"You know I will." He grins, kissing me once more before I walk out of the room. I can still feel myself grinning as I open the door to my own house.

"Hey mum, I'm back!" I yell, beginning my climb up the stairs.

"What fucking time do you call this?" A gruff voice responds. I know that voice. That voice has been haunting me for years... I thought I'd gotten away from it... i thought.

"Well?!" He screams, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. My dad. Looming over me making me feel tiny. His vicious face reeked of alcohol and I couldn't help but shy away from him.

"I'm... I'm sorry. Where's mum?" I ask, my voice barely more than a squeak.

"She fine. You on the other hand..." he says, cracking his knuckles as he walks closer to me. Everything I've been trying to work to over come came crashing down around me. I was left defenceless all because of this man walking back into my life. He was breaking me and he hadn't even touched me yet. I felt my eyes well up as I scramble up the stairs to my room. I can hear his steps coming after me and the fear is paralysing. My legs stop working and I trip as I get to the top step, landing face first on the landing. His foot comes first, hard into my side and I feel sick on impact.

"Got a lot of catching up to do. You and that bitch thought you could run away from me?" He growled, laying kick after kick into my legs and stomach.

"Please... please stop." I groan between sobs. He just laughs and keeps going, after what seemed like hours he grabs my collar and shoves me against the wall so our faces are at the same level.

"I see you've gained weight." He spits, disgust clear on his face. He lifts up my shirt and prods at my stomach, send shots of pain through me.

"I've been.. trying.." I sob but get caught off by him slamming me harder into the wall. "It's not enough, you're not enough fucking faggot." He screams, throwing me into my bedroom door. I land on the floor with a thud and cry out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up." He growls, punching me hard in the face. I try to stop the tears from escaping but a few are let loose. "Pathetic", he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, I crawl backwards across the floor, desperate to put any distance between us. "See you haven't stopped cutting. At least you've done something right." He grins, kicking me in the stomach making me double over. I hear the metal on his belt unbuckle and tears immediately flood out of my eyes. I feel the harsh metal scrape my back and collapse with a cry. He brings the belt back and whips my back again and again and again. I'm a sobbing mess on my bedroom floor and I know me crying is just making it worse.

"You fucking deserve this." He growls, and I know I do. I'm disgusting. He's right, I'm a fat faggot who deserves to be beaten. He was right. He's always right. He stops whipping me and he wraps the belt around my wrists and the bed post. My heart race increased dramatically and I feel his hands grasping at my own belt, I try and kick out at him but my limbs don't seem to want to co-operate.

"No... no please." I sob, my body shaking violently.

"Don't lie, you fucking love it." He growls, pulling down my trouser. I cry out but he slaps me and I promptly shut up. I close my eyes tightly as I wait for it to begin... but it never does. Instead a harsh slamming sounds echoes through the room, quickly followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor. My eyes shoot open and I see Gerard with a sauce pan in hand, towering over my dads limp body on the ground.

"Gee?" I whimper, bringing my knees into my chest and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Frank, is my god frank it's okay, it's okay he's not going to hurt you, the police are on their way." He says, running over to me and undoing the belt around my wrists. As soon as I do I fling my arms around him and he holds me while I sob into his chest. He strokes my hair as I try to regain my breathe. Soon I loose consciousness in his arms as the sound of sirens gets closer and closer.

Gerard's p.o.v

I miss him already and he only just left my house. He just made me so ridiculously happy. I grin as I walk over to my sketch book. I haven't drawn in months but i feel the urge to today. I let the pencil take control an before long I'm staring down at a picture of two boys holding hands, one considerably shorter then the other. I laugh to myself and look out my window over to his, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

I feel the pencil in my hand snap before my eyes properly see what's going on. There was a man in franks room holding a belt high above his head and brining it down hard into someone. Frank. It couldn't be his dad? He wasn't legally aloud into the house, but it's must be. I grab my phone and call the police and an ambulance to his house. I run over the street and slowly open the back door. All I can hear is the loud sobs and yells from upstairs. Oh my god frank. I run into the kitchen, trying to he as quite as possible. I look around for somethings my I could use as a weapon. My eyes drift over the knifes but I think otherwise, I don't want to get arrested. I land on the saucepan and grab it, trying out its weight in my hand, I could definitely knock him out with this. I turn back to the steps and run up them, light On my feet.

"Don't lie, you fucking love it." A voice growls and I lose it. I slam the door open and swing the pan hard at the mans head. The sobbing stops as the man collapses to the floor. I did it. I hear a soft whimpering and look over to frank "Gee?" A feeble voice asks. My heart shatters at the sight of him. His face and body was covered in bruises and cuts, his back was shredded from the mans belt and he was almost completely naked. I don't want to think about what would've happened if I had waited any longer to get to him.

"Frank, is my god frank it's okay, it's okay he's not going to hurt you, the police are on their way." I says, running over to him and undoing the belt around his wrists. As soon as I do He flings his arms around me and i hold him while He sobs into my chest. I stroke his hair, trying to calm him down. He starts to get quieter and I can hear the sirens of police cars pulling up outside the house. They run through the house and I yell to them to help them get here quicker. They look shocked as the burst through the door. The nurses take frank from my arms and I reluctantly let him go. I didn't realise I was crying until a police officer offers me a tissue. I take it thankfully and follow her into her car. I don't look to see what they do to Franks dad, I don't care.

"What happened son?" The policeman asks, driving out of the drive way, Tailing the ambulance to the hospital.

"His dad came back. I saw through the window. He used to abuse them and frank and his mum moved here to get away from him, I don't know how he found them but... but he did." I say, staring at my hands as I spoke. The policeman grunts something about how awful the situation is as we pull up outside the hospital. I jump out the car and am escorted by a nurse to the waiting room. I'm back in those plastic chairs from before and I can't help but get an odd sense of dejavu.

I look up and see Mrs.Iero I'm her scrubs, sobbing in a chair across from me. I walk over to her and gently rub her back as she cries. "I thought we got away from him." She murmurs through her tears. I don't say anything back because at this point there's nothing I can say. I feel the tears fall from my own eyes and I'm back to where I started, crying In a hospital waiting room with franks mother.