It's ok. (Frerard)

Were moving?!

Franks POV

My name is frank iero and I'm 16. I live with my mom and her boyfriends, I say boyfriendS because she has a new boyfriend practically every week. My mom is an alcoholic and has been ever since my dad left for another woman when I was only 7. You could classify my mom as the typical bar skank who relies solely on alcohol and sex. She's kinda nice I guess but I don't really see her anymore, she can be gone for weeks to, I don't know where with her stupid boyfriends who treat her like crap anyway. I go to school  in California and get bullied a lot for being gay and stuff but, I dont really see why it's not like they can punch the gay out of me, no matter what they do I will remain a flaming homosexual.

~Monday morning~

*beep beep beep*

"Dammit!" I whispered to myself. It was Monday morning which meant another week of torture and no friends, great!
I got up and had a bowl of cereal and then got dressed, I wore a black misfits T shirt and black ripped skinny jeans, I guess you could classify me as emo or at least that's what the kids at school say, and honestly I'm okay with that.

~time skip~

School was finally done and surprisingly I only left school with a few bruises here and there, you know it's just the usual, but what wasn't usual was that when I got home my mom was there sitting on the couch. "Hey honey, my boyfriend is moving and he's taking us with him so go pack whatever the fuck and get in the car"
I just nodded because you DON'T wanna argue with my mother. I wonder who her boyfriend is, I hope he's nice I mean, he's nice enough to move and take us with him  so maybe. I packed clothes, my guitar and anything else I could fit in my suitcase and went to gemt in the car like my mom said, I was the last one out of the house so I took a minute to appreciate all the memories, looking back now almost all of them were bad ones so maybe it wouldn't be that awful to move. I locked the door behind me and walked to the car but when I got in it wasn't what I expected. I got in the car and instead of being greeted by my moms current boyfriend I was greeted by an angel or so I thought "oh who's this?" Asked my moms boyfriend who's name I don't know "oh this is my son, frank and frank this is my boyfriend, Dave. "Hey nice to meet you Dave" I mumbled because, let's face it I'm very awkward. I decided to look at Dave instead of the floor and I saw a glint of something in his eye, I wasn't sure what but I didn't think I liked it so I just looked back at the floor. "Where exactly are we moving to, mother" I asked in a sickly sweet tone and I swear I saw Dave give me a glare from the mirror but I just brushed it off "we're moving to a place called-" but Dave cut her off "Belleville, New Jersey" I looked at him then back at the floor before muttering a quiet "ok" and then rested my head on the window, this is gonna be a looooooong drive.

Authors note: I have never written a fanfiction before so disclaimer: it sucks. No actually there will be smut, fluff, suicide mentions and mentions of self harm, rape and both physical and mental abuse. I hope you enjoy because if you couldn't already tell, I'm a sadistic bastard.