Ferard One Shots -incomplete

The Broken Boy

Frank wait." I chased after my boyfriend.

"Please, just leave me alone." He walked faster down the empty street.

I grabbed his arm, and spun him around to face me. "Frank, hey, look at me-" I raised his chin and his beautiful hazel eyes met mine. Only his eyes weren't his. They were dark and empty, and one of them was surrounded by a big bruise.

"Frank, what happened?" He broke away from my eyes, "Its nothing babe, really. I'm fine" I didn't get a chance to argue with him. he broke into a sprint and left me stranded there. feeling abandoned, I walked home.

***

"Hey boo! How was your day?" I ignored her question. "Mom, has anyone you dated, or your parents, ever hit you?" She looked shocked. "Honey... w-where are you getting this from?" I fidgeted with my fingers. I really didn't want to tell her, but I had to. For Frank.

"I-I think someone is abusing Frank." I met my mothers eyes. "Oh, what makes you say that?" I sighed. "He had this huge mark on his face, around his eye to be exact, and I know he's a ball of energy and all but, he wouldn't say anything about it. usually he gives me a mostly true story about how he tried to karate chop his guitar, or how he 'Krane kicked' his cousin and fell on his ass." I almost smiled remembering those stories.

My mom shook her head, "I don't know kiddo. Sounds like the little punk watches to many karate movies." I rolled my eyes and headed to my room. Obviously my mom was no help here, but I still needed to help Frank. When I got back to my room I slipped out of my bedroom widow and ran.

I was have way to Franks house when I saw the figure. It was standing on the bridge and I couldn't make a lot out of it at first. As I got closer I guessed that this person was 5'5, maybe shorter, and male. Kind of like Frank. Maybe this figure reminded me so much of frank because of those details, or because Frank was on my mind, or because it was in fact Frank. "Frankie?" he turned to look at me. We were about two feet apart and I could tell he had been crying.

"Frank, what happened?"

He didn't say any thing. He just buried his face into my chest and wrapped his arms around me. He sobbed "I eint thic sce wud oo eh, bu sce id." I pulled us apart, "Hey calm down okay. Now tell me, what happened?"

Frank sniffed and wiped his eyes, "I-I d-didn't th-think she w-would do it, but sh-she d-id." he sobbed again and his knees buckled. I grabbed him and he clung to me like a baby monkey. Slowly we sunk down to the ground and I pulled him onto my lap cuddling him close to me. "What did she do?" I asked as calmly as I could.

I knew who she was. Franks step-mother. That bitch did this to him, and for what reason? Only God knows, maybe not even him! I felt the anger building inside me.

He shook his head, "She kicked me out." He looked at me. His eyes were so sad. "Why?"

It was a dumb question, I knew why. Frank was brought up in a perfect catholic family, then his mom died, and all hell broke loose. His dad became an alcoholic and married the first woman he saw. This just so happened to be a drunken, homophobic, slut. Frank had talked about coming out tp them with me and I encouraged him to.

"Did she give you this?" I asked, stroking his bruised eye with my thumb. He nodded sadly and I sighed. I shifted him so he was sitting on my thighs and I pulled him close to me. "Frank, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have-" now I was getting chocked up.

He didn't say anything. He just buried his face in my shirt and soaked it with his tears. I wrapped my arm around him and laced my fingers in his hair. I squeezed him in a hug again, and it didn't seem like we could get any closer then we already where.

After about an hour of me rocking him back and fourth, Frank fell asleep in my lap. I picked him up and carried him back to my house. I crawled into my window and lied the broken boy in my bed. I curled up next to him, spooning him and nuzzling this neck.

"Its gonna be okay, Frankie." I whispered to him.

He rolled over and our nose where almost touching. "I know Gee."

"I know."