My Love and My Hate for You are Infinite ☆ Frerard

I Promise.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I don't even know why it happened.

All I could do was sit and replay it all in my head, over and over.

When I took a shower that night, I lifted my shirt over my head and saw that there was a dark purple bruise stretching across the expanse of skin on my torso.

I cried for the second time that night.

Did he really hit me that hard that he left a fucking bruise?

I look down at my clothed stomach and gingerly touched the spot where the tender purple mark rested.

Wincing I retract my hand and look out of my window again.

I didn't meet up with Gerard after school, and I haven't talked to him since.

He's tried to call me and he's even texted me, but I don't know if I even want to talk to him.

Do I really want to hear the excuses he would probably make up?

What excuses could he even make up?

I heard my phone go off and I look over on my bed to where my phone layed.

The caller I.D. read "Gee :)".

This is the fourth time today that he has tried calling... Maybe I should answer it?

Fuck it. What else do I have to lose?

I grab the phone and after accepting the call, I slowly hold it up to my ear.

"Frankie?" I heard him ask.

Hearing his voice brought slight tears to my eyes, whether they be happy or sad I couldn't tell.

I grunt in acknowledgment to let him know I was listening.

I bit my tongue afterwards, holding my breath and preparing myself for whatever he would say next.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I just- fuck there's no excuse for what I did to you. I've been trying to talk to you since and you haven't been answering and I just- I'm so sorry."

I could hear the desperation in his voice and he sounded so utterly sincere that I felt myself crack a little.

"You hurt me." I whispered into the phone, willing myself not to break down and cry.

I heard him sniff, "I know, baby, I know and I'm so so sorry. If I could take it back I would- I promise. How.. how bad did I hurt you?"

"I, um, well. Y-You left a bruise."

"I- What? Oh my God, baby, can I see you in person? Can I come over? Please? I need to make this right. I need to make this up to you- however I can."

I nodded my head slightly even tho I knew he couldn't see. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"I'll be there in a minute." He said before he hung up. I threw my phone back on the bed and let a couple tears slide down my face before standing up and making sure my room looks presentable.

I wiped my face and looked into the mirror to make sure I don't look like I've been crying.

Satisfied with how I look, I sit back onto my bed and wait.

A couple minutes later, there's a knock on the front door.

I don't get up to get it, knowing my mom is downstairs.

I hear the door open and the sound of talking, and then finally footsteps coming towards my room.

I stare at my hands when the door to my room opens and Gerard silently walks in.

He strides over and softly sits next to me.

I don't lift my eyes up from my hands, and I don't acknowledge that he is sitting there.

He clears his throat and I briefly glance at him before moving my eyes back to my hands, playing with the loose strings on my jeans.

"Frankie... look at me." He says softly, gently taking one of my hands, and with his other hand, turning my jaw towards him.

I clench my jaw, fighting back tears.

He's being so soft and gentle when, not only two days ago, he was beating me up again.

I just don't understand.

I feel the tears glistening my eyes and I finally look up to meet his eyes.

When he sees the tears, something in his eyes shifts and he immediately pulls me against him as I break down with sobs.

I curl into his chest, sobbing into his shoulder while he runs soothing circles on my back and quietly shushes me.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.." He repeats over until my cries finally die down and I sit up again, wiping my face off and sniffing some more.

He keeps his hands on my arms, moving gently up and down.

I shuffle away from him a bit, and he gets the memo and moves his hands from my arms.

Clearing my throat, I finally decide to talk to him. "Why did you do it? I thought we were past this bullshit. I thought that when we talked the other day- when we kissed the other day that you wouldn't be a fucking dick. Who do you need to impress so badly that you would fucking hit me to the ground and hit hard enough to leave a bruise?"

He looked down at his feet for a moment before responding, "I- I don't have any excuse for what I did. When I confessed the other day I thought I would change too, but at school when I saw you- when I saw you and I was with my buddies I- I don't know- I panicked. This is all new to me and I didn't know what else to do at the time and I fucking hate myself for it and I shouldn't have done anything like that and I'm so sorry." His voice cracked on the last word and that's when I decided that I would forgive him, but slowly.

I gently take one of his hands in mine and he looks from our connected hands to my eyes. "What happened is in the past. I'm still hurt, but as long as you can make it up to me, I'm willing to restart. Let's start better."

"I would like that very much," His eyes lit up and he took me into a soft hug, kissing the side if my head. "I'll make it up to you. No matter what it takes. I promise."

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Hey guyssss sorry it's been so long :(( I'm back now tho !! I hope this was worth the wait 💕

~ xoChloe