Pride in freedom - (Frerard..Kinda)

The story of a certain Frank

frftyhdrg LOOK WHAT I MADE MOMMY! A ONESHOT. My mom doesn't really get the concept of fanfiction or oneshot..

So this was it.

It was finally happening. Honestly, Frank felt so nervous that he might have wanted to puke his guts out. He sighed and shook his head. It was now or never. And he really preferred now, than later. He stepped out of his room and walked through the corridors.

Walking through those rooms, gave him a flashback. Everything that had happened with him in those rooms. From the day he was born and up til now. He suddenly remembered everything. The day he fell over his dog, Alex, and broke his leg. Everyone were laughing at him for it, and at that time it all seemed so hard. Because everyone would always laugh at funny little Frank. - How he was wrong.

Everything was actually perfect at that time. Nothing had to be so wrong and complicated. He probably felt like that at that time, but at least he was still innocent. And nobody would shout at an innocent child, for feeling like that.

He walked into the dinner room, where his parents were sitting. They had already started to eat. He sat at his usual seat and stared at the food. The food didn't really appeal that much to him. He did love lasagne, but today wasn't the day to eat food. His parents were talking about pointless stuff. He didn't even bother to listen to what they were talking about.

He suddenly felt ashamed. Ashamed of being born. His parents didn't deserve so much trouble. After all, George, his brother had just been out for a car accident. Luckily he had survived, but he was still at the hospital. They were going to release him tomorrow morning.

Frank had decided to not tell his parents, but his brother had encouraged him. His brother had been surprisingly very supportive of him, and Frank couldn't have had a better brother. - But..

His parents.. What would his parents say? Would they hate him? Throw him out of the house? Beat him up? .. Or maybe accept it and be supportive as well.

''Honey?'' His mom said. Frank looked up to look at her face. She had the same golden brown eyes, and the same nose. She looked so tired. Her frowns were more visible and she had deep bags under her eyes.

Guilt. Frank felt guilty. So guilty. His mom was probably exhausted from the stress. Her son was in the hospital, she had to work way too much and her second son was a fuck up. He exhaled and nodded. ''Yeah?'' He said and cleared his voice.

''He's gonna be alright, sweety. He's getting out tomorrow.'' She said with a sweet smile. ''God does after all look out for us.'' She finished and looked at her husband. He was eating silently and made a 'uhum' sound as an agreement.

''I'm.. I'm sure he does.'' Frank said with a small voice. His father looked up from his food and stared straight into Frank's eyes. Frank looked down at his plate. He hated it when his father did that. ''What is it?'' His father asked with a demand in his voice. Frank started to shake. He had promised George to say it today. He couldn't break his promise, he just.. Couldn't. - Here goes nothing.

''W-Well.. Mom.. Dad?'' He said. His voice was shaking and he couldn't see straight. He looked up from his plate, to stare at his mother. His mother was a bit more comfortable than his fathers death stares. ''Yes?'' His mom asked concerned.

''Do you believe that god loves everyone?'' He then blurted out. His father frowned, while his mother looked a bit shocked. She smiled soon after. ''Of course he does. It's not a question, sweetheart. It's a fact.'' She said with confidence in her voice.

''R-Right.'' Frank said and looked down to stare at the plate once again. ''What's wrong, Frank?'' His father then asked, and Frank jumped a bit of shock. ''Well.. Uh..'' Frank stuttered. He was starting to tear up. God, how he hated it when he got so emotional. ''Frank?'' His mother then asked with big eyes.''Oh no, Frank. What did you do?'' His mom asked. ''Frank.'' His father said coldly. It echoed through the room. Frank really didn't want to cry, so he wiped them away with his palms.

''I'm gay.'' He then said with a little smile. He was actually proud of himself, even if his parents would go ape shit over it. He looked up to stare at their faces. His mom looked shocked. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were wide. He then glanced at his father. He was just staring at him. He didn't express any emotions at all. That worried Frank a lot.

After a few minutes silence his mom decided to finally break the silence. ''Since when?'' She asked. Frank really.. He really was about to roll with his eyes and come with a sarcastic response, but it wasn't the time right now. ''Since I was born, mom.'' He answered. He was surprised that his voice didn't break. Actually he was surprised that he wasn't crying already.

''Frank.. Oh no..'' His mother whispered as she started to cry. Ah, shit. He made his mom cry. Wasn't that just great. He really wanted to apologize, but really. What would he be apologizing for? Being gay? It was nothing to say sorry for. His mother was still crying, and his father.. Well, he was still staring at him without an expression.

''I-I thought..'' His mom stuttered. ''That you've m-made someone pregnant or something..'' she sobbed and wiped her tears off with her fingers. Frank was shocked. What the hell? ''Thank god.. Don't scare me like that, Sweety.'' His mom said and smiled. Frank gaped. Wait. What? But..

He looked at his father. He was just smiling. No, not smiling. He was smirking. ''Frank, stop gaping. You look like an idiot.'' His father said. Frank managed to close his mouth though. He looked at his dad, then at his mom. And so it continued. ''Frank. Please, stop that. You really look like an idiot.'' His father then said. Frank stopped looking at them both confusingly, so he settled at his father. ''What?'' He managed to choke out.

''Really, Frank? I'm not trying to be mean, but I've known for a while.'' His father then said. Oh, this is too cliché for Frank's liking. ''H-How?'' He managed to get out. ''That Gerard kid.'' He simply said. Frank was about to ask if he was Sherlock Holmes, but he never managed to. ''I saw you two kissing a few weeks ago.'' He finished.

Frank's face went pale. Oh.. His father had seen him and Gerard. It must have been the weekend where his parents were out. His dad must have come back to get something. ''You knew?'' His mom asked loudly and stared at his dad like he had two heads. He nodded. ''Why didn't you tell me then?'' She asked.

''And oh my lord! Is Gerard your boyfriend?'' She asked and looked at Frank with wide eyes, but her lips were... well smiling. ''He's a lovely fellow, isn't he, Francis?'' She then said with a glint in her eyes and looked at his dad. His dad simply nodded.

Frank sighed in relief.

He had really thought it all would end to shit. But he was wrong. He had thought his parents would hate him just because of their believe. Frank really had to stop trying to figure what kind of people were around him. Because he would always guess wrong.

And Gerard Way was absolutely the first one to prove it to him.

''BUT WHERE GEE AT!? THIS ISN'T FRERARD YOU FILTHY MUGGLE'' 

Well damn. Sorry, but yeah. tough shit. I didn't want Gerard to just jump out of their dinner's closet and be like: GUESS WHO GOT OUT OF THE CLOSET..

So yah. He ain't in the story, but he get mentioned. 

thanks for reading..

............ Please write something. I feel so lonely.