The Boy With The Scorpion Tattoo

Half The Story

Hey again! Sorry this update is late, I got 5 comments and 6 votes so, as promised, here's the next chapter!<3

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Frank's POV

My heart broke as Madi showed me her true self. How could a beautiful girl like her hurt herself like that? I needed to know the story, I just wasn't sure how to ask. She's been through so much, I just want her to know that I'm here for her. And love her. I actually do, no doubt about it.

'Madi sweeheart,' I whispered, looking into her eyes, 'it's okay. I understand.'

'You hate me don't you,' she whispered back, fresh tears rolling down her face.

Hate her? How could I hate her?

'No!' I exclaimed, 'how could I? You're perfect, and like I said, I understand.'

'No you don't, you don't know half of it. You don't understand' she cried.

'Then help me understand Madi,' I smiled, wiping her tears away, 'tell me the other half. No matter what, I'll be here for you. I love you.'

Madi's POV

Did he say he loved me? Frank Iero loved me? THE Frank Iero, guitar legend loved me? I must have heard wrong. How could HE love ME? Didn't he hear how messed up my home life was? Didn't I show him my deepest secret? No, I heard right. He loved me. Did I love him? No. I loved 'Frank Iero, the guitarist from My Chemical Romance' but not 'Frank Anthony Iero.'. Yet.

'Thank you.' I smiled.

He didn't look surprised that I didn't say 'I love you' back.

'So you want to know the whole story?' I asked him.

He nodded eagerly.

Was I ready to tell him everything?My whole life story? Yes, yes I was.

'Okay.' I nodded back, 'I told you about my home life. Or hell as I like to call it. People who get abused at home call school their escape. Not me. It was the same, worse even. I had no friends, I was bullied for being 'emo'...' I stopped as anger flashed across Frank's face.

'What's wrong?' I asked him.

'Emo.' he hissed, 'seriously? Emo means emotionally unstable, you may have been but bullying you for it? You have to be kidding me. Emo isn't a label, it's a state of mind. It's not how you dress or how you act it's more than that. People can't seem go understand that and it pisses me off that people label others emo then bully them for it.'

As he said all this I saw a new him, someone who has strong opinions of something, not just the Frank who lets Gerard speak in all the interviews. The real him. My heart fluttered strangely.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry,' I told him.

'You?' he replied, looking confused, 'you didn't make me angry. The people who bullied you for supposedly being an emo did. Not you babe, trust me.'

When he called me babe my heart fluttered again. What was going on?

'Oh.' I said simply. He motioned for me to carry on so I did, 'This girl, Lilly Phillips was the main bully, she bullied me for years, one time she drove me to the point where I...' I stopped. I couldn't tell him that. Then he would hate me. He'd be ashamed of how weak I was

'Where you what Madi?' he pleaded, 'please tell me.'

'I can't, you'd be so ashamed,' I whispered.

'I won't. I promise. Whatever it is I'll understand. I'll take care of you.'

As I looked into his eyes I made up my mind. I loved him. I lent forward and connected our lips. At first he was surprised but he soon kissed me back and licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I allowed him and opened my mouth, his tongue explored my mouth for a while until I pulled away, gasping for breath.