Gerard's P.O.V
I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand and looked up at Frank, who still had his arm around me. This was the first time in years that I've felt safe.
'You shouldn't be sorry, Frank.'
'Well I am. I didn't realise that you missed me, I thought I was nothing to you. I mean, in the corridor you called me 'the kid' like you didn't even know who I was.'
'Oh my god, I didn't mean it, I'm so ashamed of myself, I was just showing off.'
Frank nodded, as if he was fine with it.
'You're just going to forgive me? For all the things I've done?'
'Well..I guess.' he smiled at me
I turned to face him, and threw my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug, his hair smelled amazing. I breathed in his scent. We hugged for about a minute
'Mr. Iero, Mr. Way, what on earth are you doing?'
Frank quickly pulled away from me, and we looked towards where the voice was coming from. It was the teacher.
'Fuck' Frank said, under his breath.
'I don't know what the hell's going on here, and I don't really want to. Get back to class. Now.'
We both nodded, but stayed silent. We walked down the corridor, exchanging glances. And suddenly we both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
'This is NOT a laughing matter!' The teacher snapped, she sounded flustered. We looked at her face, and laughed even harder.
We heard the last bell ring over our laughter, and we ran. Frank was giggling like crazy, he had fuck a cute giggle..and a cute face..and body..everything about him was cute, in fact.
I stopped in my tracks. I like Frank.
'Hey, you okay?' Frank said, in between heavy breaths. He must be tired from running
'Oh, uh, yeah' I said, running my hands through my hair.
'I should probably go home now, see you tomorrow?'
'Of course.' I smiled, and he beamed back. He turned round, and when he reached the school door, he waved, and then, he was gone.
Frank's P.O.V
I walked down my street. Smiling to myself.
It felt so good to be friends with Gerard again. I must admit, under all the hate I was feeling for him, I did miss him.
I walked up my front garden, the sweet scent of the roses filling my nose. I unlocked the front door, and strolled into the kitchen.
'Hello, son.'
I jolted my head up, at the familiar voice. There, sat at the table was dad.
'What the fuck are you doing here?' I demanded 'And where's mum?'
He rolled his eyes. 'she's just gone to the shop.'
'Oh, and WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS?' I shouted, realising what had happened, it was all coming back to me
'I've been...elsewhere.' A smug smile spread across his face
I slammed my fist down on the table, causing his coffee to spill over his newspaper. 'You left us on our own, with barely any money.' I said, through gritted teeth.
He pushed his chair back in rage, and stood up. 'Well, It's not my fault that your mother's a complete bitch and you are a worthless piece of shit'
The words hit me. They surged through my body
Worthless piece of shit
'MUM'S NOT A BITCH!' I screamed, I couldn't control myself, my hand collided with his cheek. It took me a few seconds to come to terms with what I'd just done, and when I did, I ran so fast, I steamed out of the front door. I didn't know where I was running, but If he found me, I was dead. I pulled my hood up, and ran around a corner.
Gerard's P.O.V
I sat down on the park bench, and took another puff of my cigarette. Carlos walked over to me.
'Stabbed some fag today, you should have seen his face, man' he said, sniggering
I laughed, and he took my lighter and lit his own cigarette.
One thing nobody knows about, is my gang.
'Hey, G ,Carlos, check this one out!' Called Jay
We both strolled over to look at what Jay was pointing at. It was a fairly small guy, he had his hood up and the rest of his face was covered in a mop of black hair, he seemed familiar.
Carlos pulled his bandanna up over his nose and mouth, I followed his actions, so did the rest of the gang. We walked over to the boy. He stopped in his tracks
'What you doing in the Scorpions area?' Jay asked. We formed a semi circle around him, he backed against the wall.
'W-what I don't know who the scorpions are' he said, his voice trembling. But I recognized this voice, it was Frank.
I pulled my bandanna up so it was just below my eyes, and let my hair fall into my face, making sure he didn't know it was me.
'It's us, dumbass'
'Oh, shit, I-'
'What are you doing here?' Jay demanded
'I..um, I wanted to join the gang?'
Everyone erupted in laughter.
'Look at you!' Carlos sneered, pushing Frank back into the wall.
'If you want to be in the Scorpions gang, you gotta pass the test' Liam said
'Oh..right..um what test?'
'Well, there's a choice. You can either get beat up by three of our toughest boys, or, stand absolutely still, while I throw a knife at you. What do you want, kid?' Carlos asked, as if it was the most normal question ever.
Franks face went a very pale colour, and he bit hard on his lip
'..I-I'll get beat up' he mumbled , looking at the floor.
'G, Liam, Nick.' Carlos said, snapping his fingers at us.
I froze. My head started to rush; I can't do this to Frank.
My thoughts were soon interrupted as I head Frank whimper, as Nick's fist crashed into his pale face and he fell to the ground, clutching the side of his face. Liam stepped forwards and his foot soon collided with Frank's chest. And again, and again, he was kicking every part of Frank's body. I couldn't even look. After about 5 minutes of the torturous sound of Franks screaming and pleading for help, Liam stepped back, and beckoned me towards Frank's battered body.
I inhaled deeply, and reluctantly stepped forwards. Frank looked up at me, Blood was streaming from his punctured lip, and the skin around his left eye was a dark purple. His eyes stared into mine, full of helplessness.
'Please..' he croaked. 'don't'
A tear rolled down his cheek, leaving a trail of clean skin, the rest of his face was covered in dirt and blood.
'DO IT!' Carlos encouraged me
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, then opened them. I stepped forwards again , lifted my leg, then crashed it down onto Franks limp body. I heard the crack of what sounded like his rib, and his scream echoed through the whole park. After that, a deadly silence filled the air. I looked down, his eyes rolled back into his sockets and he was lying in a puddle of his own crimson blood.
A cheer came from the rest of the boys, then I heard their footsteps running away. I still stood, staring. I kneeled down next to him.
Shit
