Sorry I took so long guys. My girlfriend was supposed to help but never came over so...

Anyway, enjoy this chapter...Comment if you can or want pleases? Okay, thanks.


"Thank you, Gerard! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mikey went on even through the next day.

"Okay Mikes, it's fine," I replied. I didn't want to talk. I didn't even want to smile, even if it was fake.

"But I love you so much!" he yelled, pouncing on me with happiness, wrapping is arms around me and giggling.

"Umm, you okay over there?" I asked playfully.

He scoffed. "I'm amazing, actually. This," he held up his unicorn, "is the best thing ever."

I bowed playfully, causing him to throw a pillow at my head. "Oh, whatever, Mikes."

"But still, thankyouthankyouthankyou," he rushed together.

"Yeah, okay," I said as I started for the kitchen. I really needed something to eat. It was only 9:21, but I felt like I was starving.

"Heard anything from Frank?" he asked curiously.

I froze where I was, almost dropping the milk. "No," I said slowly.

I was worried as hell for Frankie. My friend, boyfriend, whatever the hell he was, was just…I don't know. I felt like he was avoiding me, which he probably was.

"Well if Ray or I hear anything, then I'll tell you."

"Okay," I answered, not knowing what else to say. "Thanks, I suppose."

"Hey, I owe you with my life, man," he said, bringing his hand up to his chest.

"Damn right, you do," I said, resuming making myself breakfast.

I wasn't even sure what to make, so I just ended up throwing scrambled eggs and some sausage together. Not even that could take my mind off Frankie, though. Nothing could at this point.

"Please don't tell me you're going to clean the fucking house again," Mikey interrupted my thoughts.

I scoffed. "No…well…if it comes to it, then maybe."

He sighed. "Stop worrying. Frank will come around when he comes around. Just breathe, okay?" Mikey came into the kitchen and patted my back. "Hey, it's almost done. Why don't you go sit on the couch and I'll dish it up for us, okay?"

I was so thankful for Mikey that I didn't even interject and say that the breakfast was only for me. If he wanted some, then he could have some. Hell, he could have all of it, I was starting to feel sick anyway.

What if Frankie hated me? What if he got so mad that he just decided that he wasn't going to call or text me anymore? What if he didn't like me anymore?

But why would he hate me? I didn't really do anything to him. I didn't force him to do anything, really. All I did was just suggest some things to him, say that his dad should be put in jail for child abuse.

Mikey returned with two small plates of eggs and sausage and a glass of orange juice.

"You want anything to drink, Gerard?" he asked cautiously. He knew I was scared and in a bad mood, so he was going to be cautious. Made sense.

I shook my head, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I didn't want Mikey to see his big brother cry, so I turned my face away from him and closed my eyes. Why was I getting like this?

The eggs tasted a bit odd when I finally got the chance to hold back tears. Maybe because they were sitting for too long and just cooled down. Maybe because I just didn't feel in the mood to taste anything good enough. I don't even know.

After about the fifth bite my phone vibrated. My first thought was 'Frankie!', but instead it was Melissa.

Hey I gotta come over, it's urgent. Be there in five.

I texted back: What's wrong?

It's about Frank can't explain over text be there soon.

Mikey must have seen the worry on my face because he looked at me questioningly.

"Was it Frank?" he asked.

I shook my head. "It was a friend I had over yesterday. She's a friend of Frankie's, actually. She's coming over because she has to talk about Frank, I guess."

He nodded. "Should I stay or…"

"I think you'll be fine."

Mikey sighed dramatically for a moment. "Oh, Ray's supposed to be over in a minute, too. Is she homophobic?"

I scoffed. "Dude, she's basically his best friend. She thinks homophobia's gay and she knows about Frankie and I. You two will be fine."

"Okay," he replied as his phone lit up. "So Ray's here," he declared after reading the text.

Then Ray walked in just like he owned the damn place, no knocking or anything.

"God damn, Mikey! Did you not even lock the fucking door?" I shouted at him.

He raised his arms in defeat, walking over to Ray. "Well I knew he was coming over, so…"

I scoffed. "Okay, whatever. Melissa should be here in a minute.

Just then, out of coincidence or just pure luck, the door knocked.

"It's Melissa," said a voice from behind it.

I pointed to the door. "At least somebody knocks around here."

Ray rolled his eyes. "Just answer the door, you fucking pervert."

"I AM NOT A FUCKING PERVERT! What the hell, Ray?"

"Why you taking it so offensive, Gerard? Are you a pervert?"

I only rolled my eyes at him. Ray was odd, but I guess that was also normal, considering I'm a pretty odd person, too. Slowly I walked to the door, afraid of what Melissa had to say. I mean, it couldn't be that bad, right?

As soon as I had my hand on the knob, I mean without even turning it, Melissa thrust the door open and made me fall on my ass. She stared down at me for a few seconds with an expression that said, "why the fuck are you on the floor?" and then glared at me.

"Well get up, Gerard," she said quickly.

I got up on my feet quicker than most would think possible, but I was more worried than anything. What was she going to say? Her eyes did look red and slightly puffy, like she had been crying, but what made them like that was what worried me the most.

Not able to come up with any words, I just stared at her with my mouth opening and closing, much like that of a fish.

Melissa took a deep breath before speaking, and she put a hand on the nearest piece of furniture for support.

"Last night Frankie was admitted to the hospital," she barely above a whisper.

Ray and Mikey both gasped and looked at me, while a tear escaped Melissa's eye. My lungs felt like they didn't want to take any air in, and at that moment I felt like I should be someone admitted to the hospital.

She went on, speaking a bit louder than before. "I found him about a block away from his house, passed out in an alley. I called an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital. I'm sorry I didn't call you, Gerard. They were just asking so many questions and I was so worried and-and-" she broke off in tears, almost falling backwards before the three of us reached out and caught her.

"It's okay, Melissa. Really, it's fine," I reassured her multiple times.

"His face was bruised and messed up and there was blood all over his clothes," she sobbed.

There was one question that was on my mind that wouldn't quite go away. Best to ask sooner than to find out later.

"Melissa?" I asked cautiously.

She looked up at me through tear stained eyes. "Yes?"

"Is Frankie…" I trailed off. Thankfully she understood what I meant without needing me to finish the question.

"The doctors say he'll most likely be okay, but there is a small chance…"

I nodded. Even if it was only a small chance of my Frankie not being okay, it was still enough to put me in tears.

"Who would do that to him?" I asked more to myself than the others.

Unfortunately, I was answered. This answer made me want to track down that asshole and let him taste my fist.

Melissa frowned more than what I thought would ever be possible. When she spoke, she had a snarl in her voice. She only spoke two words, but they were enough to make me want to break everything in the house.

"His stepfather," she said venomously.