Helloooooo! Sorry, been neglecting again, haven't I? Never mind, you'll get over it. This chapter is kind of a long one, I guess...Don't hate me. I know it's sick, but it's part of the big plan.

Chapter 6 – Torture Device

"I should probably get home, it's getting late." I said reluctantly. I didn't want to leave. I had had the most amazing evening with Gerard. To any ordinary person it would seem like a pretty boring and casual evening. To me, it meant the world.

We had sat and talked for hours about anything and everything, until the sun had been swallowed by the horizon. We shared little romantic kisses from time to time and just enjoyed each other's company. But all good things must come to an end.

"Okay, do you want me to drive you?" Gerard's voice had a hint of sadness buried in it. I guess he didn't want me to go either.

"Would you? It's just, I don't know my way home…"

"Sure, I'll just go and get my keys." He smirked before he ran off, quicker than you could ever imagine. I blinked, and he was back. He held out his hand for me to take, which of course, I did.

We strode out to the car hand in hand, blissfully unaware of our surroundings. Gerard held the passenger door open for me, like a true gentleman. By the time I had slid in, he was already sat down and started the car. I was going to have to get used to this super speed thing.

He was soon driving off, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of a Misfits track. I tried to memorise the road names, so I could find my way back to Gerard's on my own in the future. It was only a ten minute drive, so it wasn't that difficult to memorise.

My heart sank when he stopped outside my house. This was the end of an amazing night; I didn't want it to end so suddenly…By the look on Gerard's face, neither did he.

"So Frank, are we, like…a couple now?" he looked fearful of my answer. He had no reason to be, though.

"Of course! And in a few days, it's not like I'd have a choice anyway…" I smirked. He smiled shyly behind his wall of ebony locks. I pushed them behind his ear and kissed his pale lips softly, as if to reassure him. He kissed me back without hesitation.

"I should really go. Before my Dad gets home…" I sighed.

"Okay; I'll see you at school tomorrow." He leaned forward and kissed me goodbye, before I got out of the car, and walked into my uninviting home.

"The darkened hallways looked eerie, as if all kinds of ghosts and ghouls could jump out of nowhere. You know when your home is pitch black, and you run up the stairs instead of walk to escape a non-existent axe murderer? Yeah, that's what I did…I didn't fancy hanging around downstairs.

So instead, I hastily retreated to my bedroom. It was all a little more inviting once I had switched on the light. The stares of Freddie Mercury, Kurt Cobain, and Ozzy Osbourne bore into my eyes from their lifeless positions on my wall. Something about their stares scared me tonight…

With my Mum at work and my Father at some bar rotting his liver from the inside-out, I decided to play my guitar; my beautiful Pansy. Effortless melodies flowed from my fingers onto the fret board, lulling me into a comfortable bliss.

But, my stomach soon grumbled with neglect. The fucking thing though my throat had been cut! I ventured downstairs into the cold, dark kitchen to find a bite to eat. Ha, a bite…That's funny!

I was about to walk back upstairs into my room, bag of skittle in hand, when a huge crash stopped all of my movements. The front door had been kicked open, and a wasted father figure stood in the doorway. He kicked it shut behind him and smirked like the devil himself.

Oh shit, here we go again…

He began the short walk towards me, stumbling slightly, but still sure of himself. I backed up against the counter in fear. Bad idea, Frankie boy! Now you're trapped…He stood in front of me, his face inches above mine, and millimetres apart.

"Hey son! How're ya doin'?" he slurred, his tainted breath making my nose shrivel.

"I'm okay thank you, sir." My voice shook unwillingly.

"Good, good…Is your mother home?"

"No, sir."

"Shame…I really want a blow job…" his honesty was repulsive. "Say, you're gay, aren't you son? You like sucking cock?" I stayed silent, for fear of a beating. Wrong move… "ANSWER ME, BOY!"

"Yes, yes I am gay sir…" I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Then you could do it for her, couldn't you? That's a fucking good idea! Get on your knees then, Frank." Was he serious? I'd rather he beat me to a pulp than that…

"Dad…are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. Get on your fucking knees, Frank."

"But Dad, I…"

"GET ON YOUR KNEES." He bellowed and I fell to my knees, glaring at his feet. He was serious about this…Why? He'd always hated the idea of two guys…And this was just plain SICK! He was my DAD for fucks sake! Incest is totally disgusting, not to mention illegal!

I continued to stare at his feet, silent tears burning trails into my cheeks. My eyes grew wide and my blood ran icy cold when I heard the unmistakable sound of an opening zipper…Oh god, please, no!

I felt his hand grip onto my hair and pull my head back up, eye level with the most evil of torture devices. I pushed against his legs, trying to make him stumble backwards so I could run, but to no avail.

"Frank, open your mouth, or I swear to god I will beat the shit out of you!" he growled. This was so sick…When I refused his demand he smacked me across the side of the head. I groaned in pain and he took this as his opportunity to thrust himself into my mouth. I cried out in a muffled and pathetic attempt to attract help. All I could do was gag. I wanted to throw up.

He was thrusting and groaning, thrusting and groaning…I started to lose awareness and could only sob. How could he do this to his own son?

My awareness kept coming back to me in small bursts, the leaving again. It came back long enough to hear a voice…

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Ooooooohhhhh! Who's voice is that?

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