Franks p.o.v

I woke up at around 1:00 am as my mum stumbled through the door hitting many of the bottles of the floor and cursing loudly. I sighed. There was no real surprise that she was drunk again, I mean, I wouldn't expect anything else with that woman. I just knew it meant no more sleep for the night. She was storming around downstairs complaining about something UN audible. All I could here was an odd curse or trip until I heard a loud bellow of my name.

"FRAAANK!"I knew better than to pretend I was still asleep as she just came up in to my room and hit me with a broken bottle until she was satisfied. I crawled out of bed and exited my room. On my way downstairs I stood on a lot of glass and rubbish as I also knew better than to turn on the light when she's always hung over, high or drunk. That never bothered me too much as I like the darkness it was just the fact that I couldn't see anything on the ground.

"Yeah mom," I mumbled to her when I reached where she was in the kitchen. She slapped me hard across the face and I could see from the little light from the window that she was fuming.

"What the FUCK have you done with my booze you little piece of SHIT!" she growled with the expectation of shrieking at the curses. I looked to her side on the table and saw an unopened wine bottle broken with wine also going down her side from where her hand was soaked in the stuff. I realized there were also bits of glass and blood covering her hand. I realized she had been so drunk in her effort to get worse she broke the drink she was after. I realized a lot. I had spent to long thinking about all this and wandering how to reply that she felt I was ignoring her so I got another smack to the face but unfortunately it was with the glass hand. She didn't seem to flinch when the glass shards dug deeper in to her now clenched fist. But on the other hand I could feel the deep gashes in my face began to ooze blood.

As she began to spit venomous words at me I legged it to my room and locked the door behind me. I could hear her trying to make it up the stairs.

"FRANK IERO YOU ERR GOINN TO PEEYY!" Her words were getting slurred which meant she'd pass out soon. I walked to my bed and crawled in, beginning a quiet sob. I didn't expect anyone to come, ever. And I knew they wouldn't. But soon after my mother stopped struggling, shouting or screaming I was able to cry myself in to bliss full sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a banging headache. It took me a while to remember the occurrences of the previous night. I sat up and there was a pool of blood on my pillow. I could hear my mother snoring on the stairs and the time read 11:17 am. I decided against going straight to school and instead went to the bathroom to check my wounds from the previous night. Deep gashes were striped across my face and blood stained my cheek and forehead. A tear rolled down from my eye and I wiped that, along with my blood, from my face. Once I was finished I headed carefully down to the kitchen, being careful not to wake my mom who was sprawled across the stairs still. I quickly made my breakfast/lunch that wasn't much, then I went and got dressed applying a quick bit of eyeliner. I left for school and would arrive just after lunch for the afternoon.

Gerard's p.o.v

Whilst speaking to my boss about my hopes for my house, he told me how he feared it would take me a while to save up and suggested maybe I go back to school to finish my exams so I could get a better job if necessary. Whilst sleeping on the mat I had found, I considered my bosses words. I hated school. Despite being an angel I still had enemies. The bullies at school who were just complete ass holes claimed they didn't like the fact I was too perfect or the girls all seemed to have massive crushes on me. I would get beat up worse than any of the other kids as it took a lot to hurt me and they weren't satisfied until they had. They didn't even know about me liking guys and I don't think I could manage if they did.

Eventually I went and talked to the head teacher of Belleville high school and got a placement put in. I was starting in a week and had mixed emotions. I feared the pain I would once again be put through and I knew it would be worse with the still fresh wounds on my back. But I was nervous about the exams as well as the fact that I would be much older than any of the others as I was 19 but I had dropped out when I was 16 so I never took my exams. I'll be in the same classes as the seventeen-ish year olds. I didn't mind this so much as I didn't view it as a possible problem.