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The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You
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It’s Not The Life It Seems
[Chapter Ten – The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You]
Gerard Way’s Point of View
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Mikey was a total bastard! I looked at Frank whose face looked terrified, and I had an idea why. If I were in his position too, I would be as well… but I kind of was, so… yeah. My dad asked Mikey to leave the room, so he could speak to me alone. I was anxious to find out where Frank was going to go after this as well. I mean… we wouldn’t exactly be alone if Frankie was here… would we?
“Gee… what’s gonna happen?” he whispered into my ear softly when my father’s back was turned.
“I don’t know Frankie… I don’t know.” I said, taking his hand in mine and squeezing slightly.
My dad’s face was hidden beneath shadows and the door to my room was now shut. I could hear Frank’s breathing quicken against my back, and the pulse in his wrist was faster than ever. The heavy footsteps approached me, and I admit that I was starting to sweat. I was fucking nervous, but not afraid. I knew that my dad, Don, was a rational kind of guy, but I didn’t want him to take Frankie away from me.
“Gerard…” he started.
“Yes dad?”
“Frank, is it?”
“Yes sir…” Frank replied nervously.
“It’s good to see that young people have manners now a days at least.” He commented to himself. “Now you two boys. Michael tells me that you are dating. Is that true?”
“Truthfully… sir… I don’t know. Gerard is my friend.” Frank said softly and I squeezed his hand tighter and he squeezed back.
“Is what Frank says true Gerard?” he looked at me now.
“Yes dad… Franki-Frank is my friend.”
“Nothing more?”
“A-Actually… I-um… I’ve kind of… kissed Gerard before…” Frank admitted shyly.
I could tell my dad was getting tenser now, and his fingers were digging into his thighs, in attempts to control himself. “Is there anything else I should know boys?” his teeth clenched.
“No… that’s about it… and I took Frank out for some coffee this morning if you wanted to know.” I said.
“May I ask you something Gerard?” he tried to relax the tone in his voice.
“Yeah?” It’s not like I could say no…
“Why were you missing all night last night?”
“I… I was at Frank’s place.” I stuttered.
“And why were you there all night, not telling us you’d be gone? You mind telling me?”
I looked towards Frank, who nodded his head, and I hoped he was giving me approval for what I was about to say. “I spent the night with Frank… he had something he needed to tell me… it was really important to him… so I agreed to it and snuck out last night. Sorry…” I muttered.
“And what exactly was this? Can you enlighten me Frank?” my dad continued interrogating us.
“Um… I… needed someone to talk to. My dad was… uh…” Frankie was obviously having trouble putting the words together.
“His dad was really drunk last night… so he called me over cause he didn’t feel safe.” I said in a slur almost, trying to cover.
“Why would you put yourself in danger like that Gerard? I thought I raised you better than that! And Frank, why didn’t you just call the police to start with instead of having all of this happen?” I could tell he wasn’t trying to get mad.
“I-I… I don’t know… I guess I was scared… I didn’t know what to do…” he tried to explain, sparing my dad the brutal details.
“Do you have anything to say Gerard?”
“Frank has an abusive family dad… just hear me out… I mean… Frank is my friend, so that’s why I went out to help him. I mean… wouldn’t you do that if your friend was… hurt?” I defended Frankie. I didn’t care what my punishment was; I just didn’t want to see Frankie get hurt anymore.
“I have a feeling there’s something you’re not telling me Gerard. It’s okay. It’s just Frank and us here. Your mother is dealing with Mikey.” He said solemnly.
I turned towards Frank, and then I gave him a nod, and he nodded back, “My dad raped me last night Mr. Way…” Frank admitted.
My dad then exited the room. I wasn’t sure why, but he did. Frank’s face was dripping with tears, some already dried up on his lightly tanned skin. I knew there had been too many tears shed tonight. It was heart wrenching and I hated crying, and even more, I hated seeing Frankie cry. I wiped his face with my hand, and I kissed his lips softly and tenderly. He whimpered but kissed me back. I rubbed his back through his t-shirt and held him close to me.
I whispered into his ear, “Frankie… I love you too.” I finally finished my sentence.
Minutes later, there was a knock on my door, with my parents now entering, Mikey free.
”Frank… what’s you telephone number? We need to call your parents to come and pick you up.” My mother Donna asked him gently. Frank handed her his cell phone, which was already dialing his home phone. Sadness filled his eyes, as he was escorted out. He waved to me and mouthed ‘bye Gee… I’ll miss you,’ before the door was once again shut.
Frank Iero’s Point of View
What the fuck was happening? What were they gonna do to Gerard? What the hell did I do? Gerard obviously didn’t deserve this… If anyone did, it was me. He was always the one standing up for me now, and I’m the shit that picked on him at school. This was not right at all. I learned that Gerard’s mom’s name was Donna, from Mikey’s constant whining. I wanted to shut that kid up so badly right now. I sat at their dinner table, as I listened to Donna talk on my cell phone to, which I was assuming, my mother. She laughed every now and then, but I wasn’t sure how it was on the other side. I didn’t even know if she knew that my dad had raped me, and if she told my mom, fuck I was screwed.
“Frank, here’s your phone back. Thanks for letting me use it.” She sang, “Your mom really is a great person.”
“No problem…” I rolled my eyes, staring out the window into the gray day that was outside.
I twiddled my thumbs, waiting for something to happen really. Each minute felt like and hour with nothing to do here. I waited, and then saw my mom’s sliver Corolla pull up into the driveway of the house. I really didn’t want to go home now. Really, not now. The doorbell rang and Donna answered it, welcoming my mom and offering her something to drink. She kindly refused, and took me by the arm, thanking the Ways for their hospitality. I could tell all this shit my mom was doing was fake, because that’s really not how she was. I admit my mom was nice, but this was just scary.
As soon we got into the car, she started interrogating me. “Why were you over at Gerard’s house and didn’t tell me?”
“Mom… just… let me explain okay? Don’t get too worked up or anything. It’s bad for your blood pressure.” I had to lie to her. I would rather have to lie to my own mother, than get another brutal beating from my dad.
“Okay Frankie. Go on…”
“Okay so we had this class project together and I had already made plans with him since like… last week…” I said extremely fast.
“What class was this exactly?” she asked.
“Oh… it was er… Art. We were supposed to be partners or something for creating this book of the stages of development in art.”
“Okay… I see. So… why did Mrs. Way call me then, saying you needed to be picked up?”
“Gerard had something he needed to attend to that just kinda… popped up last minute. He said he was gonna drive me home… so…”
“Oh, okay. That’s fine. I understand.”
“Thanks mom…” I said.
“It’s no problem Frankie.”
Gerard Way’s Point of View
Frank was gone. I knew my parents would want to get rid of him as soon as they found out. I knew it. Now, I was sitting alone in my room, waiting for my parents to come and get me. They said they had some things to discuss, then they would tell me when the time was right. I wanted to call Frankie and ask if he was okay because I didn’t know if his mom was home… or it was just his fucker of a father. I flipped my cell open, and luckily, there was a signal. I dialed his number and waited. It rang over and over… but soon went to voicemail. I feared that he was getting another brutal session by now, and it was entirely my fault.
Then a knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I muttered, “Come in…”
“Gerard. Please come outside and take a seat at the table. Your mother and I have some things we’d like to tell you.”
“O-Okay…” I followed him outside, and found my mother crying again, sitting at the table with Mikey beside her.
“So Gerard… about your friend… Frank. Tell us more about him.” He started.
“Okay… well his full name is Frank Anthony Iero… he’s Italian… he’s an only child… um… he goes to my school… but he’s only in grade eleven… Mikey’s grade. He’s on the football team and is the star quarterback… I don’t know this for a fact but his girlfriend’s name was Kristy…” I went on and on with useless info about Frank that came to my mind.
“Slow down there Gerard… so… he’s a year younger than you right?” My dad asked for confirmation.
“Yes.” I said.
“Well… I know this is your graduating year and all and that your grades are extremely important…” he kept talking about how my grades were so damn important… I was gonna go to fucking art school… I mean… what did it matter really? “We can’t have you distracted by anything so next week, we’ve decided that you’ll be going to a boarding school. You’ll be moving out next week.”
“What…?” that was all I could say.
“This is for the best Gerard. Trust us. We’re your parents.” My mom tried to reassure me.
“No… I’m not leaving.” I remained firm. “Frankie needs me okay?!”
Mikey giggled, “You called him Frankie! See mom and dad! I told you they were dating.”
“Shut your fucking mouth Mikey!” I screamed at him.
“Watch your language young man!” my mother yelled at me.
“Mikey… please… will you just stop?” my dad scolded him.
“Sorry dad…” he apologized, still glaring at me.
“I didn’t say we weren’t…” I whispered softly to myself.
“So you really are romantically linked to this Iero kid?” he asked me sternly.
“Y-Yeah… kind of…” I admitted.
“Was it just him kissing you or did you kiss him back… and maybe even more?” my mother asked. I could see the prejudice in her eyes, trying to avoid my eye contact.
“I-I… I kissed him back… and… er… slept with him…”
“You what?!” Both of them screamed at the same moment.
“No! It’s not what you think! I swear!” Damn am I bad with words… “I meant that- uh-um… I spent the night at his place last night… and he didn’t have an extra bed so…”
“No need to explain Gerard… but our decision is final. We don’t want you to have any distractions.” He said, and then exited the room with my mother close behind.
This was their way of disowning me. Shipping me out to some boarding school just so they wouldn’t have to see my gay ass in this house anymore. What fucking homophobes... They thought it was good for me, they thought it would help… but what about Frankie? Doesn’t he deserve a good life? It really would be better if they shipped him off… not me. Then he could at least get away from his dad and all the abuse… What was Frankie doing now anyways? I was back in my room, and I got my cell phone again. It said I had 7 missed calls. Oh shit… That really can’t be good. They were all from Frankie…
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Hey everyone ! This is my… not so dramatic… or… maybe it was… update. I’m really not sure but I’d love to hear some feedback from you. The plot is just getting started and it’s gonna be a hell of a bumpy ride from here on out. I hope you’re willing to take the ride with Gee and Frankie (: I’m sorry if it got cliché… at all. Cause it’s hard to think of really original stuff now. I’ll update again soon. Be patient with me. Please? Thank you loves for all the reviews. Love ya. (:
~Rayy
[Chapter Ten – The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You]
Gerard Way’s Point of View
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Mikey was a total bastard! I looked at Frank whose face looked terrified, and I had an idea why. If I were in his position too, I would be as well… but I kind of was, so… yeah. My dad asked Mikey to leave the room, so he could speak to me alone. I was anxious to find out where Frank was going to go after this as well. I mean… we wouldn’t exactly be alone if Frankie was here… would we?
“Gee… what’s gonna happen?” he whispered into my ear softly when my father’s back was turned.
“I don’t know Frankie… I don’t know.” I said, taking his hand in mine and squeezing slightly.
My dad’s face was hidden beneath shadows and the door to my room was now shut. I could hear Frank’s breathing quicken against my back, and the pulse in his wrist was faster than ever. The heavy footsteps approached me, and I admit that I was starting to sweat. I was fucking nervous, but not afraid. I knew that my dad, Don, was a rational kind of guy, but I didn’t want him to take Frankie away from me.
“Gerard…” he started.
“Yes dad?”
“Frank, is it?”
“Yes sir…” Frank replied nervously.
“It’s good to see that young people have manners now a days at least.” He commented to himself. “Now you two boys. Michael tells me that you are dating. Is that true?”
“Truthfully… sir… I don’t know. Gerard is my friend.” Frank said softly and I squeezed his hand tighter and he squeezed back.
“Is what Frank says true Gerard?” he looked at me now.
“Yes dad… Franki-Frank is my friend.”
“Nothing more?”
“A-Actually… I-um… I’ve kind of… kissed Gerard before…” Frank admitted shyly.
I could tell my dad was getting tenser now, and his fingers were digging into his thighs, in attempts to control himself. “Is there anything else I should know boys?” his teeth clenched.
“No… that’s about it… and I took Frank out for some coffee this morning if you wanted to know.” I said.
“May I ask you something Gerard?” he tried to relax the tone in his voice.
“Yeah?” It’s not like I could say no…
“Why were you missing all night last night?”
“I… I was at Frank’s place.” I stuttered.
“And why were you there all night, not telling us you’d be gone? You mind telling me?”
I looked towards Frank, who nodded his head, and I hoped he was giving me approval for what I was about to say. “I spent the night with Frank… he had something he needed to tell me… it was really important to him… so I agreed to it and snuck out last night. Sorry…” I muttered.
“And what exactly was this? Can you enlighten me Frank?” my dad continued interrogating us.
“Um… I… needed someone to talk to. My dad was… uh…” Frankie was obviously having trouble putting the words together.
“His dad was really drunk last night… so he called me over cause he didn’t feel safe.” I said in a slur almost, trying to cover.
“Why would you put yourself in danger like that Gerard? I thought I raised you better than that! And Frank, why didn’t you just call the police to start with instead of having all of this happen?” I could tell he wasn’t trying to get mad.
“I-I… I don’t know… I guess I was scared… I didn’t know what to do…” he tried to explain, sparing my dad the brutal details.
“Do you have anything to say Gerard?”
“Frank has an abusive family dad… just hear me out… I mean… Frank is my friend, so that’s why I went out to help him. I mean… wouldn’t you do that if your friend was… hurt?” I defended Frankie. I didn’t care what my punishment was; I just didn’t want to see Frankie get hurt anymore.
“I have a feeling there’s something you’re not telling me Gerard. It’s okay. It’s just Frank and us here. Your mother is dealing with Mikey.” He said solemnly.
I turned towards Frank, and then I gave him a nod, and he nodded back, “My dad raped me last night Mr. Way…” Frank admitted.
My dad then exited the room. I wasn’t sure why, but he did. Frank’s face was dripping with tears, some already dried up on his lightly tanned skin. I knew there had been too many tears shed tonight. It was heart wrenching and I hated crying, and even more, I hated seeing Frankie cry. I wiped his face with my hand, and I kissed his lips softly and tenderly. He whimpered but kissed me back. I rubbed his back through his t-shirt and held him close to me.
I whispered into his ear, “Frankie… I love you too.” I finally finished my sentence.
Minutes later, there was a knock on my door, with my parents now entering, Mikey free.
”Frank… what’s you telephone number? We need to call your parents to come and pick you up.” My mother Donna asked him gently. Frank handed her his cell phone, which was already dialing his home phone. Sadness filled his eyes, as he was escorted out. He waved to me and mouthed ‘bye Gee… I’ll miss you,’ before the door was once again shut.
Frank Iero’s Point of View
What the fuck was happening? What were they gonna do to Gerard? What the hell did I do? Gerard obviously didn’t deserve this… If anyone did, it was me. He was always the one standing up for me now, and I’m the shit that picked on him at school. This was not right at all. I learned that Gerard’s mom’s name was Donna, from Mikey’s constant whining. I wanted to shut that kid up so badly right now. I sat at their dinner table, as I listened to Donna talk on my cell phone to, which I was assuming, my mother. She laughed every now and then, but I wasn’t sure how it was on the other side. I didn’t even know if she knew that my dad had raped me, and if she told my mom, fuck I was screwed.
“Frank, here’s your phone back. Thanks for letting me use it.” She sang, “Your mom really is a great person.”
“No problem…” I rolled my eyes, staring out the window into the gray day that was outside.
I twiddled my thumbs, waiting for something to happen really. Each minute felt like and hour with nothing to do here. I waited, and then saw my mom’s sliver Corolla pull up into the driveway of the house. I really didn’t want to go home now. Really, not now. The doorbell rang and Donna answered it, welcoming my mom and offering her something to drink. She kindly refused, and took me by the arm, thanking the Ways for their hospitality. I could tell all this shit my mom was doing was fake, because that’s really not how she was. I admit my mom was nice, but this was just scary.
As soon we got into the car, she started interrogating me. “Why were you over at Gerard’s house and didn’t tell me?”
“Mom… just… let me explain okay? Don’t get too worked up or anything. It’s bad for your blood pressure.” I had to lie to her. I would rather have to lie to my own mother, than get another brutal beating from my dad.
“Okay Frankie. Go on…”
“Okay so we had this class project together and I had already made plans with him since like… last week…” I said extremely fast.
“What class was this exactly?” she asked.
“Oh… it was er… Art. We were supposed to be partners or something for creating this book of the stages of development in art.”
“Okay… I see. So… why did Mrs. Way call me then, saying you needed to be picked up?”
“Gerard had something he needed to attend to that just kinda… popped up last minute. He said he was gonna drive me home… so…”
“Oh, okay. That’s fine. I understand.”
“Thanks mom…” I said.
“It’s no problem Frankie.”
Gerard Way’s Point of View
Frank was gone. I knew my parents would want to get rid of him as soon as they found out. I knew it. Now, I was sitting alone in my room, waiting for my parents to come and get me. They said they had some things to discuss, then they would tell me when the time was right. I wanted to call Frankie and ask if he was okay because I didn’t know if his mom was home… or it was just his fucker of a father. I flipped my cell open, and luckily, there was a signal. I dialed his number and waited. It rang over and over… but soon went to voicemail. I feared that he was getting another brutal session by now, and it was entirely my fault.
Then a knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I muttered, “Come in…”
“Gerard. Please come outside and take a seat at the table. Your mother and I have some things we’d like to tell you.”
“O-Okay…” I followed him outside, and found my mother crying again, sitting at the table with Mikey beside her.
“So Gerard… about your friend… Frank. Tell us more about him.” He started.
“Okay… well his full name is Frank Anthony Iero… he’s Italian… he’s an only child… um… he goes to my school… but he’s only in grade eleven… Mikey’s grade. He’s on the football team and is the star quarterback… I don’t know this for a fact but his girlfriend’s name was Kristy…” I went on and on with useless info about Frank that came to my mind.
“Slow down there Gerard… so… he’s a year younger than you right?” My dad asked for confirmation.
“Yes.” I said.
“Well… I know this is your graduating year and all and that your grades are extremely important…” he kept talking about how my grades were so damn important… I was gonna go to fucking art school… I mean… what did it matter really? “We can’t have you distracted by anything so next week, we’ve decided that you’ll be going to a boarding school. You’ll be moving out next week.”
“What…?” that was all I could say.
“This is for the best Gerard. Trust us. We’re your parents.” My mom tried to reassure me.
“No… I’m not leaving.” I remained firm. “Frankie needs me okay?!”
Mikey giggled, “You called him Frankie! See mom and dad! I told you they were dating.”
“Shut your fucking mouth Mikey!” I screamed at him.
“Watch your language young man!” my mother yelled at me.
“Mikey… please… will you just stop?” my dad scolded him.
“Sorry dad…” he apologized, still glaring at me.
“I didn’t say we weren’t…” I whispered softly to myself.
“So you really are romantically linked to this Iero kid?” he asked me sternly.
“Y-Yeah… kind of…” I admitted.
“Was it just him kissing you or did you kiss him back… and maybe even more?” my mother asked. I could see the prejudice in her eyes, trying to avoid my eye contact.
“I-I… I kissed him back… and… er… slept with him…”
“You what?!” Both of them screamed at the same moment.
“No! It’s not what you think! I swear!” Damn am I bad with words… “I meant that- uh-um… I spent the night at his place last night… and he didn’t have an extra bed so…”
“No need to explain Gerard… but our decision is final. We don’t want you to have any distractions.” He said, and then exited the room with my mother close behind.
This was their way of disowning me. Shipping me out to some boarding school just so they wouldn’t have to see my gay ass in this house anymore. What fucking homophobes... They thought it was good for me, they thought it would help… but what about Frankie? Doesn’t he deserve a good life? It really would be better if they shipped him off… not me. Then he could at least get away from his dad and all the abuse… What was Frankie doing now anyways? I was back in my room, and I got my cell phone again. It said I had 7 missed calls. Oh shit… That really can’t be good. They were all from Frankie…
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Hey everyone ! This is my… not so dramatic… or… maybe it was… update. I’m really not sure but I’d love to hear some feedback from you. The plot is just getting started and it’s gonna be a hell of a bumpy ride from here on out. I hope you’re willing to take the ride with Gee and Frankie (: I’m sorry if it got cliché… at all. Cause it’s hard to think of really original stuff now. I’ll update again soon. Be patient with me. Please? Thank you loves for all the reviews. Love ya. (:
~Rayy
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