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I Never Told You What I Do For A Living Chapter 9

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"Frankie, are you okay," I whispered. He didn't say a word, just shook his head. "I'm going to your house to pick up some clothes. Is there anything you want me to get especially?"
"Pansy, bring me Pansy,"
"Anything you want, baby," I said, laying a kiss upon his head. I grabbed Frankie's keys wlked into both the kitchen and the lounge room to  find mom. I eventually gave up, resorting to the easy, yet annoying way. "Mom!" I yelled through the house. "I'm in my room Gerard," she replied. Oh…I didn't look there. Don't I fuckin feel stupid? "What is it honey," she asked as I carelessly leaned against the doorframe. "I'm going to his place to get some stuff, can you…?"
"Yes, I will look after him,"
"Thank you so much,"
"He's been through a lot and you really love him. I can see it in your eyes. You have this vibrant glow I've never seen before. I completely understand. Frankie just needs looking after…we'll be fine. How is he anyway?"
"He has stopped crying and managed to capture a few hours of sleep, he's hurting though,"
"Of course he is. The poor guy is probably traumatized. Gerard, go retrieve his stuff, it will be okay."
I smiled, kissing my mother on the cheek before heading out the door feeling slightly relieved.

~*~

I opened the door, walking carefully into his house. "Frank?" Mikey shouted. "Is that you,"
"No, it's me…Gerard."
"Hey, Gerard, let me explain," Mikey requested, stepping into the lounge.
"Just leave Mikey,"
"But…"
"Fuckin leave me alone! You heard what Frankie said…just stay the fuck away from me!" I screamed, tears hitting the floor.
"Just hear me out," he begged. I shoved past him and paced to the corner, picking up Pansy from the stand and headed to Frank's room. I grabbed a bag from his floor and began throwing in random –shirts and other various pieces of clothing that I could find. I also found half a bag of skittles. I rolled up the bag and stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I opened the back door, carefully laying down Pansy on the backseat. I shut the back door sat in the front, chucking Frank's bag on the passenger seat. He wanted explain! Nothing Mikey says can explain. His actions are just so indescribable…fucked up. I gripped the steering wheel, resting my head against my hands, crying loudly. I have to get out of here. I stuck the key into the ignition and turned the car on. I sped off home, tears falling down my burning red cheeks.

~*~

"Hey," Frankie whispered, smiling. It was a broken smile, but it was still beautiful.
"Hey beautiful," I replied sitting on the bed next to where he lay. "I brought you Pansy, some clothes and I found this bag of Skittles in your room,"
"Thank you. Did you see…him?"
"Yeah, I told him to fuck off,"
"I don't get it Gee, how could he do that to me?" Frankie sniffed, sitting up and hugging me.
"I know, I know, me neither. I wish I could help you baby,"
"You are," he replied, kissing me. I looked at him confused. "You're being there for me when I need you most," he continued. "I never asked you to go get my things and him, I never asked you to wrap me up and bring me here. You could have left me with my incest, mentally fucked up brother…but you didn't,"
"Your just rambling Frankie,"
"You need to hear this," he argued. "You didn't run and you didn't hide. You haven't forced me to open up or get out of this bed, this room. Gerard, you're doing everything I need you too. You're being there for me. That is all I need from you baby,"
"Are you sure?"
"I never asked you for anything, Gerard. With everything that has happened today kind of made me question why you are doing all of this,"
"I love you,"
"Not as much as I love you, believe me. Thank you for everything,"
"It's nothing," I smiled.
"Yes, it means everything to me. I really appreciate it Gerard."
He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue sliding against my bottom lip. I allowed him entrance and our tongues fought for domination. I was a little surprised by his actions, especially after he flinched away last time, but I didn't push him away. I couldn't. His hands slid under my shirt and they were cold against my skin. Frankie tugged at my shirt, staring at me innocently. I pulled away reluctantly. "I can't," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "I just can't. Sorry Frankie."
"It's okay, but baby…why not?"
"After yesterday, I can't."
"What? Are you saying you will never sleep with me again?" His eyes were wide. He himself looked as if he was going to start crying too.
"No, god no. I just can't. I want too, believe me I do, but…"
"Just stop! I understand Gee, it's fine."
"I still can't even comprehend everything that has happened, you know?" I cried.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry baby," he whispered, kissing my cheek and stroking my face, occasionally wiping away the tears as we lay on the bed. "It'll be okay baby. I'll be okay." Calling me 'baby' was becoming such a nice habit. I confessed to myself. Frankie lay there, cradling me to his chest, his inked musician's arms hugging me tight. He stayed cradling me whilst I wept, waiting for me to fall asleep in his arms.
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