"It'll be okay, Frankie, my mom will take care of this."
Gerard’s soothing words didn't do much to calm me down, but it helped to have him here, holding my hand.
Later that night around eleven when Gerard’s mom got home he told her what happened.
"Well, Frank, there's not much I can do, if your parents want you back I can't keep you here, there are few options, I don't like any of them."
I nodded and gripped Gerard’s hand.
"Well…school's out in a week…You and Gerard could...I'm not going to say it, no parent should tell their child to do this…"
"Run away?...But where?” Gerard asked.
"Well..."
"Dad."
She nodded.
"I do not want you to see your father, but he says he's changed, he went to counseling and rehab. He really wants to see you and he'd be the one that'd be the most understanding of this whole mess…And I know he'd love you, Frank."
"But what would I do about coming back to school? Not that I really want to, but, ya know, education…” I asked.
"I don't know...It was just a silly idea. Going back to your parents would be best."
"But I would never get to see Gerard again. EVER,” I protested.
"I know, that's why I'm against both ideas…Well, whatever, don't let it bother you right now, you two should probably go get some sleep. Frank, I'd offer you the couch, but I really doubt you need it." She smiled.
We went upstairs and Gerard and I stripped down to our boxers and climbed into his bed. I snuggled into his side and he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head. I fell asleep quickly, letting my worries be washed away in a dreamless sleep…


   I awoke to the sound of faint yelling, not letting it bother my groggy mind and convincing myself it was the T.V. I sat up and looked at the clock. Gerard groaned.
"Baby, it's eleven o' clock!" I exclaimed.
He groaned again and mumbled something like “Who cares?” I leaned over and planted my mouth on his and his eyes shot open. I smiled against his lips. He closed his eyes again and started to kiss me slowly, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. Another yell, much louder this time, I jumped. This voice I recognized.
"That's my dad!” I screamed.
Neglecting the fact that we were both in our boxers we ran downstairs. There in the Way's living room stood my parents and Gerard’s mom. I barely noticed Gerard grab my hand.
"Frank!” My mom squeaked, staring at our hands and lack of clothes.
My dad's glare was fixed on Gerard, but quickly moved to me and then back to Gerard’s mom.
"Come on, Frank, you are not staying here any longer,” My dad growled.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh yes you are.” My dad took a step towards me; I took one back, Gerard moving with me. Gerard dropped my hand and put his arm around my waist, then took another step towards the stairs.
"Get your filthy, homosexual hands off my son!” My dad ordered; Gerard didn't even flinch, he was more than used to the yelling.
He returned my dad’s glare with ease.
"I'm not going anywhere, Dad," I repeated firmly.
My dad snapped. He closed the space between us and punched Gerard, shoving him into the wall, me being dragged with him.
"Don't you dare touch my son!" Gerard’s mom yelled and got in between Gerard and my dad.
Gerard’s nose was bleeding and he brought his hand up to feel the liquid running down his face. My dad grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder like a doll.
"Gerard!” I screamed.
"Frank!"
My dad threw me into the car, my mom following, and sped off towards home; tears streaming down my face as the last image of Gerard I'd probably ever see kept playing and replaying through my head. A stream of blood running from his nose, pain painting his face.
We parked and he grabbed me out of the car and pulled my arms behind my back, like I was being arrested. He forced me upstairs and threw me into my room. A click of the lock confirmed my confinement. I was trapped with only a wallet picture of Gerard and I to comfort me…

Later that night they drug me downstairs.
"You will finish the last week of school, we have, however, notified the school that that dreadful boy is not to come anywhere near you, you may still hang out with your other friends though,” My mom said.
  After that I had to go back upstairs where I still lay, clutching that picture. School was tomorrow and somehow I would see Gerard, I would find a way. My dreams that night were only nightmares. Nightmares of me never seeing Gerard again, something I was sure would come true. In the morning my parents dropped me off at school, not trusting me enough to let me walk like I used to do.
  I made it to my first period where I hoped to see Gerard, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in any of my other classes, either, but when lunch came around I saw him sitting at our table with Bob, Ray and Mikey and came over and sat down next to him.
"Oh my God, Frank!” He hugged and kissed me urgently.
Somebody across the cafeteria yelled 'fags'. I ignored them, much too focused on my boyfriend.
"Here," Gerard handed me my phone when he pulled away.
"Thanks."
I couldn't eat. I couldn't waste one second that I had with him, fearing that any one of them could be my last. I kissed him again and this time tasted his sweet, watermelon gum. He stuck it in my mouth when our tongues came out to meet each other. I smiled, slowly pulled our lips apart and grabbed his hand under the table.
"Mr. Way, Mr. Iero, I'm going to need you two to separate immediately,” A school official suddenly demanded.
"Why?!” Gerard demanded.
"Because I said so and so did the Iero family."
"Yeah, that's nice, and if we don't?" I asked.
"Mr. Way will be expelled for not complying with the restraining orders placed on him through the school by your family.”
My mouth fell open.
"Fine, because we just can’t have that happen," I sighed.
Gerard kissed me again roughly.
"You better stop that, too, you could be expelled for that as well."
I pulled away from Gerard, and muttered,
“Is there anything we can’t get expelled for anymore?”
Seeing his pained look literally killed me, but I stood up and moved to a different table, followed by Bob, and put my head in my arms, laying them on the table. Bob put his arm around me.
"I'm sorry, Frank."
I grumbled something like 'It's not your fault' to the fake wood I was staring at.
"Anythin' you want me to tell him?"
I sat up so he could understand me.
"Yeah, tell him to meet me at our spot after school."
He nodded and the bell rang.
The school day dragged on and on. When it finally came to an end I thought I was dreaming. Everyone else was itching for summer; I was just itching to see Gerard. I walked up to our spot behind the school and waited. I saw him coming; when he saw me he dropped his bag and ran.
He jumped into my arms and kissed me, all the urgency gone, replaced with strong desire. It was a wonder I was holding him up, but I was, his legs wrapped around my waist.
"Mmm...Gee..." I moaned as he attacked my neck, biting to leave a mark, then my jaw and finally back to my lips.
I sat down on the ground, Gerard still wrapped around my waist, his hands now embedded in my hair. I opened my mouth when he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, but this time I won and explored his mouth. He moaned and I pulled my tongue out and reattached my lips at his neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin.
"Oh…Frankie,” He groaned.
I sucked and bit my way back to the lips that seemed made for mine. A few seconds later I reluctantly pulled away, didn't stop him, though, he kissed up my jaw line, to my ear. I looked at my watch through heavy lidded eyes.
"Gee…Oh…"He bit my ear softly and I moaned again.
“Gee...I...gotta…go…"
He put his lips back on mine and kissed me shortly then pulled away, eyes still closed, he smiled sadly.
"Okay," Gerard sighed and climbed off me.
He helped me up. I wobbled a little and he smiled.
"I love you,” I whispered.
"Love you, too."
I ran out to the parking lot to see my parents there waiting for me. I sighed and climbed in.
"About time," My dad grumbled and drove home.
I pulled up my hood to cover the bite on my neck I was sure was starting to redden. We got home and I went into my room and laid down on my bed as I heard the lock slide into place. I looked at the light that shown on my floor from the window, there were lines going through it, equally spaced. I looked at my window. There were bars on my window!
  Oh my fucking God…Well, there goes plan A. Damn it. Time for plan B. I flipped open my phone to see I had two text messages.
  I looked at them. One from Bob and one from Gerard. I ignored them and punched in Gerard’s number.
"Hey, sexy."
"Hey, Gee…I think it's time we start talking about my escape plan."
"About time you brought it up."