Hysteria [Chapter One]
Title: Hysteria
Author: That would be me. (ferardx4ever)
Disclaimer: I own everyone. I have dreams, y'know...
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way(main), Rai Johnson/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons, Frank Iero/JJ Henderson
Summary: Gerard eyed a long, red running down the side of Frank's pale arm, "Hey, what happened?" He asked, looking pointedly at the newly accomodated mark on the younger boy's forearm. Frank's heart skipped a beat - as he thought up an excuse quickly, "Oh, uh, skating. Rough down there sometimes, y'know?" He lied. Gerard knew it was lie, everything Frank said lately was a lie.
Author's Note: I am not quite sure about finishing Along Came Sarah Way, there's a lot of editing to be done. And right now, this story is ready to go... It may be continued someday if I get around to fixing it. Anyway, this is a based on one of my other fics, Getting Away With Murder. Some of the scenarios in this story are stolen from there.
Warnings: Homosexuals, sexual, physical, and verbal abuse, depression, boy secks.
Frank struggled against the older boy's grip, writhing and sobbing, "Please, Rai, don't!" He pleaded, squirming helplessly. "You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?" The older boy hollered at him, his dirty-blond fringe falling over his eyes. Frank gazed up at his abusive boyfriend, his green eyes wide with fear. "Rai, please-" He was interrupted by Rai's fist smashing hard against his jaw. Frank let out a startled, painful cry, and slid down the ground against the wall. He felt tears squeeze their way out of his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, you little bastard." Rai shouted, and kicked Frank in the side. "Take your fucking pants off." He ordered, and Frank stared up at him, wishing he had never even met Rai. "Now!" He yelled threateningly, and the guitarist slowly began to remove his black skinny jeans and boxers. Rai forced the other boy on his back, and removed his own pants. He shoved himself inside of Frank, who screamed, sobbing.
He thrusted a few times, causing immense pain to the younger boy. He came inside of him, before pulling out. Without a sound, he pulled on his clothing, and glowered down at Frank, who found his boxers and pants - hastily getting them back on. "Let that be a fucking lesson to you." Rai whispered, and left the dark-haired boy alone in despair, feeling dirty.
Frank pulled himself into a sitting position, his conciousness dwindling quickly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He wiped some blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, gaping at the red liquid. Bit by bit, piece by pieace - Rai was destroying him.
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Frank awoke with a start, squinting at the sunlight bleeding through the blinds covering his bedroom window. His alarm clock rang out, and he slammed the snooze button with annoyance as he moaned sleepily. He forced himself to drag himself out of bed, and get dressed. He usually wore long-sleeves under his t-shirts or just hoodies. He could only thank God it was still winter time.
Today he opted for a Nine Inch Nails band tee shirt with a gray long-sleeved shirt under it. That mostly covered any noticable bruises on his arms, stomach or back. His semi-long hair blocked anything that could be on the back of neck. Wearing skinny jeans everyday was a benefit as well. Today he chose black ones, sliding his studded belt through the belt loops.
He quickly made a break for the bathroom, in case his mother was still home. Which she rarely ever was - but, it never hurt to be careful. He locked the bathroom door, still slightly anxious she could be around. He bent down, rummaging through the medicine cabinet to find some of his mom's old cover-up. That usually made any visible marks on his face disappear - mostly. He hurriedly applied some, and after putting layer on top of layer for the umpteenth time, he decided it was sufficient, even though the color barely matched his skin tone. No one would honestly realize it unless they put their eyes an inch away from his face - which was unlikely.
He found some eyeliner in the drawer, and traced around his eyes. He was going to be late - which lead to Mikey being pissed. He grabbed his backpack, which was filled with unfinished homework, also taking his keys, and bolting out the door, locking it behind him. Mrs. Iero usually became very cross with him if she ever came home to find it unlocked, and then gave a lecture on how someone could easily rob the house. But, lately she was too drunk or tired to even bother to scold Frank about anything. Henceforth why his grades were slipping...
He raced down the block, and saw Mikey waiting at the corner of the block, looking quite aggravated. Frank took this as an opportunity, and ran towards the lanky, tall boy. Once he reached his friend, Frank tackled him and screamed at the top of his lungs in his ear. Mikey's black, thick-rimmed glasses went flying onto the sidewalk, as he tumbled to the ground. "You fucking bastard!" Mikey shouted through uncontrollable giggles, as he failed miserably to sound frustrated with his best friend. "I love you too, Mikeyboy." Frank grinned, chuckling as he pulled himself off of him, brushing his jeans off from any excess dirt.
Mikey retreived his glasses from the concrete, standing up. "Come on, we're going to be late for the fifteenth-hundreth time." He muttered, clearly blaming Frank for this. "Actually, in my defense, there can't be fifteen-hundred days in a year." He pointed out, as they began to walk to the high school. "Whatever. You get my point." Mikey said, "As if you even miss sitting in Algebra anyway..." Frank added, fiddling with his spiky bracelets. "Yeah, but you're not the one whose mom is going to rant and rave when she sees the five-hundred thousand tardys!" He complained, and this was true. "Once again, there can't be that many days in a year." Frank repeated himself, crossing the next street.
"Hey, what happened to the side of your face, man?" Mikey asked, and Frank felt his stomach drop down to his ankles. He racked his brains to find a good lie. "Oh, uh, me and Rai were um...making out and I uh... I fell and hit the fucking table." How the hell could he forget to cover that one up? That was the most recent one too! Mikey frowned, "Thanks for the image." He grimaced. Frank laughed, "Oh please. It's just kissing, it's not like I was talking about BJ-ing or anything." Mikey winced at the painful though, "Aw, come on man, shut up!" He yelled, totally disguted. "I bet you did that on the first date." He said, and Frank scowled.
"Did not! Who the hell even thinks giving head is okay on the first date?" Well, whores for one... "Your mom certainly thinks so." Mikey cackled at his own joke, and Frank had to even crack a smile. "That's fucking gross."
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"So, you wanna come to the house party Gee's having tonight?" Mikey questioned through a mouthful of a cold-cuts sandwich. Frank shrugged, "I take it your parents aren't home?" He guessed, and Mikey nodded after swallowing. "One of these days you guys your brother's going to get caught, I swear." Frank shook his head, trying to finish his Global homework - which by the way he had to hand in next period... "Doubt it. Although I'd love to see it happen." Mikey snickered at the thought.
"Hello children." Gerard, Mikey's older brother greeted the two younger boys, sitting down at the table. "Hiya." Frank gave him a tiny wave, without even glancing up from his paper. Quickly scribbling down answers (which probably the wrong ones) to beat the clock, Frank finally reached the last question. Something about the Middle East... Cause I did your mom. Frank scribbled down. That was bound to get him detention.
"Adios amigos, I gotta go pick up something from Ms. Layla's room." He picked up his books and his leftover garbage, and Gerard smirked, "Cough...petifilia...cough!" He muttered between fake coughs. Mikey shot him a disgusted glance, "Oh dear me, it seems I've got a terrible cough." Gerard said, flashing his little brother an innocent grin. "I'm picking up an art project, first off, you perv." Mikey corrected him, but his face was still turning bright red. "Sure, you can tell her that after she fucks you." I told him, and the both us guffawed at the sight of Mikey's anger. "Fuck you all." He flipped us off before leaving the cafeteria.
There was silence after he left, which Gerard broke shortly, "So, you coming tonight?" He asked me, and I raised my eyebrows, trying to resist the urge to make a joke about the 'coming' part of that sentence. I decided to play dumb about knowing about the party - because for one it kept the conversation going, and two, I liked talking to Gerard. Mikey insisted Frank had on a crush on his older brother ever since he met him in sixth grade. Frank didn't at all though - he couldn't possibly even see anything happening between him and Gee anyway. "May I inquire as to the occasion?" Frank countered, "No parents, booze laying around. You do the math." He replied, and Frank nodded. "Hm, I'll just have to check my scheduel..." He joked, and Gerard snickered.
"Scheduel my ass Iero. You're coming." He said firmly, and Frank smiled, "Why, would you miss me too much if I didn't come?" He questioned, and Gerard chuckled airily, "Just come - " He stopped, staring at something on Frank's face. Don't say anything about the scar, Gerard. Please don't say anything about the scar. Don't say anything. Please, please, please... "Jesus, what the fuck happened to your jaw?" He wanted to know. Frank swallowed, for some reason he found it harder to lie to Gerard than anyone else. "It's um...nothing. I uh, fell." He stammered, the words were stuck to the sides of his throat, refusing to be spit out.
"Fell on your jaw?" Gerard furrowed his eyebrows, not buying it. "It's possible." Frank shrugged - fuck, that made it sound like even more of a lie. Well, he probably already knew it was a fib. But now it was totally out in the open. "Frank, what happened to your jaw?" He repeated - somehow Gerard always knew when something was going on that someone wasn't telling him. It made it hard to hide anything from him. "It's nothing, seriously. It was an accident." Frank lied again, ready to just bolt out of the cafeteria.
Suddenly, the bell rang. Thank God. Frank got up, and raced out of the cafe.
Author: That would be me. (ferardx4ever)
Disclaimer: I own everyone. I have dreams, y'know...
Rating: PG
POV: 3rd person
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way(main), Rai Johnson/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons, Frank Iero/JJ Henderson
Summary: Gerard eyed a long, red running down the side of Frank's pale arm, "Hey, what happened?" He asked, looking pointedly at the newly accomodated mark on the younger boy's forearm. Frank's heart skipped a beat - as he thought up an excuse quickly, "Oh, uh, skating. Rough down there sometimes, y'know?" He lied. Gerard knew it was lie, everything Frank said lately was a lie.
Author's Note: I am not quite sure about finishing Along Came Sarah Way, there's a lot of editing to be done. And right now, this story is ready to go... It may be continued someday if I get around to fixing it. Anyway, this is a based on one of my other fics, Getting Away With Murder. Some of the scenarios in this story are stolen from there.
Warnings: Homosexuals, sexual, physical, and verbal abuse, depression, boy secks.
Frank struggled against the older boy's grip, writhing and sobbing, "Please, Rai, don't!" He pleaded, squirming helplessly. "You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?" The older boy hollered at him, his dirty-blond fringe falling over his eyes. Frank gazed up at his abusive boyfriend, his green eyes wide with fear. "Rai, please-" He was interrupted by Rai's fist smashing hard against his jaw. Frank let out a startled, painful cry, and slid down the ground against the wall. He felt tears squeeze their way out of his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, you little bastard." Rai shouted, and kicked Frank in the side. "Take your fucking pants off." He ordered, and Frank stared up at him, wishing he had never even met Rai. "Now!" He yelled threateningly, and the guitarist slowly began to remove his black skinny jeans and boxers. Rai forced the other boy on his back, and removed his own pants. He shoved himself inside of Frank, who screamed, sobbing.
He thrusted a few times, causing immense pain to the younger boy. He came inside of him, before pulling out. Without a sound, he pulled on his clothing, and glowered down at Frank, who found his boxers and pants - hastily getting them back on. "Let that be a fucking lesson to you." Rai whispered, and left the dark-haired boy alone in despair, feeling dirty.
Frank pulled himself into a sitting position, his conciousness dwindling quickly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He wiped some blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, gaping at the red liquid. Bit by bit, piece by pieace - Rai was destroying him.
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Frank awoke with a start, squinting at the sunlight bleeding through the blinds covering his bedroom window. His alarm clock rang out, and he slammed the snooze button with annoyance as he moaned sleepily. He forced himself to drag himself out of bed, and get dressed. He usually wore long-sleeves under his t-shirts or just hoodies. He could only thank God it was still winter time.
Today he opted for a Nine Inch Nails band tee shirt with a gray long-sleeved shirt under it. That mostly covered any noticable bruises on his arms, stomach or back. His semi-long hair blocked anything that could be on the back of neck. Wearing skinny jeans everyday was a benefit as well. Today he chose black ones, sliding his studded belt through the belt loops.
He quickly made a break for the bathroom, in case his mother was still home. Which she rarely ever was - but, it never hurt to be careful. He locked the bathroom door, still slightly anxious she could be around. He bent down, rummaging through the medicine cabinet to find some of his mom's old cover-up. That usually made any visible marks on his face disappear - mostly. He hurriedly applied some, and after putting layer on top of layer for the umpteenth time, he decided it was sufficient, even though the color barely matched his skin tone. No one would honestly realize it unless they put their eyes an inch away from his face - which was unlikely.
He found some eyeliner in the drawer, and traced around his eyes. He was going to be late - which lead to Mikey being pissed. He grabbed his backpack, which was filled with unfinished homework, also taking his keys, and bolting out the door, locking it behind him. Mrs. Iero usually became very cross with him if she ever came home to find it unlocked, and then gave a lecture on how someone could easily rob the house. But, lately she was too drunk or tired to even bother to scold Frank about anything. Henceforth why his grades were slipping...
He raced down the block, and saw Mikey waiting at the corner of the block, looking quite aggravated. Frank took this as an opportunity, and ran towards the lanky, tall boy. Once he reached his friend, Frank tackled him and screamed at the top of his lungs in his ear. Mikey's black, thick-rimmed glasses went flying onto the sidewalk, as he tumbled to the ground. "You fucking bastard!" Mikey shouted through uncontrollable giggles, as he failed miserably to sound frustrated with his best friend. "I love you too, Mikeyboy." Frank grinned, chuckling as he pulled himself off of him, brushing his jeans off from any excess dirt.
Mikey retreived his glasses from the concrete, standing up. "Come on, we're going to be late for the fifteenth-hundreth time." He muttered, clearly blaming Frank for this. "Actually, in my defense, there can't be fifteen-hundred days in a year." He pointed out, as they began to walk to the high school. "Whatever. You get my point." Mikey said, "As if you even miss sitting in Algebra anyway..." Frank added, fiddling with his spiky bracelets. "Yeah, but you're not the one whose mom is going to rant and rave when she sees the five-hundred thousand tardys!" He complained, and this was true. "Once again, there can't be that many days in a year." Frank repeated himself, crossing the next street.
"Hey, what happened to the side of your face, man?" Mikey asked, and Frank felt his stomach drop down to his ankles. He racked his brains to find a good lie. "Oh, uh, me and Rai were um...making out and I uh... I fell and hit the fucking table." How the hell could he forget to cover that one up? That was the most recent one too! Mikey frowned, "Thanks for the image." He grimaced. Frank laughed, "Oh please. It's just kissing, it's not like I was talking about BJ-ing or anything." Mikey winced at the painful though, "Aw, come on man, shut up!" He yelled, totally disguted. "I bet you did that on the first date." He said, and Frank scowled.
"Did not! Who the hell even thinks giving head is okay on the first date?" Well, whores for one... "Your mom certainly thinks so." Mikey cackled at his own joke, and Frank had to even crack a smile. "That's fucking gross."
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"So, you wanna come to the house party Gee's having tonight?" Mikey questioned through a mouthful of a cold-cuts sandwich. Frank shrugged, "I take it your parents aren't home?" He guessed, and Mikey nodded after swallowing. "One of these days you guys your brother's going to get caught, I swear." Frank shook his head, trying to finish his Global homework - which by the way he had to hand in next period... "Doubt it. Although I'd love to see it happen." Mikey snickered at the thought.
"Hello children." Gerard, Mikey's older brother greeted the two younger boys, sitting down at the table. "Hiya." Frank gave him a tiny wave, without even glancing up from his paper. Quickly scribbling down answers (which probably the wrong ones) to beat the clock, Frank finally reached the last question. Something about the Middle East... Cause I did your mom. Frank scribbled down. That was bound to get him detention.
"Adios amigos, I gotta go pick up something from Ms. Layla's room." He picked up his books and his leftover garbage, and Gerard smirked, "Cough...petifilia...cough!" He muttered between fake coughs. Mikey shot him a disgusted glance, "Oh dear me, it seems I've got a terrible cough." Gerard said, flashing his little brother an innocent grin. "I'm picking up an art project, first off, you perv." Mikey corrected him, but his face was still turning bright red. "Sure, you can tell her that after she fucks you." I told him, and the both us guffawed at the sight of Mikey's anger. "Fuck you all." He flipped us off before leaving the cafeteria.
There was silence after he left, which Gerard broke shortly, "So, you coming tonight?" He asked me, and I raised my eyebrows, trying to resist the urge to make a joke about the 'coming' part of that sentence. I decided to play dumb about knowing about the party - because for one it kept the conversation going, and two, I liked talking to Gerard. Mikey insisted Frank had on a crush on his older brother ever since he met him in sixth grade. Frank didn't at all though - he couldn't possibly even see anything happening between him and Gee anyway. "May I inquire as to the occasion?" Frank countered, "No parents, booze laying around. You do the math." He replied, and Frank nodded. "Hm, I'll just have to check my scheduel..." He joked, and Gerard snickered.
"Scheduel my ass Iero. You're coming." He said firmly, and Frank smiled, "Why, would you miss me too much if I didn't come?" He questioned, and Gerard chuckled airily, "Just come - " He stopped, staring at something on Frank's face. Don't say anything about the scar, Gerard. Please don't say anything about the scar. Don't say anything. Please, please, please... "Jesus, what the fuck happened to your jaw?" He wanted to know. Frank swallowed, for some reason he found it harder to lie to Gerard than anyone else. "It's um...nothing. I uh, fell." He stammered, the words were stuck to the sides of his throat, refusing to be spit out.
"Fell on your jaw?" Gerard furrowed his eyebrows, not buying it. "It's possible." Frank shrugged - fuck, that made it sound like even more of a lie. Well, he probably already knew it was a fib. But now it was totally out in the open. "Frank, what happened to your jaw?" He repeated - somehow Gerard always knew when something was going on that someone wasn't telling him. It made it hard to hide anything from him. "It's nothing, seriously. It was an accident." Frank lied again, ready to just bolt out of the cafeteria.
Suddenly, the bell rang. Thank God. Frank got up, and raced out of the cafe.