Hysteria [Chapter Two]
Title: Hysteria
Author: That would be me. (ferardx4ever)
Disclaimer: I own everyone. I have dreams, y'know...
Rating: PG
POV: It changes to first person, but in the beginning and some of the second chapter, it's 3rd.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way(main), Rai Johnson/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons
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 accommodated 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, rape.
Chapter One: Saved By the Bell
Frank contemplated on the various actions he could take that day, as he blasted Green Day in his ears. There were a lot of things he could do to prevent anyone from finding out about Rai abusing him. There were things like wearing garments that covered his scars, and using outdated make-up to cover up any scars on his face. It was getting pretty ridiculous, but it was keeping everything a secret from everyone else. And that was just fine with Frank.
Even if it meant that to release his emotions he cut his wrists with his razor - or the occasional pocket knife. Whichever he thought would be most effective. In the summer time he cut his legs instead, this way he could at least wear short sleeves. But, there were other things he could do. Things that could possibly he end all of his pain right then and there.
Things like telling someone, getting help, leaving Rai and stop cutting. All of those options seemed so surreal, like fantasy. Like some weird freak ass dream you have one night, that you wake up laughing from how stupid and random it was. They just weren't realistic choices to Frank. He couldn't tell his mother, she had too much on her mind as it was. And she would come home intoxicated almost every night, so it's not like she would actually listen to Frank. The only person he might consider telling was his older sister, Kellie.
But, she was away at college, and he didn't really want to bother her, either. Everything was going good, and Frank was fending on his just fine. He'd find a way out of it, just not anytime soon. Besides, he hadn't seen Rai for a week now, which is what usually happened after Rai did anything serious, like rape Frank. It wasn't that he was afraid Frank would tell anyone, he just seemed disappear after events like that one. He reckoned he'd see the blond-haired beauty in a day or two. It made his stomach sick every time he thought about being in his presence.
Frank walked up the front porch, removing his keys from his pocket, shoving it in the lock. He stepped inside, dropping his book bag on the floor, "Ma, you home?!" He called throughout the empty house, ripping his headphones out of his ears. There was no reply. "Mom?" He tried again, but still no answer. And that's what Frank usually expected. He didn't even know where she was half the time, anyway. He headed up the stairs, going into his room - which looked like a bomb hit it.
Especially after what Rai did last week. Frank could hardly believe that fact that he let him rape him in his own house. It truly was pathetic. He was pathetic. But he would just have to square with that. He plopped down on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling, pondering over whether he should go to the Way's that night. If he didn't go, Gerard would suspect that he was scared that he would find out what the bruise on his face really was, and then think something bad was going on. Which wouldn't be a bad assumption, but he couldn't let that happen. Simply going to the party and playing it cool seemed like the best decision.
He got up, popping a Black Flag's In My Head into the stereo, letting the hardcore music blare through the speakers. He laid back down on his bed, closing his eyes. How come Rai was so nice when he first met him? How come all of the sudden he displaced his anger on him all the time? Why did his dad just leave so spontaneously? Why was everything crumbling down right in front of him? Why did things change right before his eyes so quickly?
Why couldn't he stop it?
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Frank squirmed and screamed, feeling more searing pain with every thrust tear apart his insides. Tears poured out of his eyes, "Stop!" He cried, sobbing. But nothing stopped, nothing got better. It seemed nothing ever would.
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Frank woke up, panting, hot salty tears running down his cheeks. The room was dark, and the house creaked. He suddenly felt his heart racing, and jumped off of his bed. He needed to get out of there.
He grabbed his keys from the counter, locking the front door behind him. He raced down the block, the only place he could really go was Mikey's. He bolted up the stoop, ringing the doorbell. It seemed that the party had ended - how fucking late was it?
The door opened, and Frank saw Gerard behind the screen door. He looked like he had just woken up, still in his clothes. "Frank? What the hell are you doing here at four in the morning? And why are you crying?" Jesus, he slept long... "I-I didn't want to stay alone all night... I'll go back-" Gerard opened the storm door, "No, no, it's fine - come in." He assured him, and Frank stepped into the house.
"Party's over huh?" Frank asked, as they headed up the stairs to Gerard's room. "Yeah, I kicked 'em all out around two, this way I could all the shit up so I wouldn't have to run around doing it tomorrow." He explained, and Frank still saw some empty beer cans lying around, but he didn't bother to mention it - he was too tired and lazy. They entered Gerard's room, and he shut the door behind him. Frank sat down on the bed next to Gerard, staring at the wall - waiting for the silence to end.
"Frank, what's going on?" He asked him, his tone was serious and stern. He wasn't kidding around, and he wasn't going to leave Frank alone until he knew what was troubling him so. Frank chewed his lower lip, fiddling with his lip ring. "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare." He swallowed hard, hoping nothing else would come out of his mouth as he gazed into his lap.
He felt Gerard's finger press under his chin, forcing him to face the older boy. "Frankie, please tell me." He whispered, his eyes pleading with the younger boy's. Frank felt the sudden urge. The sudden urge to tell someone, and utter every word and every emotion he felt. The need to show someone all of his scars, and scream, and cry. Gerard was mentally pulling the words out of his throat with his eyes, and Frank tried to break the long, hard stare. But it was impossible, his eyes were locked with Gerard's, stuck almost.
Frank opened his mouth, so close to saying something, so close to confiding everything. Until he realized what he was about to do, and closed his mouth. He averted his gaze, and murmured, "I can't." Gerard wasn't giving up - not yet anyway. He brushed some fringe of out of Frank's eyes, squeezing his hand. "It doesn't matter anyway." Frank said quickly, hoping his tears would stop. "It does matter. I want to help." He assured him. "There's nothing to help with. Nothing happened." Frank lied, getting up, and walking out of the room.
He headed down the stairs, and out the front door. And he didn't look back.
Author: That would be me. (ferardx4ever)
Disclaimer: I own everyone. I have dreams, y'know...
Rating: PG
POV: It changes to first person, but in the beginning and some of the second chapter, it's 3rd.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way(main), Rai Johnson/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Alicia Simmons
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 accommodated 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, rape.
Chapter One: Saved By the Bell
Frank contemplated on the various actions he could take that day, as he blasted Green Day in his ears. There were a lot of things he could do to prevent anyone from finding out about Rai abusing him. There were things like wearing garments that covered his scars, and using outdated make-up to cover up any scars on his face. It was getting pretty ridiculous, but it was keeping everything a secret from everyone else. And that was just fine with Frank.
Even if it meant that to release his emotions he cut his wrists with his razor - or the occasional pocket knife. Whichever he thought would be most effective. In the summer time he cut his legs instead, this way he could at least wear short sleeves. But, there were other things he could do. Things that could possibly he end all of his pain right then and there.
Things like telling someone, getting help, leaving Rai and stop cutting. All of those options seemed so surreal, like fantasy. Like some weird freak ass dream you have one night, that you wake up laughing from how stupid and random it was. They just weren't realistic choices to Frank. He couldn't tell his mother, she had too much on her mind as it was. And she would come home intoxicated almost every night, so it's not like she would actually listen to Frank. The only person he might consider telling was his older sister, Kellie.
But, she was away at college, and he didn't really want to bother her, either. Everything was going good, and Frank was fending on his just fine. He'd find a way out of it, just not anytime soon. Besides, he hadn't seen Rai for a week now, which is what usually happened after Rai did anything serious, like rape Frank. It wasn't that he was afraid Frank would tell anyone, he just seemed disappear after events like that one. He reckoned he'd see the blond-haired beauty in a day or two. It made his stomach sick every time he thought about being in his presence.
Frank walked up the front porch, removing his keys from his pocket, shoving it in the lock. He stepped inside, dropping his book bag on the floor, "Ma, you home?!" He called throughout the empty house, ripping his headphones out of his ears. There was no reply. "Mom?" He tried again, but still no answer. And that's what Frank usually expected. He didn't even know where she was half the time, anyway. He headed up the stairs, going into his room - which looked like a bomb hit it.
Especially after what Rai did last week. Frank could hardly believe that fact that he let him rape him in his own house. It truly was pathetic. He was pathetic. But he would just have to square with that. He plopped down on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling, pondering over whether he should go to the Way's that night. If he didn't go, Gerard would suspect that he was scared that he would find out what the bruise on his face really was, and then think something bad was going on. Which wouldn't be a bad assumption, but he couldn't let that happen. Simply going to the party and playing it cool seemed like the best decision.
He got up, popping a Black Flag's In My Head into the stereo, letting the hardcore music blare through the speakers. He laid back down on his bed, closing his eyes. How come Rai was so nice when he first met him? How come all of the sudden he displaced his anger on him all the time? Why did his dad just leave so spontaneously? Why was everything crumbling down right in front of him? Why did things change right before his eyes so quickly?
Why couldn't he stop it?
---
Frank squirmed and screamed, feeling more searing pain with every thrust tear apart his insides. Tears poured out of his eyes, "Stop!" He cried, sobbing. But nothing stopped, nothing got better. It seemed nothing ever would.
---
Frank woke up, panting, hot salty tears running down his cheeks. The room was dark, and the house creaked. He suddenly felt his heart racing, and jumped off of his bed. He needed to get out of there.
He grabbed his keys from the counter, locking the front door behind him. He raced down the block, the only place he could really go was Mikey's. He bolted up the stoop, ringing the doorbell. It seemed that the party had ended - how fucking late was it?
The door opened, and Frank saw Gerard behind the screen door. He looked like he had just woken up, still in his clothes. "Frank? What the hell are you doing here at four in the morning? And why are you crying?" Jesus, he slept long... "I-I didn't want to stay alone all night... I'll go back-" Gerard opened the storm door, "No, no, it's fine - come in." He assured him, and Frank stepped into the house.
"Party's over huh?" Frank asked, as they headed up the stairs to Gerard's room. "Yeah, I kicked 'em all out around two, this way I could all the shit up so I wouldn't have to run around doing it tomorrow." He explained, and Frank still saw some empty beer cans lying around, but he didn't bother to mention it - he was too tired and lazy. They entered Gerard's room, and he shut the door behind him. Frank sat down on the bed next to Gerard, staring at the wall - waiting for the silence to end.
"Frank, what's going on?" He asked him, his tone was serious and stern. He wasn't kidding around, and he wasn't going to leave Frank alone until he knew what was troubling him so. Frank chewed his lower lip, fiddling with his lip ring. "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare." He swallowed hard, hoping nothing else would come out of his mouth as he gazed into his lap.
He felt Gerard's finger press under his chin, forcing him to face the older boy. "Frankie, please tell me." He whispered, his eyes pleading with the younger boy's. Frank felt the sudden urge. The sudden urge to tell someone, and utter every word and every emotion he felt. The need to show someone all of his scars, and scream, and cry. Gerard was mentally pulling the words out of his throat with his eyes, and Frank tried to break the long, hard stare. But it was impossible, his eyes were locked with Gerard's, stuck almost.
Frank opened his mouth, so close to saying something, so close to confiding everything. Until he realized what he was about to do, and closed his mouth. He averted his gaze, and murmured, "I can't." Gerard wasn't giving up - not yet anyway. He brushed some fringe of out of Frank's eyes, squeezing his hand. "It doesn't matter anyway." Frank said quickly, hoping his tears would stop. "It does matter. I want to help." He assured him. "There's nothing to help with. Nothing happened." Frank lied, getting up, and walking out of the room.
He headed down the stairs, and out the front door. And he didn't look back.