Frikey. Part 8.

"Hey Mikey, where are you?" I heard a voice in the distance. It was Frank.

"Mikey?" I turned around, "MIKEY!" He stopped in front of me panting.  "Mikes, what's wrong?" A confused look appeared on his face. I couldn't control myself, I started crying again.

"Oh, Mikey." Frank grabbed me into a hug. "Don't cry." He let go staring right me. "I love you, Mikey." He wiped away my tears.

"I-I love you t-too, Frank." I managed to choke out trying not whimper.

"What's wrong?" I looked down quickly but Frank tipped my chin up so I was looking right into his eyes. "Please, tell me, it hurts me to see you so… so broken." My heart fell apart at that moment. I was hurting Frank when that was the one thing I never wanted to do.

The bell, saved by bell as it blurted throughout the school.
"I have to go now, I'm sorry Frank." I ran to class. That's all I could do. Run.

It was the end of school and everyone was going home. I was the last to trudge out the classroom. My eyes fixed on the ground. I had to tell Frank, I just had to.

"Knock knock, anyone awake?" I looked up knowing exactly who was talking to me, my face as hard as stone.

"Woah, Mr Grumpy. What's wrong with you?" He asked putting his hand up in defence.

"You force those grubby lips into me, knowing full well I have a boyfriend, and then you threaten to hurt me if I tell anyone about that and you ask me what's wrong? You have the fucking cheek to ask me what's wrong." It all scrambled out in a rush of fury, pain and contempt.

"Well, as I recall I never did threaten you…..yet." Mark added. "Tell you what, to make it fair I'll threaten to beat you up if you tell anyone about what happened that day and you have all the reasons to hate me." He smirked at me.

"Fair? You think that's fucking fair, what are you on? There is nothing fair about that or anything else you inflict on me. You're a bully and brat and I fucking hate your guts." I spat at him.

"Life isn't fair and don't take that tone with me, Way." He grabbed my face and got some close to it our noses were touching.

"Fuck you, Mark. Do whatever the fuck you want to me but I'll tell you what I have that you never will." He frowned at me.

"And what's that?" He growled.

"Love, I love Frank and Frank loves me and you can NEVER take that away from us. Not matter what you do to me it will always be that way and no matter how hard you try everything about me will remind you of that. Shatter all my bones? Frank will be there. Punch me half to death? Frank will be there. Kill me? Frank will put the flowers at my grave. You fucking try me." I snarled with equal intensity.

He stepped back, dropping me. His eyes wide, his hands shaking, his mouth gaping like a fish. He was speechless and had nothing on me.

"Y-you watch, W-Way. Just w-watch." He stuttered stumbling away. A smirk appeared on my face. I might not have won but I knew his weakness and that was enough for now.

It was a beautiful day as I walked back home. Not a cloud in the sky and the weather was just right. Something was off though, I wasn't sure what it was but something wasn't right. I opened the front door and that not-right feeling I had deepened. Gerard wasn't home, which wasn't a surprise, but the house had an eerie silence to it as if something was…missing.