Lullaby And Goodnight

*GERARD'S POV*
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I held Frankie close as the door clicked open again. He had bad bruising on his face and blood streaks were stained down his face. His bottom lip was cut and he had a black eye, but to me, he was the most beautiful person on the planet. His hazel eyes still sparkled and his hair was still soft and shiny. The blood and bruises made him look tough, but my Frankie didn't have to look tough for anyone. Bert entered smirking at us. Frankie's grip tightened around me too. I felt his grip tighten still as I tried to pull away to give Bert what for, but Frank wouldn't let me go. Of course, Bert saw I wanted to hit him so hard his mom would get dizzy. He chuckled to himself and watched me with an amused expression on his face.

"Geetard Geetard Geetard. Would you really hit me? Could you really live with the guilt of hitting the guy who fed you, gave you a home, pleasured you, and showed you a few wild sky high nights?" Easy answer.

"Yes." Frank kept tight hold of my waist, not letting me go beat the crap out of Bert.

"Really? Thought you swore you loved me. Told me I was better at everything than Frankie boy here." I'd never say that. Frank's grip slackened and I felt bad. I HAD indeed said that. I remembered now. The second night I had spent while dating Bert. We were drunk, high and in bed. And I swore Frank was nothing to him. But Frankie was better at ANYTHING. Frank was perfection compared to Bert. I soon realised I hadn't answered him as he chuckled again and stepped out of the cold room, to be replaced by my biological father. He stormed over to us, ripping us apart and slamming me to the ground. One of his friends from his work place followed him in, slamming and locking the heavy door behind him. I cried out as he roughly grabbed Frankie and pressed a gun to the cut at his temple. He winced in pain but fought back tears and any noise, trying to be strong. He jumped as a yelp rang just outside the door. Frankie called out the name of his dog, earning a whack with the gun.

My dad's big, rough arms gripped the front of my shirt, pulling me to my feet. He threw me against the wall and forced his tongue past my lips. I couldn't help but gag. That only infuriated him. He pulled away and smacked me hard, sending me falling to the ground. His usual beating arose again and he whipped me hard with his belt. I was still fully dressed so it didn't hurt as much, but he soon caught on to that. The usual knife he carried around in his pocket was pulled out and he cut at my shirt, tearing it off. Folding his belt in half, he crashed it against my bare stomach. I cried out in the pain that surged through me like lightening. Once he realised this was hurting me back, he continued whipping me over the finally healing scars. The words still perfectly visible, but the stiches disolved and the infections gone. The pain soon became unbarable as he beat the same spot repeatedly. Begging was something I had always tried to avoid, but the pain was getting too intence.

"Dad! No please! Stop, stop!" I screamed in between beats. Surprisingly, he did. The thought of him actually leaving me alone vanished as he dragged me out of this room. My pants soon suffered the same fate as my shirt and my boxers wern't any luckier. The fear and dread returned as did the pain as he thrust himself inside of me. I scremed out from the attack. I could already feel the blood. I tried to fight, tried to resist, but there was no possible way I could. Not with his rough, heavy hands pinning my bruised arms down and him pounding into me so hard I saw stars. But each star was flying towards me, breaking another piece of me one-little-bit-at-a-time. I heard Frankie shouting and yelling, even banging on the locked door at one point. My heart stopped when I heard that gunshot. Then another, and another. The same time as the gunshot my dad unloaded inside me. He pulled up his jeans and fastened them quickly before unlocking the door. The room was a deadly silence. I pulled my boxers and jeans back on, ignoring the shooting pains and the rapid blood flow. Dad had left the door ajar, which gave the the rights to slip into the room.

I looked around frantically. I couldn't see Frankie anywhere, but the man who had the gun was sprawled out. Blood oozing from his chest and his face white. Frankie was nowhere to be seen, but a small drainage vent in the ground had been shot open, and the grate moved slightly. My heart lept. Maybe he had escaped. I spun around and looked behind me. Bert turned a blind eye to me as he rushed past into the room, his older friend shot dead on the floor. That's when I realised. These peopl had no chance of escaping down that Frankie-sized vent. And the keys were in the door. I slammed the door shut as fast as possible and locked the door before they could escape. I kept the keys in the lock. If any of them had a spare, they wouldn't be able to get it in and open because of the one I had left in. I raced out of the door I had been brought through as quick as I could with the amount of pain I was in. I turned the corner and almost ran into someone. Frankie! His face was tear stained which smuged the blood even more.

"Guardians in there." I let him go in and get his dog before the two of us raced off, as fast as possible with our injuries anyway. It was around two AM we burst into Frank's house, the closest of our two homes. His grandpa was sitting on the couch, trying to calm his pacing mom, despite his twitching hands.

"FRANKIE!" His mother screamed and rushed towards him. He yelped in pain as her rough embrace collided with a lot of his injuries. That's when I was spotted.

"You! You've done this to him." I already had tears streaking my face, but Frankie interupted.

"NO! If anything he saved me. We need help. We were kidnapped and locked in this room. We've both been beaten half to death and Gerard's been raped. I killed a man mom!" Frankie cried. His last sentance seemed hysterical.

"Boys get in the car. Were off to the police." I laced my fingers with Frankie's when he wimpered softly. Frank Sr stayed with Guardian as me and Frankie winced our way into the car. She sped down the road faster than I had ever moved on wheels, so, naturally, we were at the 24/7 police station in about thirty seconds. We stayed in the car as his mom only took a few minutes to get attention and leave with two police cars with us. They followed us back to that evil place under our direction. I handed the keys over to one of the police men who had instructed us to stay in the car, as low as possible incase the men were armed, which we knew they were cause Frankie left the gun in that cold little room. We screamed and ducked down as the police kicked down the doors. Frankie cuddled into me, mostly for comfort and I obliged. I wrappedmy arms around him and pulled him closer. In the time his mom was in the station, we had climbed into the back of her car, which was like a land rover with a huge trunk so we could fit in easily and hide if nessasary.

"Come out with your arms up!" I heard one of the cops yell. I ducked down further when there was a bang on one of their cars, so one had been cuffed. It was Bert, I could tell by the voice trying to tell the police he's innocent. Bullshit. Soon, an ambulance arrived, but the shot down man was pronounced dead on arrival. The others were soon cuffed and taken off the the station. Frankie's mom opened the trunk and we sat on the edge and the cop asked us both for our versions. A male cop took us off one at a time to show him any injuries and take pictures to use as evidance in court. He was shocked to find out my rapist was my biological father and about the abuse in the past on me and my brother. He took pictures of the blood on my legs but thankfully didn't ask to see where it was coming from...that would have been embaressing. They eventually knew all they needed to know and had the pictures they wanted. They wanted us to go to hospital, but I would just let Helena have a look at us. Linda drove me home, agreeing to come in and talk to my mom and dad.

I was greeted with screaming of relief. My mom and Mikey went to hug me, but stopped what they saw almost every part of me was blood stained. Mom started crying as Linda led everyone into the lounge, whereas I led Frankie up to my room.

"Finally Frankie. Maybe we can finally get justice."