I Hate You, I Love You
Chapter 5
Frank's P.O.V
When we pulled up to the Way's house I could instantly see the difference between my house and the one standing in front of me. This house was significantly larger. It had brightly colored flowers planted around the perimeter of the house that stood out with the fresh coat of white paint covering the walls. The green, nicely trimmed grass made it certain that the house was well kept.
Once we got out the car we followed Mikey and Gerard inside. As soon as we walked in I could see the brightness of the house as light from outside poured into the living room from the big windows that decorated the walls. We were met by a nice looking lady as she made her way from the kitchen seeming more than happy to see us
"Welcome back boys !" she beamed as she approached Mikey, giving him a big hug before kissing his forehead
"Hey mom" Mikey said as he accepted his mother's embrace
She looked over at Gerard as if she was debating whether or not going out to hug him but she didn't have time to react before Gerard gave her a cold look and climbed up the steps without a word. The atmosphere suddenly felt tense as we heard a door from an upstair's room close with a forceful slam before the woman turned around, suddenly realizing that there were guests here and she smiled
"Hello, Phillip" she said as she went to give him the same embracing hug she gave Mikey a few minutes ago
"Hello to you too, Mrs.Way" Phil struggled to say as he was crushed in her arms
"And who's this Michael ?" She asked questionably, as I peeked my head from where I was hiding behind Mikey
"I'm Frank, I'm new to the neighborhood, um, nice to meet you Mrs.Way" I said as I awaited the same fate as Phil, but she only smiled warmly
"We'll be upstair's in my room mom" Mikey said and he started guiding our way up the stairs as we heard Mrs.Way yell something about dinner
As we entered Mikey's room I found it to be exactly like I imagined it to be. It had plain white walls that were covered in different posters, he had a small but comfortable looking bed in the middle of the room pushed up to the wall with a stack of books on top of it. Next to it was a big bookcase full of even more books, which wasn't surprising. Next to the bed was a bean bag chair that I instantly claimed as I made myself comfortable. Phil and Mikey sat on the carpeted floor as They started out Mikey's new game. I wasn't very good at video games but I decided to come because honestly I needed some sort of distraction other than sitting at home all day so, I decided to just watch as Phil beat Mikey on his first try which made Mikey throw a fit and accused him of "cheating", and that's how we ended up spending the whole evening.
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After about an hour of watching phil beat Mikey repeatedly I found the urge to go pee, so after Mikey and Phil finished what seemed like their 30th round of the same video game, I interrupted their heated argument
"Hey Mikey, can I use your bathroom" I asked cautiously, trying not to upset the angry Mikey even more but he just turned around with his normal sweet smile
"Sure, two doors to the left" he simply stated before turning back to Phil and yelling at him again
I left the two to sort themselves out as I shuffled out the room quietly before carefully walking through the hallway. I was looking at the pictures hanging from the walls, some of them seeming to be old as I saw the ripped and already oxidizing edges behind the glass of the frames. I stopped as I noticed a slightly opened door leading to another bedroom. I was curious as I tried to peek through, pushing the door a little so I could take a look inside. I noticed it was slightly smaller than Mikey's room, but still as welcoming. It was messier but it had the same floor plan as Mikey's with the bed pushed up against the middle of the wall, but instead of a bookcase there was a desk with what seemed to be art utensils scattered messily throughout the desktop. I didn't notice how long I was standing there before I was shaken aback by a voice behind me
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gerard's voice echoed as I spun around. I could see he was angry and ready to beat the living hell out of me, I felt the hotness rise to my face as embarrassment flowed through my body
"GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR AND STAY AWAY FROM MY BUSINESS" he screamed angrily as he got ahold of my arm with a tight grip, forcing me out of the way as he walked through the door and slammed it in my face before I had time to say anything.
Mikey ran out from his bedroom as he heard the screaming
"Frank ! Are you okay ? What happened ?" He asked as he saw me on the floor with a frazzled look on my face
"Nothing, I was just trying to find the bathroom" I lied as I stood and headed to what I believed was the bathroom. I opened the door, locking myself in, leaving Mikey standing in the hallway, confusion written all over his face.
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After the incident, we stayed in Mikey's room for the next two and a half hours before Mrs.Way called us all downstairs for dinner. We were starving so we all ran our way down the steps as we smelled the hot, cheesy smelling pizza coming from the kitchen.
As we entered the room we were welcomed to the sight of a giant pizza box staring at us from the middle of the kitchen counter.
"I didn't know what to feed a group of hungry teenagers" Mrs.Way started as she placed some plates in the counter "so I stuck to the classic" she finished as she pulled the box lid open revealing a deliciously looking pie
"It's fine mom, we don't mind" Mikey stated as he ran to grab a plate and started piling up the pizza slices until he had a mountain of food on his plate
Once we all grabbed our food and drinks we headed to the dining room, which separated the living room from the kitchen. We all sat down and started munching on our food and talking about nonsense before we heard footsteps coming from the stairs. We all sat silently as we saw Gerard walking past us to the kitchen and about 5 minutes later he walked back out with a few pieces of pizza and a pop in his hand while he walked right back up to his room without a single word. We looked at one another in confusion before we shook it off and kept eating.
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After dinner I thanked Mrs.Way for the food and after her pleading that I asked Gerard for a ride home I finally convinced her that I could make it on my own, since my house was only a couple blocks away. It was already beyond late and I was afraid to go back home to my angry father but I had to go back sometime. So after I said my goodbyes to Mikey and Phil, I ran my way back home, praying that my dad would be already sleeping.
My prayers were not answered as I walked down my street, the distant light of the living room television being the only thing lighting up the house from inside. As I pushed open the door and quietly walked in I saw my dad on the same couch I was sitting in yesterday as I was waiting for him to get home, although this time it was the other way around.
"Frank" my dad stated in a suspiciously calm voice
"Y-Yeah dad ?" I stuttered out as I walked deeper into the living room, seeing him staring at me with the same dead expression as this morning. He sounded calm, but I knew inside he was about to explode. Lately he's been nicer to me than usual, but I knew it was only because I hadn't done anything to upset him. But now I've came home late without permission and I didn't run that errand that he told me to do this morning.
"Finally decided to come home, I see" he said as he stood up and slowly made his way towards me.
I felt like a deer in the headlights and I felt my heart racing as it pounded in my chest the closer he got to me
"I-i I'm s-sorry" I squeaked out before I felt his heavy hand grab ahold of my neck, making it hard to breathe
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU FRANK ?!" he spat "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET ON MY BAD SIDE, AND WHAT DO YOU DO ? YOU GO AGAINST IT !"he yelled as his grip on my neck tightened
"I'm sorry" I repeated again this time with strings of salty tears slipping from my eyes
"SORRY SORRY, THATS ALL YOU KNOW WHAT TO SAY !" my dad said as he impersonated my high pitched, squeaky voice. His grip on my neck soften as he threw me on the floor with all the force he had. My head hit the floor and if I would of fallen any harder I was sure I would've blacked out on the spot.
I was about to apologize once more when the wind was knocked out of me with a hit to the stomach
"NEXT TIME YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOURE DOING BEFORE YOU LET ME SEE YOU PATHETIC FACE AGAIN" he yelled as he threw his last kick in the pit of my stomach with twice as much force as the last one before grasping my skinny arms with his tight hold and making me feel like a string puppet as he made me stand up. He didn't let go as he pulled me up the stairs, making me fall as I was dragged the rest of the way up. Each staircase stabbing my rib cage, as I held my breath in pain. As soon as we reached my room he shoved me inside before I landed on the floor one last time.
"Go to bed, I don't want to see you for the rest of tonight" he said, his voice returning back to it's calm, cold one as he strode back downstairs to where he was previously sitting on the couch.
I felt sore and I knew I was going to be left with bruises in the morning, but I couldn't do anything about it as I carefully picked myself up and limped my way to bed I knew my dad was going to crack at some point, but I was starting to think he was changing before tonight. This wasn't the worst beating he's done to me, I can give him that, but I still felt like shit. And as I was getting ready to go to bed, I closed my eyes, the last thought I had was of how was I going to explain the damage on my body to people tomorrow.
When we pulled up to the Way's house I could instantly see the difference between my house and the one standing in front of me. This house was significantly larger. It had brightly colored flowers planted around the perimeter of the house that stood out with the fresh coat of white paint covering the walls. The green, nicely trimmed grass made it certain that the house was well kept.
Once we got out the car we followed Mikey and Gerard inside. As soon as we walked in I could see the brightness of the house as light from outside poured into the living room from the big windows that decorated the walls. We were met by a nice looking lady as she made her way from the kitchen seeming more than happy to see us
"Welcome back boys !" she beamed as she approached Mikey, giving him a big hug before kissing his forehead
"Hey mom" Mikey said as he accepted his mother's embrace
She looked over at Gerard as if she was debating whether or not going out to hug him but she didn't have time to react before Gerard gave her a cold look and climbed up the steps without a word. The atmosphere suddenly felt tense as we heard a door from an upstair's room close with a forceful slam before the woman turned around, suddenly realizing that there were guests here and she smiled
"Hello, Phillip" she said as she went to give him the same embracing hug she gave Mikey a few minutes ago
"Hello to you too, Mrs.Way" Phil struggled to say as he was crushed in her arms
"And who's this Michael ?" She asked questionably, as I peeked my head from where I was hiding behind Mikey
"I'm Frank, I'm new to the neighborhood, um, nice to meet you Mrs.Way" I said as I awaited the same fate as Phil, but she only smiled warmly
"We'll be upstair's in my room mom" Mikey said and he started guiding our way up the stairs as we heard Mrs.Way yell something about dinner
As we entered Mikey's room I found it to be exactly like I imagined it to be. It had plain white walls that were covered in different posters, he had a small but comfortable looking bed in the middle of the room pushed up to the wall with a stack of books on top of it. Next to it was a big bookcase full of even more books, which wasn't surprising. Next to the bed was a bean bag chair that I instantly claimed as I made myself comfortable. Phil and Mikey sat on the carpeted floor as They started out Mikey's new game. I wasn't very good at video games but I decided to come because honestly I needed some sort of distraction other than sitting at home all day so, I decided to just watch as Phil beat Mikey on his first try which made Mikey throw a fit and accused him of "cheating", and that's how we ended up spending the whole evening.
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After about an hour of watching phil beat Mikey repeatedly I found the urge to go pee, so after Mikey and Phil finished what seemed like their 30th round of the same video game, I interrupted their heated argument
"Hey Mikey, can I use your bathroom" I asked cautiously, trying not to upset the angry Mikey even more but he just turned around with his normal sweet smile
"Sure, two doors to the left" he simply stated before turning back to Phil and yelling at him again
I left the two to sort themselves out as I shuffled out the room quietly before carefully walking through the hallway. I was looking at the pictures hanging from the walls, some of them seeming to be old as I saw the ripped and already oxidizing edges behind the glass of the frames. I stopped as I noticed a slightly opened door leading to another bedroom. I was curious as I tried to peek through, pushing the door a little so I could take a look inside. I noticed it was slightly smaller than Mikey's room, but still as welcoming. It was messier but it had the same floor plan as Mikey's with the bed pushed up against the middle of the wall, but instead of a bookcase there was a desk with what seemed to be art utensils scattered messily throughout the desktop. I didn't notice how long I was standing there before I was shaken aback by a voice behind me
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gerard's voice echoed as I spun around. I could see he was angry and ready to beat the living hell out of me, I felt the hotness rise to my face as embarrassment flowed through my body
"GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR AND STAY AWAY FROM MY BUSINESS" he screamed angrily as he got ahold of my arm with a tight grip, forcing me out of the way as he walked through the door and slammed it in my face before I had time to say anything.
Mikey ran out from his bedroom as he heard the screaming
"Frank ! Are you okay ? What happened ?" He asked as he saw me on the floor with a frazzled look on my face
"Nothing, I was just trying to find the bathroom" I lied as I stood and headed to what I believed was the bathroom. I opened the door, locking myself in, leaving Mikey standing in the hallway, confusion written all over his face.
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After the incident, we stayed in Mikey's room for the next two and a half hours before Mrs.Way called us all downstairs for dinner. We were starving so we all ran our way down the steps as we smelled the hot, cheesy smelling pizza coming from the kitchen.
As we entered the room we were welcomed to the sight of a giant pizza box staring at us from the middle of the kitchen counter.
"I didn't know what to feed a group of hungry teenagers" Mrs.Way started as she placed some plates in the counter "so I stuck to the classic" she finished as she pulled the box lid open revealing a deliciously looking pie
"It's fine mom, we don't mind" Mikey stated as he ran to grab a plate and started piling up the pizza slices until he had a mountain of food on his plate
Once we all grabbed our food and drinks we headed to the dining room, which separated the living room from the kitchen. We all sat down and started munching on our food and talking about nonsense before we heard footsteps coming from the stairs. We all sat silently as we saw Gerard walking past us to the kitchen and about 5 minutes later he walked back out with a few pieces of pizza and a pop in his hand while he walked right back up to his room without a single word. We looked at one another in confusion before we shook it off and kept eating.
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After dinner I thanked Mrs.Way for the food and after her pleading that I asked Gerard for a ride home I finally convinced her that I could make it on my own, since my house was only a couple blocks away. It was already beyond late and I was afraid to go back home to my angry father but I had to go back sometime. So after I said my goodbyes to Mikey and Phil, I ran my way back home, praying that my dad would be already sleeping.
My prayers were not answered as I walked down my street, the distant light of the living room television being the only thing lighting up the house from inside. As I pushed open the door and quietly walked in I saw my dad on the same couch I was sitting in yesterday as I was waiting for him to get home, although this time it was the other way around.
"Frank" my dad stated in a suspiciously calm voice
"Y-Yeah dad ?" I stuttered out as I walked deeper into the living room, seeing him staring at me with the same dead expression as this morning. He sounded calm, but I knew inside he was about to explode. Lately he's been nicer to me than usual, but I knew it was only because I hadn't done anything to upset him. But now I've came home late without permission and I didn't run that errand that he told me to do this morning.
"Finally decided to come home, I see" he said as he stood up and slowly made his way towards me.
I felt like a deer in the headlights and I felt my heart racing as it pounded in my chest the closer he got to me
"I-i I'm s-sorry" I squeaked out before I felt his heavy hand grab ahold of my neck, making it hard to breathe
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU FRANK ?!" he spat "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET ON MY BAD SIDE, AND WHAT DO YOU DO ? YOU GO AGAINST IT !"he yelled as his grip on my neck tightened
"I'm sorry" I repeated again this time with strings of salty tears slipping from my eyes
"SORRY SORRY, THATS ALL YOU KNOW WHAT TO SAY !" my dad said as he impersonated my high pitched, squeaky voice. His grip on my neck soften as he threw me on the floor with all the force he had. My head hit the floor and if I would of fallen any harder I was sure I would've blacked out on the spot.
I was about to apologize once more when the wind was knocked out of me with a hit to the stomach
"NEXT TIME YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOURE DOING BEFORE YOU LET ME SEE YOU PATHETIC FACE AGAIN" he yelled as he threw his last kick in the pit of my stomach with twice as much force as the last one before grasping my skinny arms with his tight hold and making me feel like a string puppet as he made me stand up. He didn't let go as he pulled me up the stairs, making me fall as I was dragged the rest of the way up. Each staircase stabbing my rib cage, as I held my breath in pain. As soon as we reached my room he shoved me inside before I landed on the floor one last time.
"Go to bed, I don't want to see you for the rest of tonight" he said, his voice returning back to it's calm, cold one as he strode back downstairs to where he was previously sitting on the couch.
I felt sore and I knew I was going to be left with bruises in the morning, but I couldn't do anything about it as I carefully picked myself up and limped my way to bed I knew my dad was going to crack at some point, but I was starting to think he was changing before tonight. This wasn't the worst beating he's done to me, I can give him that, but I still felt like shit. And as I was getting ready to go to bed, I closed my eyes, the last thought I had was of how was I going to explain the damage on my body to people tomorrow.
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