Chapter 111
Frank sat on his bedroom floor crying. He had cried so much over the last few days. All he can remember is doing is crying. At this minute he felt worse than we his father attacked him. The pain from the attacks was nothing to what he felt now.
He felt worthless. He felt Dirty. He felt nothing.
He was completely numb.
He had been sitting there hours and hours. Just staring at the space on the wall infront of him. He just sat there letting the tears run. Not acknowledging them. Not acknowledging anything. Not him. Not anyone.
He wished he could turn back time. Turn back time to before he even met Gerard. Turn back time to when his life wasn’t a mess.
Jo quietly tapped on the bedroom door. Frank didn’t acknowledge that either.
She slowly opened the door and walked into the room. "Frankie, mom made some dinner" she said, looking at her brother. She had never seen him so upset, so weak, so vunerable. He upset her and she wished she could hug him and make it better. To make all his pain go away. He was her big brother, he was meant to be the strong one. The one that rubs her back and tells her everything is going to be okay. Today was the day she had finally seen him break down. It broke her heart. It broke their mothers heart.
"I'm not hungry" Frank whispered still not taking his gaze off the spot on the wall. His body was on auto pilot. Nothing he was doing was registering with him.
"Frankie you’ve got to eat, for you and the baby" she said "Come on" Jo held out her hand to help her brother up. "Its your favourite"
Frank put his hand in hers and pulled himself up. She gave him a weak smile and took him downstairs.
Tom curled on the couch. The others had left him to be on his own, time to think. Well that’s what they said. They were probably too disgusted with him to even be in the same house as him anymore.
Tom flinched as he moved to get more comfortable. Bruises were already forming over his small body. He hadn’t fought back against Gerard. He didn’t see the point. He dissevered every punch he got. Every slap. Every bruise.
None of the psychical pain compared to the immense pain and guilt he was feeling inside. It was eating him up.
Slowly and carefully he reached for his phone off the nearby table and dialled. A few seconds later a voice greeted him on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, one single ticket to Germany please, as soon as possible"
Frank slowly ate his dinner. He didn’t feel like eating, he wasn’t even enjoying it that much. But he knew he needed. He had hardly eaten in the past few days and it was beginning to take its toll on his body. He needed sleep too but he would save that for later. He couldn’t sleep now. He had too much on his mind. He had heard Gerard at the door. Begging to see him and it broke his heart. But he knew he had to be alone right now. He had to think things through and Gerard to calm down. Frank knew what Gerard was capable of when he was angry and he didn’t want to risk his health any more.
Tom dragged his suitcase out of his bedroom and headed to the door before taking a final look around the house and opened the door. He had left a note so Kiro and Bill knew where he was. Amy and Hannah would understand parts but not all of it. He didn’t think they would miss him anyway. They probably all hated him right now. And to be honest he didn’t blame them.
"Id never taken you to be someone who ran away from their problems" came a voice. Tom spun around and came face to face with Gerard
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