Look After You _frerard-

Gerard whimpered and nodded.

Mikey laughed loudly "Pull the other one, lair!" he chuckled, tears leaking out because of how much he was roaring.

Gerard stared at him, tears starting to well in his eyes "I' nto a liar!" he cried, distraught tt his brother didn't believe him.

"Frank is straight, why would he want to touch you down there?!" Mikey jeered "Who would want a retard like you?"

Gerard curled up aainst the hars words, tears running dwn his face "Mikey, please..." he sobbed, wishing his brother, the man he adored and admired, would believe him and care about him "Please Mikey, I'm not a retard" he sobbed.

"Any other bullshit stories you got hidden in your ass Gee that you wanna say? Call me if he touches you again" Mikey laughed, mock-miming Gerard as he continued to cry. "See you later, shit for brains".

"What did I do wrong?" wimpered Gerard, in his child-like state assuming it was his fault

"I don't know, I don't care, I'm going" Mikey said at the door. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of felt tips. He threw them at Gerard "Here, enjoy" he said, leaving quickly.

Gerard just sobebd to himself, hoping Mikey wouldn;t tell Frank what he'd said. he hugged the present to his chest, deciding to treasure it.

"Gee, you okay?" Frank said, tring to judge if Gerard was in such a state that he should sedate him. Mikey had left very quickly and had a huge grin on his face which was the creepiest fucking thing ever.

"He aid I was lying" sobbed Gerard, curled into a ball "I told him about what happened last ngiht and he caleld e=me a liar and a retard" he whined, still clutching the pens like a safetu blanket.

Frank ran forward and held Gerard by the shoulders. "Gee, okay, that stuff we did, which is totally fine, is a secret. Some people don't like it and I'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out".

"WHy?" whimpered Gerard "Why would you get in trouble if it's fine? Why would Mikey call me a liar..." he trailed off and started to cry again, rocking back and forth.

"Because-Because-" Frank said, searching for a way to explain it to Gerard without a) confusing him or b) proving him annoyingly right. Frank gave up trying to explain "Just, please calm down Gee".

Gwerard looked up, sudden clarity in his eyes "DON'T LIE TO EM FRANK!" heyelled, suddenly sounding far more like his old self "You hurt me! You're sick" he hissed.

"Gerard please-"

Gerard stared at him, fr once looking angry instead fo cared "I know what you did was wrong rfank" he snarled "I know..." the voice trailed off, leaving him looking confused and unfocued "I..." his voice had returned to it's whimper.

"Gerard? What's wrong?" Frank asked, cupping Gerard's face. "Want to go to sleep?" he asked softly, a small smile pulling at his lips.

Gerard nodded uncertainly, tears running down his cheeks again. He allowed Frank to ut him to bed and waited for the otehr mant o go to his own before he snook into the front room and called the police.
"H-H-Hello? M-My f-f-friend touched m-me" he stammered, trying to explain what happened with his limited ability.

"Um, okay sir. What do you mean? Touched you in what way? A hug?" The officer said

"N-N-No, er, down there... i don;t think he allowed to" he whimpered, hearing Frank cming into the room.

"Who you talking to Gee?" Frank asked from the door.

Gerard didn't even think tolie, dropping the phone "The-The p-p-police"

Frank didn't reply straight and instead walked forwards and picked up the dropped phone. He hung up and slammed it down on its table.
"Why were you calling the police?" he tried to ask calmly but his voice came out all uneven.

Gerard whimpered "You touched me, you're not allowed totouch me" he whimpered.