He opened the door.

"Frank." He hissed, looking over me in my broken state.

"Stop being a fucking pussy. Death is part of life, you fucking fag."

Of course verbal abuse isn't enough, physical abuse probably isn't even enough for him but apparently it's better than verbal.

He grabbed me and threw me to the ground.

I hit my head on the floor and I felt a sharp pain where it was hit, I held in the noises, aware he would only be worse if I didn't.

Of course that wasn't it.

He kicked my side and I could tell it would at least bruise later.

I let out a pained noise, before I was too afraid to breathe so I didn't speak but this is too painful not to.

He continued to kick me in that same spot.

Then he picked me up and punched me, it was hard enough that I flew back onto my bed.

I got up, I was fucked.

"Oh so you're strong enough to get up but not strong enough to not cry?" He laughed yet it sounded like a bark.

I gritted my teeth, "Fuck you."

He just got more angry.

He gripped my hair and pulled me out of my room then threw me to the ground.

I felt blood run down my face.

What happened?

He kicked me one final time then left.

I got up and limped into my room.

Once I found my phone I dialled the number of the boy I only talked to once before.

I limped downstairs while it ringed.

Then he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Gerard I need help."

"Frank? Where are you?"

"Just come to the park near our school."

Then I hung up.

I limped towards the park.

It was dark and very cold.

I spotted a bench and sat there waiting for Gerard to come.

Then I saw him, he drove there.

"Frank, are you okay?"

"Not really."

He shook his head and picked me up.

"Y-you don't have to carry me to your car." I stuttered.

"I severely doubt you can walk to it."

I shut up as I was sure he was correct.

Once we both were in he started to drive away.

"So what happened?" He asked.

I took a deep breath then started to explain the situation.