Frank P.O.V

I felt like my mother was punishing me for the peck on the cheek that Gerard had given to me. I loved it, and I loved that he felt no shame in kissing me.

"You were with him, again! Frankie he's a bad influence on you, he'll get you into all sorts of trouble!" She protested angrily, her cheeks red and flustered. I sighed, trying to hold in evil laughter.

"Mom, I've been in trouble for a long time, I'm surprised that you haven't noticed." I stared into the palms of my hands; I had covered my face with them to avoid looking into her eyes.

"We need to talk Frankie, I think that it's best." She was trying to take control again.

"No, no we don't. I'm sick of you trying to control me. You don't have to iron out my flaws, and blame who I am on somebody else. You need to accept me, or I'll leave. And I know that there's a little piece of you inside that doesn't want me to leave you, alone with him." My words dripped from my mouth like verbal diarrhoea; I was done with her trying to change me. I wasn't going to be straight anytime soon, and I was more than just in love with Gerard. It wasn't just a phase, it was who I was, and who I would always be.
She looked at me, the disappointment clearly present in her eyes. She looked down at her feet, refusing to speak to me any more. I had silenced her; for once. I rose from my seat, proud of what I had done, going upstairs to spend the rest of my night in my room. With any luck, Gerard would saunter up to my room like he had done a night or so ago- guiltily, I wished for him to.
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I had fallen asleep, but was rudely awakened by my mother and step-father shouting. It was a regular occurrence, and I should've been used to it. But I couldn't help feeling partially to blame, so I pulled on my coat. I intended to go on a walk for a little while, until they decided to kiss and make up. They had no idea that I was leaving through the front door, and I was glad as I didn't have to explain myself.

It wasn't raining, it was just a little cold. The wind chilled my cheeks, just the way Gerard did when he stroked them. The thought of him made me smile as I walked along the dirt path towards the forest. It was quiet there, and I wanted time to think. I couldn't really take living with my mother for much longer, and I knew that I couldn't just ask Gerard if I could move in with him. We weren't officially dating, and there was no doubt that my mother would protest on his damn front lawn.
However much she hated me, she couldn't stand to see me happy, to even let me go. It was a little worse ever since my love for Gerard was flung out into the open.

I sighed angrily, life wasn't treating me fairly, and that in itself wasn't fair. I could've kicked and screamed like a small child, but I figured that that would get me nowhere. I had to deal with it; I only had a few years left of being a minor and then I could go out on my own. Possibly never seeing my mother again. The thought of that made me feel more positive. I also slid in the possibility of me and Gerard dating as another positive aspect of continuing to live; that I looked forward to the most.

I thought that I heard footsteps behind me, but when I turned, there was no one there. I was alone, with my thoughts. I shrugged to myself, stepping on twigs and hearing them snap. It was satisfying, and I felt in control. I shivered, remembering that it was supposed to be cold outside. I slipped my hands into my pockets, balling my hands into fists.

I loved the solitude of the woods, the peace and the tranquility. It gave me ideas of where I wanted to go with my life. I wanted a peaceful one, and definitely a cabin far far away from any civilisation. Somewhere up in the mountains where there were streams and huge forests to loose myself in. First I'd have to raise the funds, the most difficult part of my little dream.
Then there was that big question of children. Seeing as I wasn't capable of having my own, given the circumstances, there was just adoption left. Or no children, which sort of called out to me. If I couldn't take care of myself, then how could I take care of a small child? That definitely put children out of the question.

The sounds of footsteps filled my ears, and I was definitely sure that somebody was following me. I was too scared to turn around, so I knew that I had to continue. It was most likely my imagination, but on the other hand there was always that possibility that somebody was following me for a reason; not a very good reason at that. So I had to continue, until I reached some sort of dead end, and then I'd force myself to turn around.
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Song Of The Chapter- Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Lower than Atlantis

A.N
I've come to the realisation that I usually write chapters at around 12am-1am. That's unhealthy, but it's the time when I'm actually kinda in the I MUST CHAPTER mood. Yay for insomnia though, that's a great addition :3