Frank's POV
The next day, around nine A.M., I saw Gerard's eyes. They were bloodshot. I felt so bad that he couldn't sleep. And I was pissed off with Bert. That dick told my boyfriend to kill myself.
It was about time to turn him into the cops. He was an adult sexually assaulting a minor. Physically assaulting a minor. Verbally assaulting a minor. What he was doing was illegal as he was 19 years old and Gerard was 16. I don't care if Gerard doesn't want to get Bert arrested. I was going to anyways. To protect the love of my life.
I put on clean clothes and my shoes and Gerard was looking at me as if I was crazy. "Frank, where the hell are you going?"
"Just... put your clothes on. I'll explain in the car."
"Umm... my clothes are on."
"I mean, change into something else. We're going somewhere important." He put on black skinny jeans and a band tee shirt for one of those bands he likes. A/N me when my mom says we're going somewhere nice and that I have to dress well.
I headed downstairs, Gerard in my hand. My parents were still sleeping and I took Gerard to the car.
"Hey, Frank?" he asked once the A.C. was on and we were on the highway. "You mind explaining to me where the fuck we're going?"
"We're going to the police station. I'm turning Bert in and you're going to tell the police exactly what that fucker did to you."
"He'll kill me. And mostly importantly, he'll kill you. I'm fine if he wants to kill me. But if he lays a hand on you."
"Everything will be okay. He'll go to jail and he won't bother you again. I know it."
We finally got to the place.