Frank never liked to talk about his family.
They were religious fanatics, and now and then they were telling his son how to live, he was tired of telling him how to live, he got sick of being told how to live, he got sick and tired of being always decided for him, he got tired of being an obedient boy of his parents, a puppet in their hands, and one day he decided to run away, It happened after he found out how his parents treated same-sex relationships, his father was a strong supporter of traditions and religion, so once he saw the same-sex family, he went outside with a hunting gun and started shooting at them, and then he became more wary, and forbade his son to play with the boys and bring them home, they protected his son from all this.
Since his childhood, he had two best friends who always played together, had fun, until his friends disappeared suddenly, the whole town was looking for them, the parents of these boys were hysterical, wanted to know what had happened and therefore did not stand up for the boy, the police continued to look for the boys, but it did not bring any results.
One day, Frank decided to go down to Dad's basement, he knew he wasn't allowed to go there, but he took interest up above the boy, and at night he was walking down the cold stairs, the stairs under his light weight were squeaking a little, but didn't make much noise, Frank knew his parents were taking a good nap in the room on the second floor, but he was still early warning, and he walked quietly on the icy floor.
Slowly opening the door, Frank began to feel the walls in search of a light switch. When he found it and turned it on, he couldn't contain the shock, only the awareness that he could be heard made him cover his mouth with his palm, he couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe his best friends were tied to the pillars, when he came closer he saw a lot of bruises and cuts on them, he was very scared because the boys didn't show signs of life, he didn't move...
Suddenly he heard heavy steps, someone was going down the stairs, it was Dad, but he was carrying his leather strap with a heavy iron rag in his hand, when he saw Frank he hit him first, he hit his arm, the pain was hell when he looked at his hand, there was a big cut at the site of the hit, blood began to drip on the floor, and the boy cried, but his father did not stop there, he continued to beat the boy, until his whole body was covered with open wounds, Frank's ribs were broken, and there was an open fracture of his arm, and his father spitting out for the last time, he said:
- This is your example for the future.
Gerard woke up from sleep as soon as he heard his beloved one lying next to him, whining like a dying puppy, and hot tears flowed out of his eyes, Gerard quickly realized what was going on, pinned Frank down and started whispering:
- Hey, sweetie, you're all right with me.
Frank opened his eyes weakly, hugging Gerard, he stuck his head in his collarbone, he kept crying, but Gerard calmed him down, his touch, his words, his smell, his love, all of which Frank loved madly, and now, having calmed down, he stopped crying, and hugged his loved one harder, Gerard said calmly:
-Is it that dream again?
Frank nodded and said in a quiet voice.
- Yeah...
Gerard took Frank by the shoulders and said:
- You know I'm always with you, I'll never leave you, you know, ever.
And with those words, Gerard involved Frank in the kiss, he put all his feelings into the kiss of love, anxiety, tenderness, Frank accepted him, he accepted all those feelings, and all he had to do was to keep up and show Gerard his.
They broke away from each other when the lungs stopped breathing, Frank looked into the eyes of the person he loved, he was happy he had it, and he would never leave it.
Gerard kept looking at him and finally took him for a hug, he stroked Frank's back, feeling the scars on it, all of them healed long ago, but Frank had a huge scar in his soul that he had to heal himself, he knew what he had gone through, so he was ready to go through any difficulties to stay with his loved one and spend every morning in the same bed together.
They've gone too far to stop now, and although they have difficulties, they'll overcome them easily, whether it's Frank's nightmares or scars on Gerard's wrists, because they don't care about everything, the opinion of the community, they make their own destiny, so let them go to the asses of the community, people telling them how to live their lives, they live their lives, and write their own endings.