{Frank's POV}
"Are you nervous?"
I didn't reply.
He knew I was so what was the point in speaking?
Instead, I stared at my hands.
I was holding a leaflet that I had grabbed off the table when we had arrived.
I'd only just noticed that I had slowly begun to tear it apart.
A hand was suddenly on top of mine and I froze.
"Frank."
I looked up.
A worried look had taken over Gerard's face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I asked if you were nervous."
I shrugged in response.
He sighed, "It'll be fine."
I shrugged again and pulled my hands out from under his.
"Frank-"
"Frank Iero?" Gerard was cut off.
I looked up to see a woman smiling at us.
I stood up, "Yeah, here."
"Would you like to come on through?"
I nodded and followed her through a door.
"I love you, Frank!" I heard behind me.
I smiled a little but didn't reply.
The room we went into had a desk, sofa, armchair and coffee table in it.
"Would you like to take a seat?" The woman gestured towards the sofa before shutting the door.
I slowly sat down on the sofa and looked at my feet.
"Would you like a drink?" She offered.
"No thanks."
I felt really awkward.
I'd never been in this sort of situation before.
I wasn't sure what to do.
"My name's Dr Adams," The woman said, "I have a feeling therapy wasn't your idea."
I looked up.
She was sitting in the armchair with a clipboard in her hands.
"Not really," I admitted.
"Who's idea was it?" She asked.
I knew she already knew the answer.
"My boyfriend's," I sighed.
"Why did he want you to come here?"
She knew why.
I bet she had all the details right there in front of her.
She just wanted to hear it from me.
I decided to be blunt about it, "I was almost raped by my Mom's boyfriend."
Dr Adams' expression didn't change; it stayed neutral.
"That's quite a traumatic experience, Frank."
Thanks for stating the obvious.
"I guess," I sniffed.
She wrote something down.
I wasn't sure I liked this very much.
I felt like some sort of test subject.
"I've also been told that you're having a lot of nightmares," She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah..." I crossed my legs on the sofa, "Every night."
Something was written on the clipboard.
I definitely didn't like that.
It was like she was evaluating me or something.
No doubt the results would come back that I had failed at life.
I failed a long time ago.
"I'm sure you're aware that these nightmares are most probably occurring as a result of the experience you went through."
I got angry then.
The emotion hit me right in the face.
It came out of no where.
"Stop calling it a fucking 'experience'!" I growled.
Dr Adams' eyes widened.
To be honest, I had shocked myself too.
Where had that come from?
I looked down.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"That's quite alright," She replied, "I apologise if I offended you."
I didn't say anything.
I really didn't like this.
This was getting too much.
I didn't want to relive what had happened.
I didn't want to talk about my feelings.
I stood up without any warning.
"I-I... I'm sorry. I can't do this."
I hurried towards the door.
"Mr Iero!" Dr Adams called after me but I ignored her and rushed back into the waiting room.
Gerard and his Mom were still there and both looked up as I came into the room.
Gerard stood up, "Frank? What are you doing?"
Tears had slowly begun to make their way down my face.
"I can't do this," Was all I said before I ran outside.
As soon as I was out though I realised there was no where I could go.
I had no where to go.
That was kind of sad.
I never got the chance to decide where to run off to though because Gerard had followed me.
A hand appeared on my arm.
I shrugged it off and span around.
He looked hurt by my rejection but didn't say anything.
"Just... Don't!" I rubbed my eyes, "Leave me alone, please!"
"Frank-"
"No!" I didn't let him speak, "I need to think! It's too loud in my head!"
He didn't speak.
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to take some deep breaths.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I felt a set of hands on me and then I was aware that I was being led somewhere.
I kept my eyes closed.
I felt pathetic.
"Oh, Frank, Honey," I heard Mrs Way say.
Sympathy was in her voice.
I was lowered onto a chair of some sort and then the hands disappeared.
An arm replaced them and pulled me closer to the person's torso.
I knew it was Gerard.
I wasn't stupid.
He smelled of stale coffee and faintly of deodorant.
Mainly of coffee though.
Just as usual.
My eyes were still closed.
I didn't want to open them because that meant that I would have to accept the fact that I was this worthless.
I knew I would have to at some point though so I slowly peaked through my eyelashes.
Mrs Way was sat on my right and was rubbing calming circles on my back.
Gerard was on my left and from the way he was breathing, I could tell he was trying not to cry.
That broke my heart a little.
I was causing him so much pain.
He deserved so much better.
The receptionist from earlier placed a cup of water on the table in front of us and smiled a small smile at me.
I clung onto Gerard and hid my face in his neck.
"Is he okay?" I heard.
"He should be," Mrs Way answered.
I wished that that could be true.
Would I ever be okay?
As in, properly okay.
I hoped so.
"Frank?"
I reluctantly looked up.
Dr Adams was standing by the table.
"I really believe that talking to me will help. We'll sort this all out, okay?"
I wasn't sure what to say.
"Do you think you could come back on Tuesday? Would you be up for that?" She asked.
I wasn't sure.
This was all still a little over my head.
"We'll take it slow. I promise not to overwhelm you," Dr Adams smiled.
It looked like I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
Maybe it would help though.
I needed to actually try it out instead of freaking out at any given opportunity.
That small breakdown had probably given me more reason to see a therapist.
I guess that whole affair with Tony had fucked me up a lot more than I'd realised.
The least I could do was try and sort my head out.
Maybe it would help.
There was no harm in trying.
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I'm sad to say that I think I know how to end this story.
The end will be coming up soon.
I don't want it to end :(
-Beth :3