Frank's P.O.V

I lay on my bed looking at my ceiling, closing my eyes and trying to sleep. I haven't slept in weeks. Mostly cause of the dickheads at school, and constant fear of getting beaten up.

Toughen up, Frank.

But I really can't, I try and be strong, but come on, a little midget like me, against a gang of boys? I don't think so.

'FRANK! HURRY UP YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!' My mum called.

'Yeah, okay whatever' I mumbled

She's making be babysit her friend's kid while they go off and get drunk. Seriously, I'm 16 and here I am, about to babysit some kid. My life is ridiculous.

I reluctantly got up off the bed, put on my jacket, converse and smudged some eyeliner onto my tired eyes. Took a look in the mirror, and sighed, walking out of my room and running down the stairs.

'Frank, you need to be more organized, what are you going to do with your life when you're older-'

I walked out of the front room and grabbed my bag and sat on the wall checking the time on my phone.

Shit. It's 8:50

Which means Kyle, and his gang will be roaming the streets. And I'm supposed to be at this woman's house at 9:00.

I jumped down from the wall, and tried to power walk, it obviously wasn't working and I was just making a fool out of myself. I turned a corner..and there he was Kyle, and his pathetic gang. I looked at my feet and carried on walking, trying to make them not notice me.

'Hey! Iero!'

I tried to make out like I hadn't heard him and continued walking

'Faggot! Get the fuck over here now, or else!

I reluctantly walked over to him, dragging my feet

'What do you want?' I mumbled

'Trying to be rude, eh?'

'No, I just-' Suddenly I felt a fist come in contact with my face, I grimaced as I felt blood trickle from my mouth. And then another punch, this time in my stomach. A sharp pain shot through my body as I groaned and fell to the floor.

The boys ran off, sniggering to eachother.

'F-fuck you' I managed to whisper.

I crawled over to the wall they were sitting on, and pulled myself up, leaned on it for a few minutes to catch my breath, and checked my phone again.

9:05

'FUCK!' I shouted, and started running, every step was painful.

When I reached their house, I pressed the doorbell, and tried to wipe the blood from my face.

Janet, my mum's friend opened the door, and gasped.

'I accidently walked into a lamp post, haha I'm a bit dumb today' I managed to smile

'Okay Frank, well Johnny is in bed, if he comes down; just take him back up to his room for me?'

'Sure' I said, as she stepped out of the house, and I shut the door behind her.

I walked into the front room, and collapsed onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and switching the channel to Kerrang. I placed my head back and listened to the music, for hours, I sat there lost in my own thoughts, when suddenly I heard a loud crash form upstairs.

I froze.

Slowly, I tiptoed out of the room and quietly climbed the stairs.

'..Johnny?' I whispered

A loud scream came from Johnny's room. I smashed the door open and froze, in fear. As I saw a large man standing outside the open window. My instincts kicked in, and I ran over to Johnny's bed, picked him up, and put him over my shoulder .

I legged it down the stairs, as I opened the front door, I heard a gunshot. And I screamed like a girl. I ran out into the empty street, Screaming some more.

'HELP! HELP US, THERE'S A FUCKING PSYCHO IN THE HOUSE!'

One of the doors in the street opened, and I ran over to the kind looking old woman

'What's happened? Is Johnny okay?'

'Yeah' I said, worried, Placing Johnny gently in the woman's arms.

'I'll be back in a sec!'

I ran back to the house, which was probably a stupid decision. As the Psycho was Walking out of the house, with an evil grin on his face.

'SHIT! HELP!' I screamed, and another door opened, someone who looked my age ran out, he had black hair covering his face, that's all I could see form here.

'There's a crazy man and he's got a gun!' I shouted, even though he was closer to me now.

I looked around for any sight of the man, I couldn't see him. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Once again, I was frozen in fear, as I turned around to be staring into the face of the Psycho.

I saw the gun in his hand rising to my neck, now I was trembling. I closed my eyes, and felt absolutely helpless

All of a sudden, the man was knocked to the ground, and the guy with black hair had grabbed the gun out of his hand, and threw it up to me. Then he started punching the crazy guy, hard. I looked away. After a few minutes, I looked back, the man was sitting in a pool of his own blood, and he looked..dead.

I had only just realized everything that had happened in the past hour, and I started to get light headed. I dropped to the floor.

Within seconds, the black hair guy was kneeling beside me, blood dripping from his nose. He looked concerned.

I was shaking even more now, and he pulled me onto his lap, and stroked my hair gently.

'It's okay now..It's over'

His voice was so comforting, this was one of the only times anyone has ever actually been concerned for me in my whole life.

A tear rolled down my cheek, and it was then that I realized, a complete stranger had just saved my life, and I was now laying in his arms..

I looked up at him, to realize that he was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, His entrancing hazel eyes looking straight into mine, His Cute, button nose, still dripping with blood, and his Moist pink lips. His shoulder length hair was messy and covered his left eye.

'Thank you..So much' I managed to say

'It's okay, really' he smiled

Such a beautiful smile.