Everything Changes .:Frerard:.

"Mom, why doesn't Dad like Frankie?" Gerard innocently asked his mother, who sighed.

"Gerard, sweetie, it's not that your father dislikes your new friend, he just..." She was cut off by the sound of her husband, Gerard's father, tromping down the attic stairs.

"Honey, go down to your bedroom and go draw. I'll be down to talk about it soon." Gerard did as his mother asked, peeking out the door up the stairs, hoping to find out what was wrong with his father.

"Dammit, Donna! I refuse to allow our boy to 'go play' with that faggot! I will not have it in this house!" By that time, Gerard's younger brother, Mikey, appeared downstairs in front of Gerard; teddybear in hand, a frightened look plastered across his face.

"Mikey, come here. Go sit on the bed, 'kay?" Mikey nodded and waddled over to Gerard's bed while his older brother eavesdropped on their parents.

"Donald! Please, be rational! What do you think would happen if you took away Gerard's only friend?! You'd be ruining your own son's life!" A loud slapping sound rattles through the house, followed by a shrill girlish shriek.

Gerard couldn't bear to listen anymore. He slowly closed his bedroom door and joined Mikey on the bed. Mikey clung to his older brother as if he was going to vanish forever.

"Wh-why does D-D-Daddy yell all the time, Gewawrd?" Mikey's tears were staining the front of Gerard's shirt as the older brother held him close and tried to comfort him.

"Shhh...I don't know, Mikes..." Gerard himself was on the verge of tears. Why did his father act this way? Aren't fathers supposed to love their children?

Suddenly, someone was stomping down the steps to Gerard's basement bedroom.

"Boy, get your ass up here now! Don't make me come all the way down there!" Gerard shot up from his spot on the bed and carried Mikey to their special hiding place behind a small door in the corner of the room.

"Mikey, stay here. Don't come out until I come to get you out, okay?" The toddler nodded and crawled with his teddy into the secret room.

"Coming, Dad! Just a second!" Gerard rushed and fixed the bed a little, so his father wouldn't suspect Mikey in his room. He didn't want his little brother to get hurt or see anything that would make him even more frightened of his own father. Gerard opened the door, just to be thrown back onto the dark colored carpet.

"You little freak-wad, faggot!" Gerard's father thrust him to the floor of his bedroom, making him hit his head on a small art kit that was laid out on the carpet.

Gerard let out a small yelp when his father lifted him up off the floor by the collar of his Batman t-shirt. His breath reeked of beer and cigarettes as he scowled at his eldest son.

"I don't want you hangin' around that Iero-fag no more, ya hear?" Gerard looked fearfully into his father's eyes, paralyzed.

"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy!" Gerard was suddenly shaken like a rag-doll and thrown back onto the floor before he squeaked out a 'Y-yes sir!'

Gerard's father marched back up the stairs, continuing to holler at his wife. Mikey peeked out of a crack in the secret door and barely whispered to his brother.

"Gee? Awe you owkay?" Gerard picked himself up and walked over to the door to let Mikey out.

"Yeah, Mikey. I'm fine...Are you sleeping down here again tonight?" Mikey instantly nodded frantically, and squished his brother in a huge hug.

"I was so scawed, Gewawrd! I thought Daddy was gonna hurt you weal bad!" Gerard soothingly rubbed his brother's back, shushing him and carrying him over to the door.

"I'm fine, Mikes. Now, quick run to your room and get your jammies on, then come straight back down here, okay?" Mikey nodded and ran up the stairs just like his brother told him to.

There was a sudden tapping at the window above Gerard's bed. He whirled around and saw Frank tapping frantically at his window. Without a second thought, Gerard was opening the window for his friend. Frank came tumbling into the room and collapsed onto Gerard's bed.

"Frankie! What are you doing here?! If my dad sees you, we'll be dead!" Frank didn't listen to Gerard, he just crushed him in the tightest hug ever.

"Gerard, they've been murdered! My parents are dead!" Gerard was frozen at his friend's words. It took him a moment to regain the ability to speak.

"Calm down, Frank. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Frank took a long, shaky breath and pulled away from the hug to look Gerard in the eye.

"I was upstairs in my room reading, when I heard a loud crash and Mom and Dad screaming. By the time I got downstairs the only thing different about the house was the back door was broken off it's hinges and my parents were dead and bleeding on the floor!" Frank went back to sobbing into Gerard's chest. He couldn't believe his ears! Frank's parents just died!

"Frankie...You know I would offer for you to stay here, but..." he's cut off by a loud bang and Mikey bursting through the room, his unicorn pajamas halfway buttoned up.

"Geeeee!" Gerard sprang from the bed and picked up his little brother, sitting him on the bed and going to push his desk in front of the now closed bedroom door.

"Gerard Arthur Way! You open the door this instant!" Donald's voice roared through the house as Gerard stacked several books and other heavy objects on top of his desk. Frank and Mikey just stared for a little bit before helping Gerard. As soon as every movable heavy object in Gerard's room was on top of the desk, the boys sat on the desk themselves, backs pressed against the door as hard as they could.

"Dammit, boy! You open this door!" Gerard's father was banging on the door hard with his fist, kicked it a few times later, then gave up and went back upstairs. The three boys sighed, relieved that Mr. Way had finally stopped pounding on the door.

"Hey, Fwankie? What awe you doing hewre?" Mikey questioned innocently. Frank lowered his head, jumped off the desk and shuffled over to Gerard's bed.

"Mikey...My parents, they..." Frank couldn't finish his sentence, tears choking his words. Gerard instantly jumped down and ran over to his best friend. His only friend, other than Mikey, and he was just a toddler.

"Mikes, Frank's mommy and daddy are gone and can't ever come back..." Frank sobbed into Gerard's chest while Mikey hopped down from the desk and teetered over to the bed to hug Frank too.

"I don't have anywhere to go!" Frank shouted in between sobs.

"I can't even stay here because your dad would murder me!" Gerard took Frank's face in his hands and gazed into his golden-green eyes.

"Don't worry, Frankie. Everything changes."