Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall.
P.O.V: Liam's
Disclaimer: Not real. I have them locked up in my closet. Of course I do. Not!
Dedications: Rachael for writing this with me. Melody because she's my wifey.
Summary: Frank and Gerard are happily married, or, they were until Gerard turned up on the doorstep with a baby. Will they cope, or will their marriage suffer? This is the story of how they cope.
Author's Notes: Hey! Here's chapter 16! Happy new year peeps. Let it be a good one.
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15a Chapter 15b Chapter 15c

Chapter 16

Liam's P.O.V

I've felt like crap all day, but I wanna go in for my guitar lesson. I feel loads better anyway.

 "Dad?"

 "I don't like it when you use that tone of voice. What fo you want? You don't want me to go the shop for more ice cream do you, 'cause that'll be the third time today."

 "No, I wanna go in for my guitar lesson."

 "But you've been complaining about feeling sick all day."

 "Please Dad?" He threw his head back and groaned.

 "Alright, let me get my car keys." Woo! I always get round him. Being an unexpected only child has its merits.

 "Frank, where are my car keys?" He's not here. Dad watched him walk out 20 minutes ago, but he won't remember. "Frank? Where are you?" Still no realisation.

 "Dad, he's not here."

 "What?"

 "He went to the office 20 minutes ago to pick up an article. Remember? He walked through here, said 'see you later hun', you waved at him..."

 "I do not remember that."

 "You're going senile."

 "Liam, don't insult your mode of transport, or you'll never get to your guitar lesson."

 "Ergh."

  I really love my dad's car. I mean Bella's nice, but my dad's car is sexy. I mean come on, it's a Lexus. And a silver Lexus which is the best kind. What makes it better is we have rock music playing, with the top down on a 6-CD changer - which not many cars have. God, I sound like such a snob, but I don't care, I'm in a Lexus. I'm allowed to be a snob.

 "Liam." Pause. "Liam."

 "Woah, what?"

 "Liam, we're here." So we are. 'Cause that's my school and we're no longer moving.

 "Okay bye dad. See you in half an hour."

 "Are you kidding? You're getting the bus home."

 "I'm 10 and it's 20 blocks!"

 "If you're well enough to go to your guitar lesson, you're well enough to get home. You do it normally."

 "I've been ill. And you know I have a weak immune system!"

 "Don't play that card mister. I'm not in the mood. You're getting the bus home, end of story."

 "Oh."

 "Goodbye Liam."

  Dad squinted through the window before he drove away, but I thought nothing of it. He probably just spotted someone he knows from the PTA.

 "Hey Liam. Thought you weren't coming today, your teacher said you weren't in."

 "I got my dad to drive me in. I feel better."

 "I feel honoured, you come in just for my guitar lesson."

 "What can I say? You're a good teacher."

 "I'm glad you're feeling better." Hand on the small of my back; I don't like this. Too close for comfort. I stood immediately, going for my guitar.

 "So what am I playing?" He put an untitled piece of music in front of me. I'm very confused, 'cause it's not printed - it's hand-written.

 "My boyfriend wrote this. It's untitled as of yet, but we're kind of working on 'Disneyland Acid Trip'. I think you'll like it."

 "You really think I can play this? It's so complicated."

 " Give it time. You're good enough." And again with the hand on the back. I shifted away from him, deliberately making sure he knew I was shifting away from him. And he's following me. He obviously didn't get the message. "Give it a try."

 "I'm crap at sight-reading though."

 "Break it down into four bar chunks and try it that way. The actual notation isn't that hard, it's just got a fast tempo." I started to sight -read the piece and placed his hand on my back again. This made me fluff my notes. "What happened there?"

 "You scared me."

 "Sorry Liam, I didn't mean to. It's the end of the lesson anyway. Take it home and practise it; get Frank to help you, he's good with note work."

  I feel kinda dirty and I don't know why. I don't think what Zacky's doing is right, but I don't want to mention it in case I'm wrong.

1 month later

 "Liam! Will you hurry up, you're gonna be late for your guitar lesson!"

 "I don't know if I wanna go."

 "I pay good money for you to go. You're going."

 "Okay dad. I'll go." Zacky is really starting to freak me out, but I don't wanna say anything. If I say something and I'm wrong, I'm gonna in so much trouble. I'm just gonna play along for now and reassess later on.
 
At the guitar lesson

 "Oh, hello stranger." Yeah I didn't come last week. I was 'ill'. I just wasn't in the mood to try and avoid him all lesson. And I kinda had a sugar hangover from my birthday party. I'm never having marshmallows again - at least not plain. I wanted chocolate sauce but dad wouldn't let me and I don't know why. 

 "Hey Zacky. Sorry about last week." 

 "No problem. Let's see if the break effected your playing." I put everything I could into it to try and make it good. "Well Liam, I'm impressed." he said, ruffling my hair. What the hell? Even dad doesn't ruffle my hair. I think he realised I inherited his obsession with my hair being perfect. As a special birthday present, he taught me how to wax it. He still won't let me dye my hair black though, so it sucks. And the temptation is so great because their black hair dye is always lying around the house.

 "Okay, right. Let's hear that composed piece I gave you." I was hoping he'd ask that, 'cause I've been practising it. I played it through with only a couple of mistakes. I was very proud of myself. He ruffled my hair again; I pulled away from him, quite violently this time.

 "Zacky, seriously. Stop it."

 "Stop what? Have I offended in some way?"

 "Stop ruffling my hair. You'll ruin it - its got wax in it."

 "You wax your hair? You're 10!"

 "Actually, I'm 11. I turned 11 last week. And yeah, I wax my hair. Dad taught me how."

 "When last week?"

 "Halloween."

 "You have the same birthday as Frank?"

 "Yeah, pure freaky coincidence."

 "What did they get you?" None of this is relevant to my guitar lesson, but I'll humour him.

 "Urm, clothes, stuff for the cat, a spongebob beanbag, etc. The usual."

 "You spoilt or something?"

 "I am an only child. And I'm nowhere near as spoilt as Frank is on his birthday." 

"Yeah," he scoffed, "Probably 'cause your dad's madly in love with him or something." Oh, bitterness much?

 "Anyway, it's the end of the lesson, can I go?"

 "Yeah. Get outta here. See ya next week." Oh dear God, he winked at me. I feel physically sick. That's not how a guitar teacher should act. 

1 month later

  I hate it when they argue. And this time I feel kinda guilty 'cause they're arguing about money and they spend most of what they earn on me. 

 "What if we sell one of the cars?"

 "We both drive to opposite sides of the city to go to work. It's not practical."

   I need to do something...this would give me an excuse to quit my guitar lessons. Then they'd never have to know about Zacky. "I could quit my guitar lessons."

 "No Liam, that's your thing, we're not gonna make you quit them."

At the guitar lesson

  As soon as I walked in, he looked at me from under his eyelashes. It was really weird. It was almost like the look I've seen dad give Frank sometimes before they send me round Uncle Mikey's. This is not good. This is why I wanted to quit.

 "Composed piece of music. Off you go." Okay, so we're not being friendly today, but we're gonna look at me funny again. 

30 minutes later

  I counted 7 of those looks. Come on, 7? I don't care what dad and Frank say, I'm quitting and I'm telling him now. "Zacky, I can't afford to have guitar lessons with you anymore, so I'm quitting."

 "Oh, don't quit." And then comes the deal breaker. He wound his arms around my waist. 

 "Now I'm definately quitting. Let me go." 

 "What did I do?" I just stared at him, got up and walked out. 

  As we drove past the school, I saw Zacky coming out, probably to try and stop me. I think dad saw him too, but I'm not sure. 

At home

 "Liam, who's been teaching you guitar?"

 "Zacky Baker."

 "Oh Jesus Christ, Frank!" What's going on?

 "What is it hun?"

 "Zacky."

 "Care to elaborate on that disturbing word?" I swear I sae Frank shiver.

 "He's been teaching Liam guitar. Liam, has he ever done anything to you?"

  How do I put this? May as well do it bluntly. "Yes."

 "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him." said Frank, through clenched teeth.

 "Calm down Frank. What's he done?"

 "Just looks. Touches. And today he hugged me." 

 "I'll fucking kill him!" shouted dad.

 "What did he do?" I asked confused.

  "He did something bad to Frank years ago."

 "Like?"

 "He raped me Squirt."

 "Define the term raped?"

 "Look, I'm gonna be blunt with you. He made me have sex with him without my consent adn photographed it to break me and your dad up."

 "Oh I feel dirty. I'm going for a shower."

   Dad, who had been silently fuming up until now spoke up, "Frank, call the school. I want his address."