Is it better to live where nothings left, or run to a place that may hold just the same?
This chapter pretty much flowed from my fingers, so I apologize if there are any errors. I'll edit them out, later. For now, enjoy this chapter, with many greetings from Japan - the place of China plates.
(You'll get that after reading this. So.. yo'know, read.)
Bye guys! Thanks for reading :D
"Fucking bitch," Gerard muttered under his breath, scowling at the plate he was scrubbing dry with all his strength. "Making me wash up. She's the woman of the house."
Gerard Arthur Way really wasn't as sexist as he appeared - he was just pissed off, and that simply made him racist and sexist and any other form of offence that ended with 'ist.' One thing he wasn't, however, was homophobic. In fact, he was far from it, being on the bisexual side himself. Bitta blackness, bitta light - what more could a person want?! It was the best of both worlds!
He put the plate on the draining board, ignoring the fact that smalls stains of tomato sauce still remained, and picked up another from the soapy bowl of hot water in front of him. The bowl, of course, was big and plastic and sat in the sink, and Gerard briefly remembered his Mum telling them "Oh, how she used to bathe them in that beautiful bowl of memories!" and suddenly found it less appealing (not that washing up was appealing in the first place) to scrub the dishes clean in the same fucking tub his dirty however-old-he-was body was washed in..
No, scratch that. The same tub his pee-pee had been in. And not only his, but Mikey's!
The boy cringed, making sure his hands didn't touch the sides of the bowl at any time; it would, hypothetically, be incest. Of the worst sort.
Don't get Gerard wrong, he was a very open-minded person. He was fine with all sexuality's and races - he didn't even really mind incest relationships. He just didn't want to think about him and his brother in a relationship; it made him want to puke and shower for the rest of his life. He felt dirty when he thought about it.
But back on topic, the only relationship which Gerard frowned upon (with fireball-beating breath, might he add) was father-son/daughter or mother-son/daughter relations. They were just.. sick. Really wrong, in his opinion.
Then again, who was to say his opinion was wrong? He thought incest was okay, for God's sake, which many others frowned upon. No, sorry, not frowned upon, but beat down with sticks and stones.
Geez, humanity was fucking cruel.
Anyway, as Gerard finished cleaning yet another dish, tomato stains still remaining, he thought back to why he had to clean up in the first place.
"My back hurts, Gerard."
"Oh! Gerard, please.. come on, do it. I'll do something for you?"
"Oh, honey, come on... one little chore, then later you can relax."
Goddamn Mikey and his mother. Actually, no. Only his mother - his sick mother.. His sick, horrible mother who he often wanted to pound down with a mallet and-
Dammit, Gerard, she gave birth to you!
The boy snorted at the thought; she had done a lot more than that in previous years. So much more that the boy actually unintentionally puked every night before he went bed in fear of what would happen during the night. It wouldn't happen even time twilight fell, or darkness splattered the sky; it would only happen on some nights when Mikey was fast asleep from too much alcohol, or out at a friend's, that Gerard would have to be put through the torture of endless squeaking and unethical, one-sided moans.
The boy, now green thinking about it, scoffed, and sensed a violent up-serge in his stomach.
His mother was a slut of the worst kind. And Gerard meant the very worst. End of discussion.
No, not prostitution. Gerard actually didn't look down on prostitutes. His mother was just.. just something else. Something awful.
Sure, he felt a little neglected by it, but why should he be? All he should be is angry and sick, and perhaps..
No. Not today. He had planned for that to happen another day.
The thing was that whenever Gerard tried to talk to Mikey about it, he just.. he couldn't. He felt wrong and dirtied by it and it wasn't even his fault.
It was all his mother's -- she was the one that did it. Not him.
Gerard angrily chucked the plate to one side and watched it splinter into shards and continued to growl under his breath as he mother rushed in, slender with blonde, curly hair, looking younger than the age of 42, and gasped.
"Gerard!" she said indignantly, picking up the largest piece of broken plate.
The boy snorted, swishing his ebony locks out of his face with a small flick of the neck.
"Look what you've done, my finest china! Oh!" She put the piece back down, sighing something between anger and sadness, and looked to the boy. "It looks like your good for basically nothing."
The flash of a little smirk.
"Ah well, I'll clean it up," she sighed. "Just.. don't break my china again! I love this stuff - it's all the way from Japan where they originated."
Ah, because china plates come from Japan, yes, it was all coming back to him now!
Having enough of his mother's whining, Gerard rolled his eyes and twirled on his heals, heading for the door and pushing it open when-
"Oh yes, and Gerard?"
The boy looked back and raised his eyebrows. He tried to look annoyed and irritated and he knew it was working, but he could feel the emotion didn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes, at that moment, were tainted with something else.
"Mikey has decided to live with his father."
Gerard's mouth dropped open as he started, flabbergasted, to his mother. "What?!" he barked. "He's gone to live with dad?! Why can't I live with Dad, for crying out-"
"Because he's not your dad," the woman said carelessly, cocking an eyebrow at the boy. "What, you really thought you were related to him by full-blood?"
"Unlikely. Now scram."
So, with fury blaring on his face, and the cracked remains of subtle despair, Gerard stormed from the room and up the stairs, Dr. Martens pounding painfully on the wood.
Oh, yes, did he forget to mention? The stairs were stripped because "The carpet was looking so horribly filthy! Undoubtedly from Gerard's mud-ridden shoes!"
Another growl as the boy charged into his room and slammed the door shut, feeling the frame of the house shake before he let out an almighty scream of rage, indignation and, mostly, pain.
Mikey was only his half-brother, and he hadn't been told for all these years? And why did he leave? Surely he wouldn't have just gotten up and left poor Gerard?
These thoughts were swiped away instantly when he heard the tap of pebbles against his window, and quickly clambered over his bed and pulled open the rusty hinges.
What met him was Frank. Frank was his best friend since.. well, birth would be a good word.. and they had been inseparable since.
Frank was only 5'5 and a half, with skinny legs and well, everything, with a great music taste and jet black hair, with a fringe that hung over his rustic hazel eyes rebelliously. He normally wore black skinny jeans and some sort of band shirt and hoodie, with his converse, whilst Gerard mostly favored the Dr. Martens.
"Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Where for art thou, Romeo?!" Gerard swooned, hand to his head as he reenacted the scene from Romeo and Juliet.
The boy below him, however, was not amused.
"Oh ha ha," he said, frowning. "Nice one."
Gerard beamed a cheeky smile back at him. "You're just jelling on my retelling!"
Frank slapped his forehead. "For obvious reasons, but now's not the time! Gerard, you've always said you want to run away, get a fresh start, escape your mother.. right?"
It was then Gerard noticed the rucksack on Frank's shoulder, sitting in the gloom of twilight.
Gerard frowned, then nodded. "Yes," he said.
"Then run with me."
The raising of eyebrows. "Gee, thanks, Frank, but I don't really like you like that. No matter how sexy you are."
Frank cocked an eyebrow. "Sexy? Really?" he asked, watching Gerard nod with a wolfish grin, before wiping that thought from mind. "No, no! I didn't mean like that. My mum tried to lock me up again."
Oh dear lord, Gerard muttered. Mothers these days.
"Ah. And you ran this time?"
"Yup," Frank said. "Anyway, come escape this town with me! You know what your mother does and that you want to escape, what are you still here for? Bring Mikey if you want; I know how close you are but please, I need you right now."
Gerard shook his head sadly and felt the tears build up behind his eyes. "I'm not properly related to Mikey - he's my half-brother. Gone to live with his dad.."
Gerard gulped down the lump in his throat and watched Frank's face fall.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. Tell me all about it later but now, we have to go. Pack a bag if your coming. I'll be in the rose bush." Just as Frank was about to turn around, he hesitated. "Wait," he mumbled. "You're going to come, right?"
Gerard stared down at Frank, shaking his head in disbelief. "Please," he said, "Of course I'm coming! What do I have to live for here, anyway?"
Frank shrugged, and that's when Gerard realized how true that question was; he didn't have anything left for him here, now. Not after Mikey's left. Besides, this was an amazing, huge opportunity - once in a life time!
So, once again sporting the infamous smirk, Gerard Way nodded in defiance, and started to grin down at Frank.
"Get a fresh start, eh?" he smiled.
As Frank saw where this was going, a grin grew slowly on his face, deviousness spreading across his features.
"You know, Frank, that doesn't sound like a bad idea."
Not a bad idea at all.