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Chapter 8
1 Reviews"There is something so familiar about his eyes but I can’t figure out what it is."
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xo,
H
“How are you doing, baby boy?” Gerard’s father smirks and walks over to him. “You feeling okay?” Gerard swallows hard and nods. I bite my lip as his father kneels down in front of him. “You can’t run. Killing yourself won’t fix anything.” He smirks evilly and runs his hand down Gerard’s body. Gerard shivers, when his father's hand gets to his crotch I cannot control myself, and I punch the fucker in the face.
In an instant his father is on top of me. I kick and punch, not aiming but just throwing, desperately trying to get him off of me. I manage to kick him where it counts and push him off of me. I then get onto him and clasp my hands around his neck. I squeeze as hard as I can. “You’re gonna die, asshole! For what you did to your son! You're a sick sonofabitch!”
“Please don’t kill him, Ray!” Gerard hiccups while crying.
I bite my lip and look over at him, then back to his father. I sigh and unclench my hands. I get off of him and sit beside Gerard, he whimpers and I wrap my arms around him. “It’s okay, I'm here...” I kiss his cheek.
I am then thrown back onto the bed, my cheek stinging. I look up, dazed, to see Gerard’s father, whose smirking. “You’re never going to find us.” He says; with that I am hit across the head and black out.
When I wake I am surrounded by nurses. “W-Where is Gerard? Please tell me he’s okay...” I am weak and can barely hear myself speak.
“He was taken by his father. The police tried to follow but they lost them. We’re very sorry.” A nurse puts a wet cloth over my forehead.
“I can’t believe this...” I can’t stop myself from crying. “I-I’m so sorry, Gerard...I-I didn’t protect you...”
>>>
After that I drop out of high school, I do not complete my senior year. I do not go to college, or pursue any of my lifetime goals. I have barely enough money to support myself, but just enough to scrape by. I never stop looking for Gerard; I always think I see him in crowds of people, but it is just my imagination. I miss him so much and I never stop thinking about him. I am constantly in contact with the police and move from city to city whenever they get a lead.
Their newest lead is in Jacksonville, Florida. I now live in a crappy apartment in a bad part of the city. I work as a performing guitarist at a local bar and play there every weekend and two nights during the week. It is Saturday night and I have just finished my set, I stay around for a few drinks.
“Hey.” A friendly toned voice comes from beside me. I look up to see a young man, who is smiling at me. He must be in his early twenties, just about my age, maybe younger.
“Hello.” I say politely.
“I saw your set, it was great. You’re really talented.” He beams at me.
“Why thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed. Can I buy you a drink?” I ask.
“No it’s okay, I don’t drink.” He giggles and brushes his foot against my leg.
“Arthur how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t want you doing business in my bar!” The owner of the bar, Frank, glares at the man.
“It’s okay, Frank, he’s with me. We’re just leaving.” I get up. Frank gives me a weird look and then walks into the back.
“Thank you.” Arthur whispers.
“It’s no problem. Follow me, I just need to pack up my things and then we can leave. Just don’t cause any trouble with Frank, he’s my boss.” I mumble.
Arthur nods and follows me to the stage. I pack up my equipment and then carry it out to my car. I put it in the trunk and then turn around to see that Arthur is leaning against my car, smoking. He looks at me. “Sorry, I haven’t had one in a while.” He inhales again.
“It’s fine.” I stand beside him.
“You want one?” He asks and holds the box to me.
“Thanks but no thanks, I don’t smoke. Why is it that I’ve never seen you around Frank’s?”
“I don’t usually go into Frank’s. I went there twice, then he realized what I was doing and threw me out. Anyway, I’m Arthur.” He smiles and holds out his hand.
“I’m Ray.” I take his hand and shake it. There is an awkward silence and then I ask the question that we both knew was coming. “Why did he throw you out?”
“Well...” Arthur scratches his head. “I’m a prostitute.”
I don’t respond and watch as he stamps out his cigarette. “Well I’ll leave you alone.” He says and starts to walk away, he swings his hips as he walks.
I can’t help myself as I watch him walk. “Arthur, wait.” I call after him and he turns around. “How much?” I ask.
He smirks and walks towards me while still swinging his hips. “Seventy per hour. You still interested?”
I nod slowly. “Yes.”
He smirks and rubs his hand against my chest. He pushes me down on the hood of the car and kisses me. “Your place or right here?” He smirks.
“My place.”
>>>
I sit on my bed as I watch Arthur undress. He runs his hand up and down his body, while still smirking at me. “You want me, baby?”
I blush and nod. “Fuck yeah.” My pants are painfully tight now and Arthur gets in front of me, he pulls my pants off of my body and gives me a blowjob while I finish undressing. When I finish, he pushes me down onto the bed and gets on top of me. He straddles me and looks into my eyes. There is something so familiar about his eyes but I can’t figure out what it is. He cups my face in his hands and pulls me to him, he presses his lips to mine. I let out a low moan and grab him, kissing him with such passion. It has been so long since I have kissed someone like this. The last person I kissed with this much passion was Gerard. Pain fills me as I think about Gerard, and how things could have been different if I just would have protected him. Arthur’s lips are on my neck, sending tingles down my spine. So much about Arthur is familiar, his touch, his kiss, his eyes, even just...him. I turn us around so that Arthur is beneath me and I look into those familiar eyes again. A lump forms in my throat as I see the tears in the corners of his eyes, he’s smirking but his eyes tell me that he isn’t enjoying himself.
“You don’t like this do you?” I ask while stroking his cheek softly.
“Huh? No sir, I love it.” Arthur chews on his bottom lip.
I get closer to him and look directly into his eyes. “I know you don’t. I’ve met lots of prostitutes, I’ve been with many. You’re different, you’re innocent.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it looks to me that being a hooker wasn’t your choice. So tell me, Arthur, who did this to you?”
“W-Why did you say my name like that?” The young man shows desperation in his eyes, like he’s begging me to just recognize him.
“Because I know that your name isn’t Arthur. I know that the person who you are would never disrespect themselves like this.”
“Then who am I, Ray? And who is this horrible person who forced me into this?”
“Your name is Gerard Way. Your father took you away from New Jersey and has been hiding you for years. He made you do this so that he could stay in hiding while you sell yourself for money.” I get off of him while keeping eye contact.
Tears begin to fall down Gerard’s face.
xo,
H
“How are you doing, baby boy?” Gerard’s father smirks and walks over to him. “You feeling okay?” Gerard swallows hard and nods. I bite my lip as his father kneels down in front of him. “You can’t run. Killing yourself won’t fix anything.” He smirks evilly and runs his hand down Gerard’s body. Gerard shivers, when his father's hand gets to his crotch I cannot control myself, and I punch the fucker in the face.
In an instant his father is on top of me. I kick and punch, not aiming but just throwing, desperately trying to get him off of me. I manage to kick him where it counts and push him off of me. I then get onto him and clasp my hands around his neck. I squeeze as hard as I can. “You’re gonna die, asshole! For what you did to your son! You're a sick sonofabitch!”
“Please don’t kill him, Ray!” Gerard hiccups while crying.
I bite my lip and look over at him, then back to his father. I sigh and unclench my hands. I get off of him and sit beside Gerard, he whimpers and I wrap my arms around him. “It’s okay, I'm here...” I kiss his cheek.
I am then thrown back onto the bed, my cheek stinging. I look up, dazed, to see Gerard’s father, whose smirking. “You’re never going to find us.” He says; with that I am hit across the head and black out.
When I wake I am surrounded by nurses. “W-Where is Gerard? Please tell me he’s okay...” I am weak and can barely hear myself speak.
“He was taken by his father. The police tried to follow but they lost them. We’re very sorry.” A nurse puts a wet cloth over my forehead.
“I can’t believe this...” I can’t stop myself from crying. “I-I’m so sorry, Gerard...I-I didn’t protect you...”
>>>
After that I drop out of high school, I do not complete my senior year. I do not go to college, or pursue any of my lifetime goals. I have barely enough money to support myself, but just enough to scrape by. I never stop looking for Gerard; I always think I see him in crowds of people, but it is just my imagination. I miss him so much and I never stop thinking about him. I am constantly in contact with the police and move from city to city whenever they get a lead.
Their newest lead is in Jacksonville, Florida. I now live in a crappy apartment in a bad part of the city. I work as a performing guitarist at a local bar and play there every weekend and two nights during the week. It is Saturday night and I have just finished my set, I stay around for a few drinks.
“Hey.” A friendly toned voice comes from beside me. I look up to see a young man, who is smiling at me. He must be in his early twenties, just about my age, maybe younger.
“Hello.” I say politely.
“I saw your set, it was great. You’re really talented.” He beams at me.
“Why thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed. Can I buy you a drink?” I ask.
“No it’s okay, I don’t drink.” He giggles and brushes his foot against my leg.
“Arthur how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t want you doing business in my bar!” The owner of the bar, Frank, glares at the man.
“It’s okay, Frank, he’s with me. We’re just leaving.” I get up. Frank gives me a weird look and then walks into the back.
“Thank you.” Arthur whispers.
“It’s no problem. Follow me, I just need to pack up my things and then we can leave. Just don’t cause any trouble with Frank, he’s my boss.” I mumble.
Arthur nods and follows me to the stage. I pack up my equipment and then carry it out to my car. I put it in the trunk and then turn around to see that Arthur is leaning against my car, smoking. He looks at me. “Sorry, I haven’t had one in a while.” He inhales again.
“It’s fine.” I stand beside him.
“You want one?” He asks and holds the box to me.
“Thanks but no thanks, I don’t smoke. Why is it that I’ve never seen you around Frank’s?”
“I don’t usually go into Frank’s. I went there twice, then he realized what I was doing and threw me out. Anyway, I’m Arthur.” He smiles and holds out his hand.
“I’m Ray.” I take his hand and shake it. There is an awkward silence and then I ask the question that we both knew was coming. “Why did he throw you out?”
“Well...” Arthur scratches his head. “I’m a prostitute.”
I don’t respond and watch as he stamps out his cigarette. “Well I’ll leave you alone.” He says and starts to walk away, he swings his hips as he walks.
I can’t help myself as I watch him walk. “Arthur, wait.” I call after him and he turns around. “How much?” I ask.
He smirks and walks towards me while still swinging his hips. “Seventy per hour. You still interested?”
I nod slowly. “Yes.”
He smirks and rubs his hand against my chest. He pushes me down on the hood of the car and kisses me. “Your place or right here?” He smirks.
“My place.”
>>>
I sit on my bed as I watch Arthur undress. He runs his hand up and down his body, while still smirking at me. “You want me, baby?”
I blush and nod. “Fuck yeah.” My pants are painfully tight now and Arthur gets in front of me, he pulls my pants off of my body and gives me a blowjob while I finish undressing. When I finish, he pushes me down onto the bed and gets on top of me. He straddles me and looks into my eyes. There is something so familiar about his eyes but I can’t figure out what it is. He cups my face in his hands and pulls me to him, he presses his lips to mine. I let out a low moan and grab him, kissing him with such passion. It has been so long since I have kissed someone like this. The last person I kissed with this much passion was Gerard. Pain fills me as I think about Gerard, and how things could have been different if I just would have protected him. Arthur’s lips are on my neck, sending tingles down my spine. So much about Arthur is familiar, his touch, his kiss, his eyes, even just...him. I turn us around so that Arthur is beneath me and I look into those familiar eyes again. A lump forms in my throat as I see the tears in the corners of his eyes, he’s smirking but his eyes tell me that he isn’t enjoying himself.
“You don’t like this do you?” I ask while stroking his cheek softly.
“Huh? No sir, I love it.” Arthur chews on his bottom lip.
I get closer to him and look directly into his eyes. “I know you don’t. I’ve met lots of prostitutes, I’ve been with many. You’re different, you’re innocent.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it looks to me that being a hooker wasn’t your choice. So tell me, Arthur, who did this to you?”
“W-Why did you say my name like that?” The young man shows desperation in his eyes, like he’s begging me to just recognize him.
“Because I know that your name isn’t Arthur. I know that the person who you are would never disrespect themselves like this.”
“Then who am I, Ray? And who is this horrible person who forced me into this?”
“Your name is Gerard Way. Your father took you away from New Jersey and has been hiding you for years. He made you do this so that he could stay in hiding while you sell yourself for money.” I get off of him while keeping eye contact.
Tears begin to fall down Gerard’s face.
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