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Part 2
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So here is the second part to 'The Bet'. I worked hard on this chapter but I could never satisfy myself with it (downfall of being me). Sorry if some parts of the court scene aren't 'proper' but I had to tweak the system a bit in order to fit it to the story. I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless, even if I am not 100% happy with it. I tried and tried to make it perfect so I hope it turned out okay!
xo,
H
It was already two days into the My Chemical Romance and Green Day tour and I had not even tried to make a move on one of the Green Day guys. I really wanted to, though. I could tell that Billie Joe was pressuring me, just by the way he dressed and how he looked at me. It worked well and I decided to throw the bet because I just couldn’t stand it. He was so damn hot.
“Billie Joe can we go to the bunks? I want to speak to you in private.” I smiled innocently.
“Sure, Gee!” He exclaimed and followed me into the bunks.
I grinned at his enthusiasm, I knew he wanted this as much as I did. I shut the door behind us and locked it. I turned to him and smirked while trying to look as seductive as possible.
“So uh, what do ya want to talk about?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“I know you want me.” I chuckled and pushed him gently against the wall. I pressed my lips to his neck only to be thrown back onto the other wall. I looked at him, confused as fuck. “What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Gerard?!” Billie Joe glared at me.
“I-I thought-”
He cut me off. “You thought that I wanted to fuck you, huh? Is that what this is? I should have known you wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the bet.”
“How do you know about the bet?” I was shocked.
“Mikey told me since he knew you would try this shit on me. Unlike you, I have a family and a beautiful wife who I love. I would never cheat on Adrienne for someone as trampy as you. You just think everyone wants you, don’t you? Well Gerard your wrong, not everyone wants to stick their dick up your asshole.” He spat at me.
I bit my lip. “Billie, I thought we were friends...”
“We are...or were. Until you clean up your act you’ll only be someone who sings with me on stage. I don’t approve of your lifestyle whatsoever, Gerard.” He turned and left me alone in the bunks.
I wiped some tears from my eyes and decided to go to Tré for consolation. I found him sitting against the bus while staring off into the distance.
“Hey.” I smiled and sat beside him.
“Hey, Gerard.” His voice was warm and inviting.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just thinking about stuff. I like having some time to myself.” He responded.
I sighed. “Mind if I join you?”
Tré shook his head and we both sat in silence for a bit. “So is everything okay?” He asked after a few minutes.
“Billie Joe called me a slut and told me that we aren’t friends anymore.” I kept my gaze forward.
“Why would he say that?” Tré was confused. “That doesn’t sound like the Billie I know.”
“Well...I kind of tried to...uhm...” I looked down. “I tried to get him to fuck me.”
Tré scooted away and looked at me with a look of disgust. “You know he’s with Adrienne! Why the fuck would you do that?!”
“I just needed someone, Tré...”
“What about the bet? Is that just completely forgotten now that we’re on tour?”
“I-I was just so lonely, Tré.”
“Gerard, I know that you can win this bet. I know that you can do it, just like you got clean in seventeen days. You’re better than this, you’re stronger...I’m so disappointed in you.” Tré stood and shook his head. “That was really slutty, Gerard.” I watched as he walked away. Tears blurred my vision and I looked at the ground. I knew he was right, I guess I really was a slut.
>>>

The next day I got a call from Lindsey, who told me that the court date for custody of Bandit would be the following day. We had a show on that day and told the guys that my baby girl was more important to me than not missing the show. They were pretty angry but understood, and I think they were also relieved to know I wouldn’t be fucking off with some guy. I told them that right after the court session I would be on my way to our next stop in Utah so I could be back for the next show.
I took a plane early the next morning back to Los Angeles, and I got into the courthouse only to be greeted by Lindsey and Keith. I rolled my eyes as they walked towards me. “So where’s Bandit? I thought ‘stepdad of the year’ would be watching her.” I said bitterly.
Lindsey chuckled. “She’s with my mother.”
I could only manage an annoyed ‘oh’ because I hated her mother more than I hated Keith.
“Long time no see, Gerard.” Keith smiled and held his hand out.
I sighed but reluctantly held mine out as well and he shook it. “Why are you even trying to be nice to me?” I asked.
Keith didn’t have time to answer as Lindsey lunged forward and hugged me tightly. “Umm...what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I was shocked and obviously didn’t return the embrace.
Lindsey smirked as she pulled away. “Just giving you a good luck hug!” She kissed me on the cheek and skipped away with Keith, who followed her like a puppy. I rubbed my cheek in disgust as I watched them both go into a room.
About ten minutes later it was time to go in. I straightened my tie as best I could; I had borrowed it from Billie Joe who surprisingly gave it to me without a problem. It wasn’t the best idea as it was all knotted and wrinkled, but it was obviously better than going in a band shirt and skinny jeans.
The session went pretty smooth, and I was surprised that Lindsey wasn’t lying about anything to steal my baby girl away from me. The judge leaned more onto Lindsey of course, since she was the woman.
Just when I thought that things were changing for the better, the show stopper came.
“Gerard Way is an unfit parent, who should not even be allowed to be near his daughter as he abuses her whenever she goes to visit him. I have reason to believe that it would be in his daughter’s best interest if he only had supervised visits with her.” Keith suddenly spoke up.
“Who are you to Miss. Ballato?” I was almost shocked to hear the judge use her maiden name.
“I am her fiancé, Keith Foster.” Oh, this day just kept getting better. Now they were engaged?!
“Mr. Foster, I must ask, is there proof of this abuse in which you accuse Mr. Way of?” The judge seemed very interested in Keith now.
There’s no proof! I wanted to scream, but didn’t. There was no proof, as I never laid a hand on Bandit, not once in my life. I would never hurt my own daughter like that. Hell, I wouldn’t even hurt Lindsey.
“There is an audio recording on his phone.” I was in complete shock as he held up my phone. I checked my pockets while thinking that it could not be possible that he had my actual phone. The pocket my phone had been in was completely empty, and I wanted to kick myself right then and there. Lindsey must have taken it when she hugged me.
“Play the audio recording.” The judge ordered.
Keith nodded and the recording was played. It was just a two second clip that was of Bandit screaming ‘daddy stop!’. That was not the full clip, and I was in complete fury that they had cut the audio to make it seem like that. Bandit had taken my phone to record herself singing and I walked in on her. The reason she screamed that was because she wanted me to stop telling her how good she sounded.
He shook his head and sounded disappointed as he spoke again, “Mr. Way is a sick person if he would record his own daughter’s struggle.”
The judge obviously was very intrigued by the audio recording and pushed on, “That is quite the recording, but there is not sufficient evidence of what you are accusing him of.”
“I believe that it is enough to show which parent should gain custody of Bandit, your honor.” Fuck, I wanted to smack Keith so hard.
The judge pondered for a bit, and then clapped the gavel down. “Lindsey Ballato has gained full custody of Bandit Lee Way and Gerard Way may only visit with his daughter if they are under supervision of a social worker.”
Lindsey smirked at me and I watched as they both left the court room. I rushed out after them and grabbed Lindsey by her arm. “Give me my fucking phone back!” I shouted.
She smirked and dropped it onto the floor. I watched in horror as it shattered and was close to tears as I bent to pick it up. I inspected the damage and it wasn’t too bad, it was still usable at least. I stood back up and glared at her through tears. “Why would you do this to me?!”
“Sorry, Gerard.” She smirked. “But when I want something I get it.”
“Cunt.” I wiped tears from my eyes.
Lindsey winked and walked away. I couldn’t stop myself from breaking down and I ran out of the courthouse. I waited for a taxi at the side of the road while wiping the tears viciously from my eyes. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. There was a hand in my shoulder and I spun around to see Keith. I glared and spat at him, “What the fuck do you want now?”
“Listen, Gerard. I’m really sorry.” He was shaky as he spoke.
“Fuck off.” I flagged down a taxi and got into it before he could speak to me again.
I got to the airport and waited for the flight to Utah. It was about a three hour wait so I decided to look around the shops. I was so tempted to go into the bar, but I didn’t. I knew that I couldn’t afford to get into anymore trouble because I wouldn’t be able to deal with the consequences.
I ended up buying a few comics to pass the time and before I knew it I was in the plane. I was lucky to have gotten a seat that was by the window because I liked to look out during the flight. An older man that smelled of alcohol sat beside me. He had greying brown hair and a beard that obviously had not been taken care of.
“I’m Richard.” He smiled at me and I could see that most of his teeth were rotting out.
“Gerard.” I forced a smile.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing going to Utah?” He asked.
“I play in a band and we have a show there.” I responded.
He chuckled and didn’t speak to me for the rest of the flight after that. I was relieved honestly, because I couldn’t take anymore crap from people.
The plane landed and I rushed out as fast as I possibly could. Planes scared the crap out of me and I’d be glad if I never went on one again. I dialed Mikey’s number and asked him if someone could pick me up. It was around eight o’clock when I finally saw Mike Dirnt pull up in his band manager’s car. I got in and looked at him. “Thank you so much for picking me up.” I smiled.
Mike nodded. “Don’t sweat it. No one else wanted to pick you up so I offered. I honestly can’t stand how mean they’re being to you, it’s so disrespectful.”
“Well I guess I do deserve it.” I responded.
“Anyway, how did the court go?”
I felt like crying again but forced myself not to. “I lost custody of Bandit...they accused me of abusing her. I can only visit her while supervised by a social worker.”
“Wow, man. I’m so sorry about that.” Mike said.
“It’s fine.” I sighed. “Just how it goes, I guess.
“Ah shit I gotta take this.” He groaned and looked down at his ringing phone.
“It’s okay.” I smiled.
Mike answered the call. “Hello?” He paused. “Oh, hi Brittney. What’s up?” His voice had a hint of disappointment in it. “Oh...” I could see that his eyes were glazing over as the call went on. When the call ended he furiously threw his phone to the back of the car.
“What was that?” I asked. “Everything okay?
Mike wiped his eyes and nodded. “Just my wife.”
“What did she say?”
“She just won’t let me forget anything stupid I’ve ever done, anything that I’ve ever screwed up on. She also sees another guy when I’m on tour because she’s ‘lonely’.” He explained while trying to keep his voice steady.
“My ex-wife used to do the same, except she never cheated on me.” I felt so bad for him. “I’m so sorry, Mike.”
“I just don’t want to talk about it.” He sighed and we remained silent.
When we got to the hotel I was immediately mobbed. Not by fans, but by Billie Joe, Tré, and my own band. They yelled at me for not being at the last show. Apparently they had gotten booed at and got tomatoes, water bottles, and a bunch of other shit thrown at them because I wasn’t there. It’s not like it was my fault, like I chose to go to court. Lindsey had made the court date purposely on our tour date so that I would be forced to leave.
I sighed and went into my hotel room. I was the only one who didn’t have a roommate because of ‘obvious’ reasons that Billie Joe reminded me of.
I decided to take my mind off of shit and did something to relieve my stress. I lay down on the bed and ran my hands across my chest. I could feel my pants getting tighter as I rubbed my nipples through my shirt. My hand found its way to my crotch and I bit my lip. I rubbed myself through my pants and I started to moan.
“God, that feels so good!” I whimpered.
Suddenly someone was on top of me and was kissing me roughly. I opened my eyes to see that the security guard - who was supposed to be stationed outside of my door - was the one who was on top of me. I tried to push him off but he pinned my arms down to the bed. “You think you can just fucking touch yourself while I’m outside of your door? Hmm? You think you can just tease me like that?” He spit in my face.
I shook my head. “I-I didn’t try to tease you!”
“Everyone knows that you’re a fucking whore Gerard, so I’m going to treat you like one! You should be enjoying this!” He yanked his pants down and ripped the clothes from my body. He entered me roughly without any preparation or lubrication and I screamed.
“Wait!” I pleaded.
“Shut up!” He growled and thrusted painfully in and out of me.
I started to cry as the pain increased. “P-please stop! I-I don’t want t-this!” I screamed for help but he clapped his hand over my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll beat you!” He growled and dug his fingernails into my cheek.
I shook as I stared into his guiltless eyes. My whole body hurt terribly as he kept thrusting, sharp pain shot through me as he applied pressure to my lower half. All of the sudden the pain stopped and I opened my eyes to see that he had been pulled off of me.
I forced myself to sit up despite being in pain and saw that Mike was there. He had the guard on the floor and was kicking his head. “You never touch him again! You hear me?!” He shouted at the guard.
I watched as the guard ran out of the room and I gazed through my tears at Mike. He looked over at me sadly and got on the bed with me. “Are you okay?” He asked.
I shook my head. “I-it hurts so bad.” I started to cry again and lay back down onto the bed.
“I know it hurts...but you’ll feel better if you’re cleaned up. Here, I’ll help you.” Mike lifted me off the bed and held me in his arms as he brought me to the bathroom. He helped me wash off and then got fresh pajamas for me.
Afterwards, we lay on the bed together while he held me. “T-thank you, Mike...” It was such a struggle to speak.
“Don’t thank me, Gerard. I’ll be here all night, okay? Just get some rest and don’t worry because I’ll protect you.” He kissed the back of my head.
I nodded and fell asleep.
xo,
H
It was already two days into the My Chemical Romance and Green Day tour and I had not even tried to make a move on one of the Green Day guys. I really wanted to, though. I could tell that Billie Joe was pressuring me, just by the way he dressed and how he looked at me. It worked well and I decided to throw the bet because I just couldn’t stand it. He was so damn hot.
“Billie Joe can we go to the bunks? I want to speak to you in private.” I smiled innocently.
“Sure, Gee!” He exclaimed and followed me into the bunks.
I grinned at his enthusiasm, I knew he wanted this as much as I did. I shut the door behind us and locked it. I turned to him and smirked while trying to look as seductive as possible.
“So uh, what do ya want to talk about?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“I know you want me.” I chuckled and pushed him gently against the wall. I pressed my lips to his neck only to be thrown back onto the other wall. I looked at him, confused as fuck. “What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Gerard?!” Billie Joe glared at me.
“I-I thought-”
He cut me off. “You thought that I wanted to fuck you, huh? Is that what this is? I should have known you wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the bet.”
“How do you know about the bet?” I was shocked.
“Mikey told me since he knew you would try this shit on me. Unlike you, I have a family and a beautiful wife who I love. I would never cheat on Adrienne for someone as trampy as you. You just think everyone wants you, don’t you? Well Gerard your wrong, not everyone wants to stick their dick up your asshole.” He spat at me.
I bit my lip. “Billie, I thought we were friends...”
“We are...or were. Until you clean up your act you’ll only be someone who sings with me on stage. I don’t approve of your lifestyle whatsoever, Gerard.” He turned and left me alone in the bunks.
I wiped some tears from my eyes and decided to go to Tré for consolation. I found him sitting against the bus while staring off into the distance.
“Hey.” I smiled and sat beside him.
“Hey, Gerard.” His voice was warm and inviting.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just thinking about stuff. I like having some time to myself.” He responded.
I sighed. “Mind if I join you?”
Tré shook his head and we both sat in silence for a bit. “So is everything okay?” He asked after a few minutes.
“Billie Joe called me a slut and told me that we aren’t friends anymore.” I kept my gaze forward.
“Why would he say that?” Tré was confused. “That doesn’t sound like the Billie I know.”
“Well...I kind of tried to...uhm...” I looked down. “I tried to get him to fuck me.”
Tré scooted away and looked at me with a look of disgust. “You know he’s with Adrienne! Why the fuck would you do that?!”
“I just needed someone, Tré...”
“What about the bet? Is that just completely forgotten now that we’re on tour?”
“I-I was just so lonely, Tré.”
“Gerard, I know that you can win this bet. I know that you can do it, just like you got clean in seventeen days. You’re better than this, you’re stronger...I’m so disappointed in you.” Tré stood and shook his head. “That was really slutty, Gerard.” I watched as he walked away. Tears blurred my vision and I looked at the ground. I knew he was right, I guess I really was a slut.
>>>

The next day I got a call from Lindsey, who told me that the court date for custody of Bandit would be the following day. We had a show on that day and told the guys that my baby girl was more important to me than not missing the show. They were pretty angry but understood, and I think they were also relieved to know I wouldn’t be fucking off with some guy. I told them that right after the court session I would be on my way to our next stop in Utah so I could be back for the next show.
I took a plane early the next morning back to Los Angeles, and I got into the courthouse only to be greeted by Lindsey and Keith. I rolled my eyes as they walked towards me. “So where’s Bandit? I thought ‘stepdad of the year’ would be watching her.” I said bitterly.
Lindsey chuckled. “She’s with my mother.”
I could only manage an annoyed ‘oh’ because I hated her mother more than I hated Keith.
“Long time no see, Gerard.” Keith smiled and held his hand out.
I sighed but reluctantly held mine out as well and he shook it. “Why are you even trying to be nice to me?” I asked.
Keith didn’t have time to answer as Lindsey lunged forward and hugged me tightly. “Umm...what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I was shocked and obviously didn’t return the embrace.
Lindsey smirked as she pulled away. “Just giving you a good luck hug!” She kissed me on the cheek and skipped away with Keith, who followed her like a puppy. I rubbed my cheek in disgust as I watched them both go into a room.
About ten minutes later it was time to go in. I straightened my tie as best I could; I had borrowed it from Billie Joe who surprisingly gave it to me without a problem. It wasn’t the best idea as it was all knotted and wrinkled, but it was obviously better than going in a band shirt and skinny jeans.
The session went pretty smooth, and I was surprised that Lindsey wasn’t lying about anything to steal my baby girl away from me. The judge leaned more onto Lindsey of course, since she was the woman.
Just when I thought that things were changing for the better, the show stopper came.
“Gerard Way is an unfit parent, who should not even be allowed to be near his daughter as he abuses her whenever she goes to visit him. I have reason to believe that it would be in his daughter’s best interest if he only had supervised visits with her.” Keith suddenly spoke up.
“Who are you to Miss. Ballato?” I was almost shocked to hear the judge use her maiden name.
“I am her fiancé, Keith Foster.” Oh, this day just kept getting better. Now they were engaged?!
“Mr. Foster, I must ask, is there proof of this abuse in which you accuse Mr. Way of?” The judge seemed very interested in Keith now.
There’s no proof! I wanted to scream, but didn’t. There was no proof, as I never laid a hand on Bandit, not once in my life. I would never hurt my own daughter like that. Hell, I wouldn’t even hurt Lindsey.
“There is an audio recording on his phone.” I was in complete shock as he held up my phone. I checked my pockets while thinking that it could not be possible that he had my actual phone. The pocket my phone had been in was completely empty, and I wanted to kick myself right then and there. Lindsey must have taken it when she hugged me.
“Play the audio recording.” The judge ordered.
Keith nodded and the recording was played. It was just a two second clip that was of Bandit screaming ‘daddy stop!’. That was not the full clip, and I was in complete fury that they had cut the audio to make it seem like that. Bandit had taken my phone to record herself singing and I walked in on her. The reason she screamed that was because she wanted me to stop telling her how good she sounded.
He shook his head and sounded disappointed as he spoke again, “Mr. Way is a sick person if he would record his own daughter’s struggle.”
The judge obviously was very intrigued by the audio recording and pushed on, “That is quite the recording, but there is not sufficient evidence of what you are accusing him of.”
“I believe that it is enough to show which parent should gain custody of Bandit, your honor.” Fuck, I wanted to smack Keith so hard.
The judge pondered for a bit, and then clapped the gavel down. “Lindsey Ballato has gained full custody of Bandit Lee Way and Gerard Way may only visit with his daughter if they are under supervision of a social worker.”
Lindsey smirked at me and I watched as they both left the court room. I rushed out after them and grabbed Lindsey by her arm. “Give me my fucking phone back!” I shouted.
She smirked and dropped it onto the floor. I watched in horror as it shattered and was close to tears as I bent to pick it up. I inspected the damage and it wasn’t too bad, it was still usable at least. I stood back up and glared at her through tears. “Why would you do this to me?!”
“Sorry, Gerard.” She smirked. “But when I want something I get it.”
“Cunt.” I wiped tears from my eyes.
Lindsey winked and walked away. I couldn’t stop myself from breaking down and I ran out of the courthouse. I waited for a taxi at the side of the road while wiping the tears viciously from my eyes. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. There was a hand in my shoulder and I spun around to see Keith. I glared and spat at him, “What the fuck do you want now?”
“Listen, Gerard. I’m really sorry.” He was shaky as he spoke.
“Fuck off.” I flagged down a taxi and got into it before he could speak to me again.
I got to the airport and waited for the flight to Utah. It was about a three hour wait so I decided to look around the shops. I was so tempted to go into the bar, but I didn’t. I knew that I couldn’t afford to get into anymore trouble because I wouldn’t be able to deal with the consequences.
I ended up buying a few comics to pass the time and before I knew it I was in the plane. I was lucky to have gotten a seat that was by the window because I liked to look out during the flight. An older man that smelled of alcohol sat beside me. He had greying brown hair and a beard that obviously had not been taken care of.
“I’m Richard.” He smiled at me and I could see that most of his teeth were rotting out.
“Gerard.” I forced a smile.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing going to Utah?” He asked.
“I play in a band and we have a show there.” I responded.
He chuckled and didn’t speak to me for the rest of the flight after that. I was relieved honestly, because I couldn’t take anymore crap from people.
The plane landed and I rushed out as fast as I possibly could. Planes scared the crap out of me and I’d be glad if I never went on one again. I dialed Mikey’s number and asked him if someone could pick me up. It was around eight o’clock when I finally saw Mike Dirnt pull up in his band manager’s car. I got in and looked at him. “Thank you so much for picking me up.” I smiled.
Mike nodded. “Don’t sweat it. No one else wanted to pick you up so I offered. I honestly can’t stand how mean they’re being to you, it’s so disrespectful.”
“Well I guess I do deserve it.” I responded.
“Anyway, how did the court go?”
I felt like crying again but forced myself not to. “I lost custody of Bandit...they accused me of abusing her. I can only visit her while supervised by a social worker.”
“Wow, man. I’m so sorry about that.” Mike said.
“It’s fine.” I sighed. “Just how it goes, I guess.
“Ah shit I gotta take this.” He groaned and looked down at his ringing phone.
“It’s okay.” I smiled.
Mike answered the call. “Hello?” He paused. “Oh, hi Brittney. What’s up?” His voice had a hint of disappointment in it. “Oh...” I could see that his eyes were glazing over as the call went on. When the call ended he furiously threw his phone to the back of the car.
“What was that?” I asked. “Everything okay?
Mike wiped his eyes and nodded. “Just my wife.”
“What did she say?”
“She just won’t let me forget anything stupid I’ve ever done, anything that I’ve ever screwed up on. She also sees another guy when I’m on tour because she’s ‘lonely’.” He explained while trying to keep his voice steady.
“My ex-wife used to do the same, except she never cheated on me.” I felt so bad for him. “I’m so sorry, Mike.”
“I just don’t want to talk about it.” He sighed and we remained silent.
When we got to the hotel I was immediately mobbed. Not by fans, but by Billie Joe, Tré, and my own band. They yelled at me for not being at the last show. Apparently they had gotten booed at and got tomatoes, water bottles, and a bunch of other shit thrown at them because I wasn’t there. It’s not like it was my fault, like I chose to go to court. Lindsey had made the court date purposely on our tour date so that I would be forced to leave.
I sighed and went into my hotel room. I was the only one who didn’t have a roommate because of ‘obvious’ reasons that Billie Joe reminded me of.
I decided to take my mind off of shit and did something to relieve my stress. I lay down on the bed and ran my hands across my chest. I could feel my pants getting tighter as I rubbed my nipples through my shirt. My hand found its way to my crotch and I bit my lip. I rubbed myself through my pants and I started to moan.
“God, that feels so good!” I whimpered.
Suddenly someone was on top of me and was kissing me roughly. I opened my eyes to see that the security guard - who was supposed to be stationed outside of my door - was the one who was on top of me. I tried to push him off but he pinned my arms down to the bed. “You think you can just fucking touch yourself while I’m outside of your door? Hmm? You think you can just tease me like that?” He spit in my face.
I shook my head. “I-I didn’t try to tease you!”
“Everyone knows that you’re a fucking whore Gerard, so I’m going to treat you like one! You should be enjoying this!” He yanked his pants down and ripped the clothes from my body. He entered me roughly without any preparation or lubrication and I screamed.
“Wait!” I pleaded.
“Shut up!” He growled and thrusted painfully in and out of me.
I started to cry as the pain increased. “P-please stop! I-I don’t want t-this!” I screamed for help but he clapped his hand over my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll beat you!” He growled and dug his fingernails into my cheek.
I shook as I stared into his guiltless eyes. My whole body hurt terribly as he kept thrusting, sharp pain shot through me as he applied pressure to my lower half. All of the sudden the pain stopped and I opened my eyes to see that he had been pulled off of me.
I forced myself to sit up despite being in pain and saw that Mike was there. He had the guard on the floor and was kicking his head. “You never touch him again! You hear me?!” He shouted at the guard.
I watched as the guard ran out of the room and I gazed through my tears at Mike. He looked over at me sadly and got on the bed with me. “Are you okay?” He asked.
I shook my head. “I-it hurts so bad.” I started to cry again and lay back down onto the bed.
“I know it hurts...but you’ll feel better if you’re cleaned up. Here, I’ll help you.” Mike lifted me off the bed and held me in his arms as he brought me to the bathroom. He helped me wash off and then got fresh pajamas for me.
Afterwards, we lay on the bed together while he held me. “T-thank you, Mike...” It was such a struggle to speak.
“Don’t thank me, Gerard. I’ll be here all night, okay? Just get some rest and don’t worry because I’ll protect you.” He kissed the back of my head.
I nodded and fell asleep.
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