Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Just Kiss Me You Fool
I grabbed my stuff and ran in the direction of Gerard's screams. All over the bathroom was blood, on the floor, on the wall, on the mirrors.
"Who could have done this?" Gerard asked, falling to the ground,resting his hands in hands.
"Who would want to torment us so badly that they would try and scare the living shit out of us?" I had a pretty good idea that it was my father trying to get back at me for moving out. I wasn't completely sure and I knew I could just accuse him.
"Maybe we should go to the police," I suggested, sitting down beside him in the blood and wrapping my arms around him.
"No Frankie. I don't think it's safe that you live with me here anymore." I felt the sting of tears trickle down my cheek and the feeling of my heart breaking into a million pieces.
"Don't say that Gerard Arthur Way. I love you more then a thirteen boy should. Please just calm down and let's talk this over calmly."
I helped him up and helped him gather his clothes and walked him into the living room, which we were now calling the confrence room.
"What can we do Frankie. I don't know who did this or what they are capiable of. What if they are a rapiest?" I sat down beside him and started.
"I don't think it's a rapiest. I think we are dealing with my angry dad." He stared at me before slamming his hands down on his bare leg.
"I don't think I can do this." It really did scare me to see him like this.
"We should move. If all else fails Frankie, I'm going to have to give you back to your father." That tore me worse then a wrecking ball near a beloved building. What would happen if I could't live with Gerard anymore?
"I'm going to start looking for an ad for a new home. I want you to pack your things. There are some bags in the hall closet," and with that he left without saying goodbye.
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Gerard came home drunk last night. He didn't do any harm to me but he looked like he could have. I was sitting in the back room of the house when he came in, his eyes dialated and his scale looked pale white.
"Hey Gerard." I started. "How are you?" He looked at me bitterly, before turning around and heading into the other room. A part of me wanted to call Mikey and see if he this was normal. Maybe he should come and stay the night. I heard the sound of glass smashing from the bathroom. What the hell is going on now?
"Who could have done this?" Gerard asked, falling to the ground,resting his hands in hands.
"Who would want to torment us so badly that they would try and scare the living shit out of us?" I had a pretty good idea that it was my father trying to get back at me for moving out. I wasn't completely sure and I knew I could just accuse him.
"Maybe we should go to the police," I suggested, sitting down beside him in the blood and wrapping my arms around him.
"No Frankie. I don't think it's safe that you live with me here anymore." I felt the sting of tears trickle down my cheek and the feeling of my heart breaking into a million pieces.
"Don't say that Gerard Arthur Way. I love you more then a thirteen boy should. Please just calm down and let's talk this over calmly."
I helped him up and helped him gather his clothes and walked him into the living room, which we were now calling the confrence room.
"What can we do Frankie. I don't know who did this or what they are capiable of. What if they are a rapiest?" I sat down beside him and started.
"I don't think it's a rapiest. I think we are dealing with my angry dad." He stared at me before slamming his hands down on his bare leg.
"I don't think I can do this." It really did scare me to see him like this.
"We should move. If all else fails Frankie, I'm going to have to give you back to your father." That tore me worse then a wrecking ball near a beloved building. What would happen if I could't live with Gerard anymore?
"I'm going to start looking for an ad for a new home. I want you to pack your things. There are some bags in the hall closet," and with that he left without saying goodbye.
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Gerard came home drunk last night. He didn't do any harm to me but he looked like he could have. I was sitting in the back room of the house when he came in, his eyes dialated and his scale looked pale white.
"Hey Gerard." I started. "How are you?" He looked at me bitterly, before turning around and heading into the other room. A part of me wanted to call Mikey and see if he this was normal. Maybe he should come and stay the night. I heard the sound of glass smashing from the bathroom. What the hell is going on now?
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