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“Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty ‘er self.” Lyra heard someone chuckle darkly. She sat straight up and looked around. Sitting straight in front of her, his hands on her legs, was Gerard Way.
“Gerard…” She squinted. To her left she felt a slight pressure on the mattress. She looked and saw Katie Rae. Katie smiled pleasantly at her. Lyra thought to look down at herself. Of course she’d been stripped of her clothing; nothing but her underwear. She licked her dry lips and looked around, then let her eyes fall back on his hands on her legs. She wanted to kick, but couldn’t find the will.
“Yes love, you remember me?” He said with an almost perfectly flawless sweet tone. The only contrast was the gleaming sneer that set his features on fire. She did remember him. Him and his brother… what was his name. Mikey, Mikey and Gerard Way, she recalled, licking her lips again. She turned back to him. Familiarity, yes, but hardly.
Gerard was undoubtedly a man. He had broad shoulders and ivory skin. A pointed nose and little teeth, captivating eyes and long, thick lashes. Inky black hair in a disarrayed fashion. Impossibly beautiful, she’d found herself admitting. The Gerard she remembered was a boy, pudgy and timid. She remembered the day they met perfectly.
“Lyra Jane, you play with that boy!” her mother called to her from her car window before the old thing screeched down the street. She slowly turned on her heel back toward her grandmother, his grandmother, and him. Lyra remembered nervously tugging on a lock of her pale hair. The chubby boy tried obviously not to make her feel more uncomfortable than she was, but failed miserably as he couldn’t help staring.
Gerard felt himself remembering too. He remembered her perfectly pleated black skirt, with argyle tights underneath. He remembered the silver buckles on her shoes, the buttons on her coat. The flush in her cheeks, both from the embarrassment of the situation and the chill of the autumn air. He remembered her bright blond hair fanning out behind her. He remembered her lips, always pouted naturally, and how badly even young he’d longed to feel them against his. Childishly he’d concluded that Lyra was indeed his first childhood crush, and his smirk deepened.
“Lyra, this is auntie Elena’s grandson, Gerard.” Lyra didn’t say anything, just pulled on her hair. Lyra’s grandma gave up and sauntered back into the house. She sat down at the table with Elena and sipped her tea, her long wiry fingers tapping on the glass. Lyra swallowed and turned back to Gerard. He stared back at her, his expression visibly the same degree of embarrassment.
She thought about her brothers, Ivan who was fourteen, and Draven who was ten. She envied them greatly. How unfair it seemed now that Lyra’s grandmother had them clean the attic while she was stuck in the yard ‘playing’ with a wide eyed fat kid that couldn’t manage to do anything but gawk at her. Her knees clamped together and her arms crossed over her chest without her realizing it.
She remembered the crunch of the leaves under her feet as she walked over to lawn chair and sat down. She saw a five year old Mikey running through the tall, unkempt grass that her brothers were to tend to later on. Lyra watched him trip and fall on his bottom, shake his head around and get up again. He looked so content, and she felt herself envy him as well. How envious she was today.
It was hard to believe what Lyra’s grandmother had told her about Mikey as she watched him now. Grandma assumed that Lyra wouldn’t understand the technical term (which she’d found she couldn’t remember now), and had simply told her Mikey’s brain wouldn’t develop; that he’d always remain a few years younger mentally than physically.
Lyra’s thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling scream coming from down stairs. She looked at Gerard, and for the first time since she’d arrived he wasn’t looking at her. His head was tipped upward, so were his eyes. He rolled them back toward her, then positioned his neck forward. Then he stood up.
“Stupid, stupid girl!” She heard Mikey shout at Armeena. The dark haired girl stared fearfully at Gerard as he came down the stairs, but her expression changed when she saw Lyra. It turned venomous, furious, much like Gerard’s was as he glared at her. Gerard’s pace quickened as he met her the rest of the way. The next thing they heard was a loud smack and then silence.
Lyra’s eyes followed Meena’s figure as she hit the floor with a thud. All that could be heard now was Gerard’s deep breathing and Armeena’s cries, muffled by the floor. Mikey stared at her angrily. Katie ran to Armeena and fell to the floor next to her. Lyra backed up and stared at the twisted formation of this dysfunctional family.
Gerard spun around to look at her. His expression was different. He walked back toward her. She backed up some more. He raised his hand the same way he had with Armeena, but lowered it slowly and lightly toward her cheek. He rested it there and closed one of her eyes with his thumb. The other closed as well and then she felt his lips against hers.
Armeena gazed up at them from the wooden floor. Katie looked too. She crumpled back to the floor, her sobs breaking through louder.
“Hush, Meena, stop please.” Katie begged from beside her, trying not to look back at Lyra. Mikey gawked at them. He’d never seen Gerard kiss anyone but Meena, and occasionally Katie, and especially not with that degree of intensity. He couldn’t help but glance back at the crumpled formation of a broken girl on the floor.
Lyra felt the quick ‘shwoop, shwoop, shwoop’ of the air leaving her lungs. She stood frozen, not reacting in the slightest. She felt his finger tips on her cheeks, his body against hers. Her eyes flashed open when she heard two pairs of footsteps heading up the stairs. She didn’t want to be left alone with the two brothers.
“We have a lot to catch up on, Little Miss Lyra.” he breathed hotly into her ear, and then she felt his hand inching down her body. Her eyes squeezed shut again as she found the will to slowly breath again. To move her finger tips. To bite her lip. To open her eyes.
To run.
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Oh goodness gracious I had no idea what kind of reaction this would get! This chapter has been rewritten!
Thank you soooo much for the reviews, I love you.
“Gerard…” She squinted. To her left she felt a slight pressure on the mattress. She looked and saw Katie Rae. Katie smiled pleasantly at her. Lyra thought to look down at herself. Of course she’d been stripped of her clothing; nothing but her underwear. She licked her dry lips and looked around, then let her eyes fall back on his hands on her legs. She wanted to kick, but couldn’t find the will.
“Yes love, you remember me?” He said with an almost perfectly flawless sweet tone. The only contrast was the gleaming sneer that set his features on fire. She did remember him. Him and his brother… what was his name. Mikey, Mikey and Gerard Way, she recalled, licking her lips again. She turned back to him. Familiarity, yes, but hardly.
Gerard was undoubtedly a man. He had broad shoulders and ivory skin. A pointed nose and little teeth, captivating eyes and long, thick lashes. Inky black hair in a disarrayed fashion. Impossibly beautiful, she’d found herself admitting. The Gerard she remembered was a boy, pudgy and timid. She remembered the day they met perfectly.
“Lyra Jane, you play with that boy!” her mother called to her from her car window before the old thing screeched down the street. She slowly turned on her heel back toward her grandmother, his grandmother, and him. Lyra remembered nervously tugging on a lock of her pale hair. The chubby boy tried obviously not to make her feel more uncomfortable than she was, but failed miserably as he couldn’t help staring.
Gerard felt himself remembering too. He remembered her perfectly pleated black skirt, with argyle tights underneath. He remembered the silver buckles on her shoes, the buttons on her coat. The flush in her cheeks, both from the embarrassment of the situation and the chill of the autumn air. He remembered her bright blond hair fanning out behind her. He remembered her lips, always pouted naturally, and how badly even young he’d longed to feel them against his. Childishly he’d concluded that Lyra was indeed his first childhood crush, and his smirk deepened.
“Lyra, this is auntie Elena’s grandson, Gerard.” Lyra didn’t say anything, just pulled on her hair. Lyra’s grandma gave up and sauntered back into the house. She sat down at the table with Elena and sipped her tea, her long wiry fingers tapping on the glass. Lyra swallowed and turned back to Gerard. He stared back at her, his expression visibly the same degree of embarrassment.
She thought about her brothers, Ivan who was fourteen, and Draven who was ten. She envied them greatly. How unfair it seemed now that Lyra’s grandmother had them clean the attic while she was stuck in the yard ‘playing’ with a wide eyed fat kid that couldn’t manage to do anything but gawk at her. Her knees clamped together and her arms crossed over her chest without her realizing it.
She remembered the crunch of the leaves under her feet as she walked over to lawn chair and sat down. She saw a five year old Mikey running through the tall, unkempt grass that her brothers were to tend to later on. Lyra watched him trip and fall on his bottom, shake his head around and get up again. He looked so content, and she felt herself envy him as well. How envious she was today.
It was hard to believe what Lyra’s grandmother had told her about Mikey as she watched him now. Grandma assumed that Lyra wouldn’t understand the technical term (which she’d found she couldn’t remember now), and had simply told her Mikey’s brain wouldn’t develop; that he’d always remain a few years younger mentally than physically.
Lyra’s thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling scream coming from down stairs. She looked at Gerard, and for the first time since she’d arrived he wasn’t looking at her. His head was tipped upward, so were his eyes. He rolled them back toward her, then positioned his neck forward. Then he stood up.
“Stupid, stupid girl!” She heard Mikey shout at Armeena. The dark haired girl stared fearfully at Gerard as he came down the stairs, but her expression changed when she saw Lyra. It turned venomous, furious, much like Gerard’s was as he glared at her. Gerard’s pace quickened as he met her the rest of the way. The next thing they heard was a loud smack and then silence.
Lyra’s eyes followed Meena’s figure as she hit the floor with a thud. All that could be heard now was Gerard’s deep breathing and Armeena’s cries, muffled by the floor. Mikey stared at her angrily. Katie ran to Armeena and fell to the floor next to her. Lyra backed up and stared at the twisted formation of this dysfunctional family.
Gerard spun around to look at her. His expression was different. He walked back toward her. She backed up some more. He raised his hand the same way he had with Armeena, but lowered it slowly and lightly toward her cheek. He rested it there and closed one of her eyes with his thumb. The other closed as well and then she felt his lips against hers.
Armeena gazed up at them from the wooden floor. Katie looked too. She crumpled back to the floor, her sobs breaking through louder.
“Hush, Meena, stop please.” Katie begged from beside her, trying not to look back at Lyra. Mikey gawked at them. He’d never seen Gerard kiss anyone but Meena, and occasionally Katie, and especially not with that degree of intensity. He couldn’t help but glance back at the crumpled formation of a broken girl on the floor.
Lyra felt the quick ‘shwoop, shwoop, shwoop’ of the air leaving her lungs. She stood frozen, not reacting in the slightest. She felt his finger tips on her cheeks, his body against hers. Her eyes flashed open when she heard two pairs of footsteps heading up the stairs. She didn’t want to be left alone with the two brothers.
“We have a lot to catch up on, Little Miss Lyra.” he breathed hotly into her ear, and then she felt his hand inching down her body. Her eyes squeezed shut again as she found the will to slowly breath again. To move her finger tips. To bite her lip. To open her eyes.
To run.
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Oh goodness gracious I had no idea what kind of reaction this would get! This chapter has been rewritten!
Thank you soooo much for the reviews, I love you.
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