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It seemed like forever until the bumping stopped and that we were on a normal road again.
My guess is that who ever kidnapped us didn't want to the van or truck to be checked before we crossed into another state.
Somehow, Frank, Mikey, Bob and Ray had fallen asleep. It was just me and Gerard still awake. I knew he was going to bring up my bruise again, but I didn't want to talk about it yet, if ever.
"Tina? You okay?" He asked softly. I gave a slow nod, but he wasn't convinced.
"I know Matt never gave you the bruise. Why did you lie?" I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I would cry if I did.
"I don't wanna talk about it right now." He gave up thankfully.
We sat in silence for a while longer. Not awkward, but not comfortable either. I was in my own world until Gerard's voice brought me back.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
I shrugged, "What do you wanna know?"
"I don't know, anything really." I sighed.
"Okay, my full name is Christina Louise Simpson, I'm eighteen years old and lived until recently with my mom and little brother Adam. My dad passed away nine months ago, and ever since then, my mom has treated me like shit. Anything else?" He shook his head.
"I know enough to know that your mom beats you." He stated bluntly. I looked at him shocked. I knew it was obvious, but I never thought it would say it so forward like that.
"I already said, I don't want to talk about it." I choked, tears coming to my eyes.
Gerard saw I was upset, and moved towards me and embraced me in a hug, I happily hugged back, breathing his scent of coffee and smoke.
He gently rubbed my back, and rocked me back and forward telling me everything was okay.
I wiped the tears away, and looked up to face Gerard. "So tell me a bit about yourself."
He loosened the hug a bit before speaking, "Gerard Arthur Way is my name, I'm 27 years old, I'm lead singer of MCR as you already know, I've had shit happen in my life a few times. I've recently got help and am now sober. Anything else?" I shook my head.
That's how it stayed for about twenty minutes, us holding each other, well more him holding me. I would tell him when I'm ready, as long as I know he wouldn't tell anyone else.
My guess is that who ever kidnapped us didn't want to the van or truck to be checked before we crossed into another state.
Somehow, Frank, Mikey, Bob and Ray had fallen asleep. It was just me and Gerard still awake. I knew he was going to bring up my bruise again, but I didn't want to talk about it yet, if ever.
"Tina? You okay?" He asked softly. I gave a slow nod, but he wasn't convinced.
"I know Matt never gave you the bruise. Why did you lie?" I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I would cry if I did.
"I don't wanna talk about it right now." He gave up thankfully.
We sat in silence for a while longer. Not awkward, but not comfortable either. I was in my own world until Gerard's voice brought me back.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
I shrugged, "What do you wanna know?"
"I don't know, anything really." I sighed.
"Okay, my full name is Christina Louise Simpson, I'm eighteen years old and lived until recently with my mom and little brother Adam. My dad passed away nine months ago, and ever since then, my mom has treated me like shit. Anything else?" He shook his head.
"I know enough to know that your mom beats you." He stated bluntly. I looked at him shocked. I knew it was obvious, but I never thought it would say it so forward like that.
"I already said, I don't want to talk about it." I choked, tears coming to my eyes.
Gerard saw I was upset, and moved towards me and embraced me in a hug, I happily hugged back, breathing his scent of coffee and smoke.
He gently rubbed my back, and rocked me back and forward telling me everything was okay.
I wiped the tears away, and looked up to face Gerard. "So tell me a bit about yourself."
He loosened the hug a bit before speaking, "Gerard Arthur Way is my name, I'm 27 years old, I'm lead singer of MCR as you already know, I've had shit happen in my life a few times. I've recently got help and am now sober. Anything else?" I shook my head.
That's how it stayed for about twenty minutes, us holding each other, well more him holding me. I would tell him when I'm ready, as long as I know he wouldn't tell anyone else.
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