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A few days past and living with Gee became a lot easier. I still wanted to lick his face, but it was easier to hide it from Nixon.
Gee and I were sitting on the couch while Nixon made us some lunch, he was always a better cook than me, and I think he wanted me and Gee to have more “alone time”. We were just talking about music, movies, the usual stuff.
“So, uh, do you mind telling me about your past? Nix’s told me about the whole lyric thing, but he didn’t really say why; I know what you tried to do, but I just wanna know why. You don’t have to, I’m just curious.” He asked, turning a bit more towards me and putting his leg up on the couch.
“Um, yeah sure, I don’t mind that much; I’ve just never told anyone other than Nixie. He told me you wanted to find out more about it, so yeah I suppose.” I trailed off.
“Are you sure? Because you totally don’t have to.” He reached out and put his hand over mine, and rubbed it with his thumb. I shivered at the slight touch.
“Y-Yeah its fine, um, where should I start? What don’t you already know?”
“Umm, well, what drove you into that depression? He said you had some problems with your Step-dad, and that’s why you’re staying here, but like, what happened? If you don’t mind telling me?” he’s so cute when he’s worried. NO Roxy, stop thinking like that, yes, he’s hot, but you want to get to know him!
“Um, yeah, of course don’t worry its fine. Err, well, my Parents are divorced, I don’t ever see my Dad, and my Mum married pretty quick after, so I have a Step-Dad, and, well, he was an Alcoholic, so whenever he would get very drunk, or just sick of me, he would lash out. I’ve always been different, but I guess he just really didn’t like it, he would call me names and beat me,” Gerard’s grip on my hand tightened and he shuffled closer to me, he pulled my legs over so they were over his lap and rested his hand on my knee. It wasn’t exactly sexual, just comforting. “It was pretty much the same at school; I would get called names and was picked on a lot. But it once again all became a lot more physical, I would get beaten up at least once a day. When I got home my Step-dad would pick on me even more, blame me for my injuries, he’d tell me I deserved them, every last punch. That’s why I started staying here more often, to get away from him, but he would just beat me twice as hard when I got back. The beating at school got a hell of a lot worse because they saw I wasn’t responding, I suppose I should have. But I’m just not a fighter. Well, I am with Nixon. He’s my bitch, but anyone else and it’s just wrong. So it got worse, I taught myself to ignore the pain and just let them get on with it. Soon I learn that I was enjoying the pain they were giving me, I would get home at night, only to get hit even more by my Step-dad, and once again I’d enjoy it. It became a sickness.
“One day He sent my mum out to get him more booze and followed me to my room, he beat me again, he took of all my dark clothes me, ripped out my piercings and spat on me, said I was filth. After that, he, he…” I was now in tears; my insides hurt, memories flooded back to me and all I felt was pain, physically and emotionally. Gee pulled me to him and I cried silently in his arms. He was so warm, I fit against his torso perfectly, and I felt safe.
“He raped me Gee.” I whispered up to him, looking up at him.
He pulled my head back to his chest and held on to me, he just shushed me and rocked my gently as I drained my heart of emotion, it was becoming a more regular thing.
It didn’t take long to regain composure in his arms, I felt so safe there, like I belonged.
“It’s ok; I can guess the rest, you don’t have to worry about any of that shit anymore, Nix said he’s gone now. He’s a disgusting Grimy man, and he’s doing his time. Filthy barstard will never hurt you ever again, I promise.”
I felt him clench up with anger.
“Thank you.” I whispered, not even sure I herd it myself.
“Don’t worry sugar; I’ll never let anything like that happen again. You’re gonna be safe from now on.” I wasn’t so sure in his words, seeing as he is only around for a few more days, but I felt safe knowing he cared that much.
The rest of the day was fine, me and Gee talked some more, about his past, about his depression, and his drug and alcohol dependency, I felt safe knowing that we both had problems we could talk about with each other.
The rest of the week went along the same lines; we all hung out and had a good time.
Soon Friday came again, the day of Gerard’s show, also the last day he would be around, I was really sad about it, and he caught on.
“You know. if you’re really that sad about it, you can always come with me. You don’t like your job anyway.” He told me as he drove us to the venue, we had decided to come along and hang out for the sound check.
My face lit up.
“Really? Are you sure? Are you aloud to do that? “
“Sugar, it’s my fuckin’ band, I can do what I want, and I want to have you with me.” He moved his hand over to rest on mine while he paid attention to the road. “It’s not that far if you decide to come home, and I would love to have you there, I still want to get to know you better, you intrigue me.” He told me, smiling, still watching the road.
I didn’t know what to say back to that. I intrigue him? I’m not that interesting. My mind went back to the original Question though.
“I’d love to come with you, but are you are you sure I can? Will there be room for me? What about sleepy head back there?” I gestured to Nixon’s sleeping mass sprawled across the back seat.
“There is plenty of room for you; the boys normally bring their girls anyway, but seeing as I don’t have one, there will be a spare bunk. As for Sir Snooze-alot back there” he nudged his head towards Nixon, “I don’t think Jamia is coming, seeing as she just had the twins and all, she can’t do buses, so there will be another spare bunk, if he wants to come.”
This was crazy, one day I have a boring shitty life with a dead end job, the next me and my best friend are going on tour with My Chemical Romance! This was way too much, there had to be a catch.
We woke up snoozey and he agreed franticly. Soon we were at the venue and got everything set up, after a couple of hours everything was done and we had time to relax, it was the first time I got to meet the rest of the band.
“Ray, Frank, Mikey, Bob, this is Roxy and Nixon, my little brother and his best friend.” Gee introduced with his hand to the right people.
Ray looked me over. “So YOU’RE the Roxy I here so much about on the pho-“Ray was interrupted by Gerard’s hand over the back of his fluffy head.
“Hey! It’s true!” his hair bounced back into its right place.
“Yeah! Just coz you ‘can’t stop thinki-“Frank’s attempted Gerard impression was ended by being hit over the back of the head also.
“Hey! Stop hitting people!” Mikey shouted, only to be met by Gerard hitting the back of his head as well. “I didn’t even say anything about you liki-” whack. Again.
“Dude, I’m not getting into this one….” Bob said as he walked away.
A burst of laughter came from the rest of the group, and I suppressed my giggles.
Gerard noticed this and walked towards me, he looked determined; he moved closer and backed me into the corner. His determined look, turned into a smirk. Shit, what is he planning?
Gee and I were sitting on the couch while Nixon made us some lunch, he was always a better cook than me, and I think he wanted me and Gee to have more “alone time”. We were just talking about music, movies, the usual stuff.
“So, uh, do you mind telling me about your past? Nix’s told me about the whole lyric thing, but he didn’t really say why; I know what you tried to do, but I just wanna know why. You don’t have to, I’m just curious.” He asked, turning a bit more towards me and putting his leg up on the couch.
“Um, yeah sure, I don’t mind that much; I’ve just never told anyone other than Nixie. He told me you wanted to find out more about it, so yeah I suppose.” I trailed off.
“Are you sure? Because you totally don’t have to.” He reached out and put his hand over mine, and rubbed it with his thumb. I shivered at the slight touch.
“Y-Yeah its fine, um, where should I start? What don’t you already know?”
“Umm, well, what drove you into that depression? He said you had some problems with your Step-dad, and that’s why you’re staying here, but like, what happened? If you don’t mind telling me?” he’s so cute when he’s worried. NO Roxy, stop thinking like that, yes, he’s hot, but you want to get to know him!
“Um, yeah, of course don’t worry its fine. Err, well, my Parents are divorced, I don’t ever see my Dad, and my Mum married pretty quick after, so I have a Step-Dad, and, well, he was an Alcoholic, so whenever he would get very drunk, or just sick of me, he would lash out. I’ve always been different, but I guess he just really didn’t like it, he would call me names and beat me,” Gerard’s grip on my hand tightened and he shuffled closer to me, he pulled my legs over so they were over his lap and rested his hand on my knee. It wasn’t exactly sexual, just comforting. “It was pretty much the same at school; I would get called names and was picked on a lot. But it once again all became a lot more physical, I would get beaten up at least once a day. When I got home my Step-dad would pick on me even more, blame me for my injuries, he’d tell me I deserved them, every last punch. That’s why I started staying here more often, to get away from him, but he would just beat me twice as hard when I got back. The beating at school got a hell of a lot worse because they saw I wasn’t responding, I suppose I should have. But I’m just not a fighter. Well, I am with Nixon. He’s my bitch, but anyone else and it’s just wrong. So it got worse, I taught myself to ignore the pain and just let them get on with it. Soon I learn that I was enjoying the pain they were giving me, I would get home at night, only to get hit even more by my Step-dad, and once again I’d enjoy it. It became a sickness.
“One day He sent my mum out to get him more booze and followed me to my room, he beat me again, he took of all my dark clothes me, ripped out my piercings and spat on me, said I was filth. After that, he, he…” I was now in tears; my insides hurt, memories flooded back to me and all I felt was pain, physically and emotionally. Gee pulled me to him and I cried silently in his arms. He was so warm, I fit against his torso perfectly, and I felt safe.
“He raped me Gee.” I whispered up to him, looking up at him.
He pulled my head back to his chest and held on to me, he just shushed me and rocked my gently as I drained my heart of emotion, it was becoming a more regular thing.
It didn’t take long to regain composure in his arms, I felt so safe there, like I belonged.
“It’s ok; I can guess the rest, you don’t have to worry about any of that shit anymore, Nix said he’s gone now. He’s a disgusting Grimy man, and he’s doing his time. Filthy barstard will never hurt you ever again, I promise.”
I felt him clench up with anger.
“Thank you.” I whispered, not even sure I herd it myself.
“Don’t worry sugar; I’ll never let anything like that happen again. You’re gonna be safe from now on.” I wasn’t so sure in his words, seeing as he is only around for a few more days, but I felt safe knowing he cared that much.
The rest of the day was fine, me and Gee talked some more, about his past, about his depression, and his drug and alcohol dependency, I felt safe knowing that we both had problems we could talk about with each other.
The rest of the week went along the same lines; we all hung out and had a good time.
Soon Friday came again, the day of Gerard’s show, also the last day he would be around, I was really sad about it, and he caught on.
“You know. if you’re really that sad about it, you can always come with me. You don’t like your job anyway.” He told me as he drove us to the venue, we had decided to come along and hang out for the sound check.
My face lit up.
“Really? Are you sure? Are you aloud to do that? “
“Sugar, it’s my fuckin’ band, I can do what I want, and I want to have you with me.” He moved his hand over to rest on mine while he paid attention to the road. “It’s not that far if you decide to come home, and I would love to have you there, I still want to get to know you better, you intrigue me.” He told me, smiling, still watching the road.
I didn’t know what to say back to that. I intrigue him? I’m not that interesting. My mind went back to the original Question though.
“I’d love to come with you, but are you are you sure I can? Will there be room for me? What about sleepy head back there?” I gestured to Nixon’s sleeping mass sprawled across the back seat.
“There is plenty of room for you; the boys normally bring their girls anyway, but seeing as I don’t have one, there will be a spare bunk. As for Sir Snooze-alot back there” he nudged his head towards Nixon, “I don’t think Jamia is coming, seeing as she just had the twins and all, she can’t do buses, so there will be another spare bunk, if he wants to come.”
This was crazy, one day I have a boring shitty life with a dead end job, the next me and my best friend are going on tour with My Chemical Romance! This was way too much, there had to be a catch.
We woke up snoozey and he agreed franticly. Soon we were at the venue and got everything set up, after a couple of hours everything was done and we had time to relax, it was the first time I got to meet the rest of the band.
“Ray, Frank, Mikey, Bob, this is Roxy and Nixon, my little brother and his best friend.” Gee introduced with his hand to the right people.
Ray looked me over. “So YOU’RE the Roxy I here so much about on the pho-“Ray was interrupted by Gerard’s hand over the back of his fluffy head.
“Hey! It’s true!” his hair bounced back into its right place.
“Yeah! Just coz you ‘can’t stop thinki-“Frank’s attempted Gerard impression was ended by being hit over the back of the head also.
“Hey! Stop hitting people!” Mikey shouted, only to be met by Gerard hitting the back of his head as well. “I didn’t even say anything about you liki-” whack. Again.
“Dude, I’m not getting into this one….” Bob said as he walked away.
A burst of laughter came from the rest of the group, and I suppressed my giggles.
Gerard noticed this and walked towards me, he looked determined; he moved closer and backed me into the corner. His determined look, turned into a smirk. Shit, what is he planning?
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