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~ Chapter Three ~

I was crying so hard I couldn’t even breathe. I looked at Phillip, and, awkwardly, he was sober.
- Phil? What happened? – I asked, with my teary eyes staring at my drunken brother.
- He just got crazy, you know? I think it was the rush… The moment I saw him drinking, I stopped drinking myself, and tried to stop him: it was impossible… I’m so sorry, Cee – he answered me.
- It’s not your fault – I replied, still with a mad tone. I got closer to Brian, and he smiled and laughed for nothing.
- Brian… I can’t believe it… - I pulled my dress a little bit upper, and showed him the small cuts I had on my thighs. – You see this? This is what happens to me when other people hurt me… - Brian was a little bit more awaken.
- You crazy bitch… You’re showing off your thighs to everyone! – He said, laughing. I snapped him strongly, and he looked at me, even more awake. – What a fuck?
- You wanna see what you had just done to me? – I asked, and, without getting any answer, tried to get down on the ground, but Gerard was still holding me.
- Gerard, you better let her go, or you’re the one who’ll get hurt – Jacey said, coming to take him off of me.
I got on my knees, and picked up a big rock. There was an old car near, and I thrown the rock into the side glass, and it broke with a big noise.
- I broke you like a glass? – Brian said, laughing. He couldn’t get over the drink.
- No, asshole – I went to the broken glasses, and picked up the sharpest one. Gerard was coming to me, along as Jacey, but I looked at them so mad that they didn’t moved closer. I went to Brian’s front, again. – This is what you’ve done to me – I said, and cut all the way through my arm, until my elbow bending, making it bleed so hard Brian was shocked. – Now, keep this until you’re sober… ‘Cause then you’ll know this is your fault. I won’t let you forget it… - I gave him the glass, and he took it in his hand, along with a lot of my blood.
He looked at the glass and laughed a bit, stupid. I cried even more.
- Fuck you, Brian, ‘cause now, you’re not my brother. You’re a piece of crap… No, now, you’re NOTHING! – I screamed, and started running away from there.
I was bleeding the shit out of me, but I didn’t even care. I just wanted to get Brian’s image out of my face. I couldn’t believe he was fucking drunk. We had a promise… We would heal each other… We would never ever drink. And there he was, drunk as my father was on the day he fucking died, killing my mom as well.
I started to feel a bit dizzy, but I wouldn’t stop until I was far far away from there. I needed to go away… I heard footsteps behind me, and pushed me further, starting to move my legs faster. The thing is: I couldn’t. I was really feeling bad, but I wouldn’t stop. The person behind me was getting closer. I got scared, and needed to stop, but I couldn’t. “Keep running” I thought to myself, and on the moment I thought that, ‘Sing’ from MCR came to my head, and I started to think about it so I wouldn’t think about the dizziness I was feeling.
Sing it out, boy you gotta see what tomorrow brings…
Sing it out, girl you gotta be what tomorrow needs…
Hell I do! Fuck, I was feeling really bad.
Keep running, keep running, keep running…
I fainted.

I woke up in somebody’s arms, but I really wasn’t totally recovered, I still felt like a piece of crap. I opened my eyes, and saw red hair floating around my face, and I knew it was Gerard.
- Put me down, I can walk – I said, but he laughed.
- Yeah, sure. Shut up; let me try to heal you, okay? – He replied.
- Whatever.
I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, I was feeling dizzy, but I was on a bed, and it wasn’t mine, for sure. I didn’t know if I should either scream or crawl away from there… I decided I would do none, since I wasn’t feeling strong enough to fight the ‘someone’ who was ‘arresting’ me. At least, I was pretty sure I was arrested. I turned to my left side, sighing.
- You’re awake! – I heard someone say, and I realized it was Gerard.
- Oh, it’s you – I said, calmly and looking uninterested.
- So excited – he said, sarcastically. – I thought I’d gotten into you, last night.
- Last night? What time is it? – I asked, trying to get up, but I had no success, I was still very weak.
- Hum, ten in the morning… But, please, don’t change the subject – he asked, coldly. – I thought we had some kind of connection…
I was still with my eyes closed, but when he said that, I opened them, trying to decode his words, trying to see if he just wanted sex or if he wanted more than that; what I saw torn me apart: his gorgeous hazel eyes were staring at my hands, and I could see the water below them, which made me sad. He was controlling himself to cry low, so I wouldn’t hear him, unaware of the fact I was looking at him. I got my hand up, willing to touch his face, but my arm had no strength to stay up for a second.
Gerard looked at me, seeing that I was finally looking at him. He whipped away his own tears, trying to hide the fact he was crying, even when he knew I already did.
- I can’t stand to see you cry – I said, trying to move forwards him, but I couldn’t. – Could you get closer to me, please?
He got closer, slowly, which was pissing me off. When he was close enough, I made a slight move, which was enough to kiss him for two seconds; after that, my head fell back on the pillow.
- We didn’t have any connection last night – I stated, and he looked painfully at his hands. – We have a connection, which is different, silly boy.
He looked back at me, and I could see his eyes shining with happiness, like I never saw before. He got close to me again, and kissed me gently. Then, my tongue made its way to the inside of his mouth, and his tongue did the same into mine. The kiss was heating up, but, for much I wanted, I couldn’t keep it. I forced my arm to get up, and slightly push him away.
- What’s up, babe? – He asked, worried and sad.
- I’m too weak… Something to eat would made a huge difference, you know, babe? – I said, smiling to him.
- Whatever you want – he replied, and got out of the room.
I took the time he was out to examine the room around me. It was dark and almost empty. The window had a slight overture, so the sun light would pass, but not too much. The only stuff inside the room was two bags, a bed and a freaky drawing on the wall. I analyzed it, and realized it was a dead girl. That should probably scare me, but I wasn’t scared, I was amazed at the details of the drawing; the people who had drawn that had a lot of talent! And, besides, it looked pretty colorful, comparing to the black walls.
Without me noticing, Gerard got back.
- So, scared already? – He said when he saw me looking at the drawing. He put the board with the food on the bed, beside me, and sat down behind it. I was still looking at the drawing.
- Actually, no. I don’t know who drawn this, but this is fucking amazing! – I stated, and he laughed, which made me smile while looking at him. – You’re giggles are so cute.
He flushed, but kept laughing.
- You know, I’m the one who drawn that – he admitted, smiling at me.
- Really? Believe me, if you weren’t so successful in music, you’d be very successful at arts – I told him, while he grabbed one of the toasts he brought, and making its way to my mouth.
- Yeah, I don’t believe people would buy something so dark, if you know what I mean – he told me, while feeding me; he was so nice to me.
- I would – I said, with my mouth full of food, which made him laugh.
- Eat first, we’ll take later, babe – he said, and I nodded.
He kept giving me toasts, and I was loving it. I felt my strength was back, but I let him feed me. After I had eaten all the toasts, he was just about to give me some juice, but I decided that was too dangerous.
- I’ll handle it – I replied, laughing, and took the glass in my hand.
I drank most of the juice, and he drank the rest; but, to me, it seemed he was still thirsty.
- You’re still thirsty, aren’t you, babe? – I asked, worried. He looked at me with pervert eyes, and I could almost hear his thoughts.
- Yeah, but it’s not juice I want – he said, moving his eyebrows up and down, suggesting something I had already wanted.
I got up, and he looked disappointed, until I sit on his lap, with my legs opened, surrounding his waist. I kissed him deeply, and I could feel desire burn on my skin. He put his hands on my back, and I pushed him down on the bed, lying on the top of him. He picked me up and lied me on the bed, and started moving his hands around my thighs, trying to take my full-leg socks, but I picked them up, leading them to the back of my dress, so he would take it off; but when I did that, he stopped.
- You sure? – He asked, looking deep in my eyes, and I moved closer to him, until my lips were next to his ears.
- Fuck me – I whispered, and bit his earlobe; he seemed excited by that, ‘cause I felt something on my belly, that wasn’t supposed to be there.
He took off my dress, and then my socks. I took off his shirt, and then moved my hands to his jeans. He helped me unzipping his zipper, and we were both in our underwear. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but Gerard seemed to have experience. HE took off my bra, and started kissing, licking and biting my nipples, which made me moan. I could feel it; I was all wet. I needed him to get inside of me. He started getting lower on my body with his lips, but was massaging my breast with his hands, so I wouldn’t have less pleasure than before. After that, e took one hand off my breasts, and took off my panties. I thought he was going to get upper on me, but he didn’t, and his hand never got back to my chest. I felt him inside of him, but it wasn’t his dick, it was his fingers. I was moaning, excited with all he was doing on me, but I needed more. Suddenly, his hand left my inside, and he put it on his mouth.
- Hum – he said, smiling and looking at me.
Then, he got lower and he kissed me private parts. Then, I felt his tongue inside of me, and I curved my torso. He felt that, and got out of my privates. He got upper on my body, and then I took his underwear off. He positioned, and, in the next second, he was inside of me. I never felt so amazing in my whole life. He had the strength and the length I needed inside my body. He was perfect for me; more than perfect, he completed me. Our bodies would fit each other’s perfectly, like we were made to be stuck together.
We both reached our climax, and, in that moment, I realized we weren’t wearing protection, what made his sperm flow into my body, willing to find an ovary. Hopefully it wouldn’t have that luck. Hopefully.
Gerard lied beside me, and I was hardly breathing, just like him.
- You’re the best girl I’ve fucked, ever! – He said, and I felt kinda offended.
- Oh, really? Then you can compare me to the next you’ll fuck – I said, getting up, taking a sheet to cover my body, but I was stopped by him, who stopped in front of me.
- Hey! I didn’t mean it that way… I was just saying sex with you is the best I ever had – he replied, trying to correct himself so I would understand perfectly.
I took a deep breath, and then looked at him.
- For me that wasn’t ‘having sex’ – I told him, and he looked hurt. – It was ‘making love’ to you, because, despite of all the pleasure you gave me, my heart was pumping more than my hormones… I just hoped it had been the same to you.
I sat on the bed, and hid my face on my hands, crying slightly.
- Babe, of course it was the same to me, too. Well, I mean, you’re the only girl who had ever hit me so hard – he said, and I looked at him confused. – On my heart. You hit me right on my heart, when you sang ‘my lost romance’, last night. It was just… amazing. And, today, I felt better than ever, when making love to you.
When he said that, I looked through my fingers at him, and saw him smiling at me. He was gorgeous, and he was sweet. How could I get better? I couldn’t. I was sure we were made for each other. I was about to tell him how I felt about all that, when we both heard his phone ringing.
I find the will of living,
Knowing I will die.
I find the will of fighting,
Knowing I won’t cry.
I laughed, when I realized it was one of my band’s song. “Burns You All”; it was one of my favorites. He went to his phone, and picked it up.
- Hey, Mikey – he said, and I grabbed that opportunity to get dressed.
- Yep, yeah, okay. Mikey, I’m the older one, remember? Yeah, okay. Don’t worry, we’ll be there on time! – He said, trying to tranquilize his brother. Then, he whispered something I couldn’t understand, and he smiled. – See ya, bro.
He hung up, and put it down, while talking to me.
- Well, we’re better get dress… - he was saying, until he looked at me and saw me dressed and smiling.
- I think faster than you – I said, pocking him, and he laughed in my face.
- Oh, really? You really think that? – He replied, still laughing. I couldn’t help but laugh along, his giggles were beautiful.
- Actually, I do – I answered to him, while he was dressing up.
He came over to me, only on his jeans, and put me on the bed, biting my neck.
- Hum, don’t do that, or I’m forced to do something to you too – I said, while laughing.
- Hum, really? – He asked, and attacked mu neck again.
I was still laughing, but I grabbed his hair and pulled his hair back, getting him away from my neck. He voluntarily moved away, but then got his head down again, now on my lips.
We kissed for a while, and when he was moving his hands on my thigh, we heard a knock on the door.
- Fuck! I totally forgot Frank was going to pick us up! – He said, getting up and quickly dressing his t-shirt, while I got up, laughing at him.
- You’re laughing at me again, aren’t you? – He asked, tying his sneakers.
- Yep. But I’ll control… Don’t worry – I said, stopping my giggles.
- Yeah, alright… Just pick your bag, babe. We need to get on the road – he told me, grabbing my hand, his jacket and his bag. I grabbed mine, and we left the room, going towards the front door.
When we got there, Frank was leaning on the wall, looking bored.
- Oh, gosh, I thought you had already finished when Mikey called; I never thought he had interrupted you! – He said, laughing slightly, and walking into the car.
- What? – I asked, confused.
- Well, you took so long, I guess you must’ve been finishing what you’ve started… You know what I mean – he replied, and I could see the dirty look on his face.
- Oh, gosh, you’re such a perv! – I replied, laughing.
- Yeah, totally agreeing – Gee said, and I laughed harder.
- Yeah, you don’t have much to say, you’re not less of a perv than he is – I told him, and Frank started laughing, too.
- You didn’t complain, last night! – He replied laughing, and I flushed; Frank laughed even harder, while starting the car.
- Yeah, fine, whatever.