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“Gee?” Mikey asked coming through the door. “Oh, GeeGee, what happened?” Mikey asked, hugging me tight against him.
“Nothing Mikey, I’m fine.” I muttered, trying to stop crying.
“Oh God!” I heard Ray gasp from the door when he saw the scene. I started crying heavier, why did bad things always happen to me? Was I a bad person? Had I done something evil?
“Oh baby!” I heard Frankie cry and he rushed over to me, and Mikey handed me over to him. He held me against his chest on his lap and he rested against the wall, stroking his hands through my hair.
“What happened, Gee? Who hurt you? Who did this to you?” Frank asked softly, rocking me in his arms.
“I don’t know who he was, but he was being nice and then h-he brought me up here. Then he kept kissing me and I didn’t want him too, he called me pretty Frankie. I’m not pretty, nowhere near.” I spat, my chest heaving as I cried. “He kept grabbing my-my chest. It was horrible, I wanted him to stop but he w-wouldn’t. Then he-he tried to r-rape me and when he saw…what I am, he started beating me, calling me a freak and telling me I don’t deserve to live. It was almost as bad as the beatings Dad gave me.” I howled into Frank’s chest.
“Aw, Gee, nobody should have to go through what you’ve been through, not ever. He didn’t deserve you, and neither did your Dad. You’re amazing Gerard and you’ll always be beautiful to me.” Frankie whispered, his voice burning with honesty and conviction. I cried harder, straddling Frankie so I could hold onto him tighter. I didn’t care that my brother and my best friend were standing in the doorway, I didn’t care that I was only wearing my T-shirt and what I was could be seen by my brother and my best friends, I just wanted to feel safe. Frankie could give me that safety.
Around ten minutes later, and a lot of words of consolation, I had stopped my crying jag- but I was still clutching desperately onto Frankie.
“Oh, thank God you found him!” I heard Bob exclaim as he came into the room, Frankie was still rocking me and running his hands through my hair, but my tears had stopped around twenty minutes ago. I lifted my head up.
“H-hey Bob.” I spoke shakily. “Oh hell!” I exclaimed, realising that my brother and my three best friends had now seen my secret with their own eyes. Well that’s just great. “P-please stop looking at me.” I whispered and everyone looked away, Bob and Ray even snapped their hands over their eyes so they couldn’t see. I picked up my jeans and boxers and slipped them on.
“Okay, you can look at me now without your eyes burning and dropping out of your skull.” I muttered and made my way towards Ray’s bedroom door. I was stopped by Bob who picked me up and put me back on the bed, Ray locked the door and Frank held me in his arms.
“Now, Way. Why the hell do you think so little of yourself?” Bob asked me, the three of them joining me and Frankie on Ray’s large bed. I have never seen Bob care so much as then.
“Why do you think so much of me?” I spat back, and Bob looked shocked.
“Gee, why didn’t you tell me Dad was beating you?” Mikey asked, looking close to tears himself so I pulled him over and gave him a hug, letting him rest his head on my chest.
“I didn’t want you to know that the only man you look up to, the only man you ever wanted to be like when you grow up, I didn’t want you to know that he was beating up your big brother. Or sister as he called me.” I spat the last sentence.
“Oh, Gee… I look up to you! More than anything, more than I ever did to Dad! He shouldn’t have done that to you, you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve what that idiot decided to do to you tonight either.” Mikey mumbled into my chest.
“It’s better that bad things happen to me and not you though, Mikey. I couldn’t stand it is anything bad happened to you.” I told him and kissed his hair.
“Gee?”
“Yeah Mikes?” I asked.
“Um, your much more comfy without your, um, sports bra.” Mikey said and I burst out laughing, holding my already sore ribs and crying with howling laughter. No one else was laughing.
“Has he gone into shock?” Ray asked, sounding slightly worried.
“No, just gone mad.” Bob told him.
“There’s only so much a man can take before he turns into a homicidal maniac.” Mikey joked and I was laughing so hard I had to clutch my throat to try and get air as I shook with insane laughter.
“Prove their point more, why don’t you?” Frankie muttered sarcastically and I wheezed as I calmed back down.
“If they only just realised I’ve gone insane they’re worse off than me!” I squealed, finally coming down from my high of laughter though. “Seriously though, I’m sorry you all had to see me for what I really am- no doubt you’ll have nightmares so I’ll apologise in advance.” I said, but I gave a weak smile.
“You know, it wasn’t that bad actually, it didn’t look strange at all. Just…natural. It was kind of unique, which makes it… even more pretty.” Bob said with a straight face.
“Why, Mr.Bob, sir… Are you saying that you think my genitals are pretty?” I asked, smirking with a hand on my hip, though I was still lying down.
“I didn’t mean it like that! Its just, I don’t know! I mean, dude, you have all the organs my girlfriend had and then some…what’s not to like?” Bob stated, blushing slightly.
“That’s certainly a unique perspective Bob.” I told him, smirking like crazy.
“Seriously though Gerard, are you okay?” Ray asked and he put a hand on my shoulder.
“I think so, my ribs are a bit sore and nothing’s broken.” I smiled truthfully at him.
“How are…the girls?” Ray asked, glancing down at my chest, he always referred to my breasts as that, why, I may never know.
“I’m really not sure, I think he scratched pretty bad but I don’t think it made a mark.” I told him.
“Come on, Gee, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Frankie said and offered me his hand, which I gratefully took as he led me to the bathroom.
“You guys wait there!” He called as we walked in, he didn’t bother shutting the door behind us, it was clear the party had ended.



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Jackie