Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > The Way This Goes

Chapter 4

by mcrobsessed99 4 reviews

Gerard Way, humor, love, and beatings.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2011-09-28 - Updated: 2011-09-28 - 563 words

1Original
Gerard Way.
“Hey dad.” Bandit said, and smiled. “This is Alex. She’s a big fan of MCR.”
I was shaking.
“Hey Alex.” He said and smiled at me.
“H-hi…” I said quietly.
I had the urge to have him sign my iPod or something.
“So…are you getting MCR back together?” Bandit asked.
“Yes, we are.”
I screamed.
He looked at me and smiled.
“With you, our dad, Mikey, and Ray?” Cherry asked.
“Yeah. It wouldn’t be MCR without them.”
“You should try to get Bob back…” I said quietly.
“Well, everyday he’s shuffling.” Gerard laughed. “You probably wouldn’t know what that means.”
“What does it mean?” Lily asked.
“Bob’s the sound tech for LMFAO. They’re like…hip hop I guess. They came out with a song called Party Rock Anthem a while ago. It has a line that says everyday I’m shuffling. The MCRmy always said everyday Bob was shuffling. So, that’s that story.”
Bandit , Lily, and Cherry looked at each other, then started laughing uncontrollably.
“Okay guys, chill out.” Gerard said, and laughed. “I gotta go to Mikey’s.”
“Why?” Bandit asked.
“To see if he can still play his bass like a badass mofo.” He said.
Bandit smiled and hugged him.
“Love you Dad.” She said.
“Love you too Bandit.” Gerard said and walked out the door.
Wow. I just met Gerard Way. Dpwinfgniribirgbgorgborn.
“Oh shit.” I said, looking at my phone.
“What’s wrong?” Cherry asked me.
“I need to be home…like now.”
20 messages, 6 voicemails, 18 missed calls. All from my parents.
Hello, beating.
I stood up quickly.
“Bye guys. See you tomorrow in school.”
Or maybe not.
I ran out the door and down the street until I reached my house. I opened the door.
“Alexandria Walker! Where the hell have you been?” My dad screamed at me, and grabbed my hair.
“I was…at a friends house…”
You see, my mom is perfectly nice to me, but my dad hates me.
Cuts and bruises cover my pale skin. All from the monster I call my dad.
He slapped me across the face.
“You don’t deserve to have friends, you bitch.”
He pushed me on the floor and kicked my ribs.
I screamed but he kept kicking me.
If my mom were home, she’d be slapping him.
“Where’s…mom…” I managed to let out in between sobs.
“She can’t help you.”
“Why not?” I asked, still screaming, sobbing, and being kicked.
“She’s dead. Shot her. She didn’t deserve to live.”
I sobbed even more.
He kicked me one time in the head, and spit on me.
“There. Now go to your room and never come out.”
I stood up and ran to my room, then collapsed on the floor.
My rib cage hurt like hell.
I went into my closet, and grabbed a suitcase. I put every single outfit I could fit in there, and anything else I’d ever need that’d fit. I grabbed my drum sticks and a pillow, and opened the window as far as it’d go. I put the suitcase on the awning and climbed out the window. After the suitcase was pushed to the ground, I climbed down the ladder that was always next to my window, and as quietly as I could, ran to Bandit’s.
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