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The autumn air sends a chill through my thin jacket and skinny frame. I shake as my teeth chatter. I sit alone on this freezing cold night, shivering and hugging my knees, praying for a bit of warmth. Warmth is denied, so I continue shivering. Shivering on the park bench I’ve claimed as my bed. This wouldn’t have happened if Gerard hadn’t stolen my boyfriend. If my boyfriend hadn’t wanted Gerard to begin with. And now he’s kicked me out, not before kicking the shit out of me. Three weeks I’ve sat and slept on this bench. No shower, not much food or drink, and no sort of shelter. He didn’t even let me grab a blanket. I sigh and continue shivering, trying to think of something warm. Anything to thaw my cold weak body. But I’m too tired to think. I’m too tired to look for a warmer place. Hell, I’m too tired to sleep. I know I’m sick. I have been since the third night on this bench. Coughing, sneezing. Even throwing up a bit. I’m afraid I have the flu, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. And that’s precisely why I’m afraid. I close my eyes and block it out.
I wake up slowly, in a car. In a warm car. I try to sit up, but don’t have much luck.
“G’rard?” I mumble weakly.
A deep, soothing voice answers, “You’re awake! I was so worried…”
Wait… I recognize that voice…but…where from?
I wince in pain, too tired to think.
“Honey we’re almost to my house okay?”
“Who…who’re you?” I manage to mumble loud enough to be heard.
“I’m Bob.” He looks back at me as he drives “Bob Bryar, and I’m gonna help you.”
And with that, I close my eyes and fall back to sleep.
“Kid?” he whispers, shaking me gently.
I wince in pain as he his a Gerard-inflicted bruise.
“Shit… I’m sorry. I got you inside… I just thought maybe…not that you smell… but that you’d like a shower? To warm you up? Maybe just a bath so you can be in warm water?” the concerned tone in his voice almost makes me smile.
I sit up slowly and look around the small, but cozy apartment.
“What’s your name kid?” He asks.
I answer, barely above a whisper “Mikey.”
He smiles “I dunno if you remember, or heard before you fell back asleep, but I’m Bob. Jeez kid, you look like you’re only fifteen…”
“Seventeen.” I mumble, and then look up at him “Why am I here?”
“I want to help you.” He says in a tone that seems like it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why me?”
He smiles and tucks a warm blanket around me “Why not?”
I warm up a bit and decide a shower is a good idea, but I don’t think I have the strength to stand that long. So I fill the tub with water and sit down, almost instantly warmed. I wash my dirt, crumpled-leaf filled hair with his shampoo. I can’t help but wonder…why would he care about me? Why do I matter enough to keep warm and safe for a night? What does he want in return?
I wash myself and step out, realizing that I’ve got no clean clothes. I peak out the doorway, blushing deeply.
“B-Bob?”
He walks over “Yeah?”
“I-I… I don’t have any clothes.”
He smiles “Sorry, I forgot about that. Now, I just recently bought some boxers and haven’t opened the package yet, so they’re yours, okay? Let me go get you some warm clothes.” He goes to find clothes.
I dry myself with the towel and look at my reflection. The punches from Gerard aren’t so visible now, but I look like hell. Dark circles under my eyes, and I’m even skinnier than before. I blush and cover myself with the towel as the door creaks open.
“Oh, sorry.” Bob blushes too “I um… I didn’t think about… here’s some clothes. He sets them on the counter and walks back out.
I quickly dress into the Batman pajamas he’s brought me and can’t help but smile a bit. I walk out, holding my dirty clothes.
“Bob?”
He walks over “I’ll get those clean for you, yeah?”
I hand him the clothes and follow him to the laundry room “B-Bob?”
He looks over at me “Yes, Mikey?”
“Thank you. So incredibly much. I-I don’t know how to repay you. Thanks for getting me warm for tonight.”
He smiles and shakes his head “More than just tonight, honey. It’s too cold out there for you. And you can repay me by being my friend. That’s all I want.”
My eyes fill with tears. How could one person be so incredibly selfless? So willing to take in a stranger off the street.
“I-I couldn’t… Bob I don’t have a job. I can’t help you with anything. I already owe you so much.”
“I was born into money, so we’re fine there. Mikey I want a friend.” He wipes the tears from my cheek “And I could tell for weeks you’ve wanted one too.”
And then it hit me. He’s the guy who gave me free drinks and occasionally food at the nearby McDonald’s. He’s already been looking after me. If he just wants a friend, then I’ll be the best damn friend I can be.
I wake up slowly, in a car. In a warm car. I try to sit up, but don’t have much luck.
“G’rard?” I mumble weakly.
A deep, soothing voice answers, “You’re awake! I was so worried…”
Wait… I recognize that voice…but…where from?
I wince in pain, too tired to think.
“Honey we’re almost to my house okay?”
“Who…who’re you?” I manage to mumble loud enough to be heard.
“I’m Bob.” He looks back at me as he drives “Bob Bryar, and I’m gonna help you.”
And with that, I close my eyes and fall back to sleep.
“Kid?” he whispers, shaking me gently.
I wince in pain as he his a Gerard-inflicted bruise.
“Shit… I’m sorry. I got you inside… I just thought maybe…not that you smell… but that you’d like a shower? To warm you up? Maybe just a bath so you can be in warm water?” the concerned tone in his voice almost makes me smile.
I sit up slowly and look around the small, but cozy apartment.
“What’s your name kid?” He asks.
I answer, barely above a whisper “Mikey.”
He smiles “I dunno if you remember, or heard before you fell back asleep, but I’m Bob. Jeez kid, you look like you’re only fifteen…”
“Seventeen.” I mumble, and then look up at him “Why am I here?”
“I want to help you.” He says in a tone that seems like it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why me?”
He smiles and tucks a warm blanket around me “Why not?”
I warm up a bit and decide a shower is a good idea, but I don’t think I have the strength to stand that long. So I fill the tub with water and sit down, almost instantly warmed. I wash my dirt, crumpled-leaf filled hair with his shampoo. I can’t help but wonder…why would he care about me? Why do I matter enough to keep warm and safe for a night? What does he want in return?
I wash myself and step out, realizing that I’ve got no clean clothes. I peak out the doorway, blushing deeply.
“B-Bob?”
He walks over “Yeah?”
“I-I… I don’t have any clothes.”
He smiles “Sorry, I forgot about that. Now, I just recently bought some boxers and haven’t opened the package yet, so they’re yours, okay? Let me go get you some warm clothes.” He goes to find clothes.
I dry myself with the towel and look at my reflection. The punches from Gerard aren’t so visible now, but I look like hell. Dark circles under my eyes, and I’m even skinnier than before. I blush and cover myself with the towel as the door creaks open.
“Oh, sorry.” Bob blushes too “I um… I didn’t think about… here’s some clothes. He sets them on the counter and walks back out.
I quickly dress into the Batman pajamas he’s brought me and can’t help but smile a bit. I walk out, holding my dirty clothes.
“Bob?”
He walks over “I’ll get those clean for you, yeah?”
I hand him the clothes and follow him to the laundry room “B-Bob?”
He looks over at me “Yes, Mikey?”
“Thank you. So incredibly much. I-I don’t know how to repay you. Thanks for getting me warm for tonight.”
He smiles and shakes his head “More than just tonight, honey. It’s too cold out there for you. And you can repay me by being my friend. That’s all I want.”
My eyes fill with tears. How could one person be so incredibly selfless? So willing to take in a stranger off the street.
“I-I couldn’t… Bob I don’t have a job. I can’t help you with anything. I already owe you so much.”
“I was born into money, so we’re fine there. Mikey I want a friend.” He wipes the tears from my cheek “And I could tell for weeks you’ve wanted one too.”
And then it hit me. He’s the guy who gave me free drinks and occasionally food at the nearby McDonald’s. He’s already been looking after me. If he just wants a friend, then I’ll be the best damn friend I can be.
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