Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Bones
A/N: Okay, so this is the Prologue for my new fanfiction called Bones. This story will contain some serious conditions such as; (Forced) Bulimia, Anorexia and Mental Abuse. Some facts in this story may be incorrect so I apologise in advance. Also, this is really short but I promise you the chapters will get longer and better. Bert is probably not the asshole this story makes him out to be.
“Throw up already!” Bert shouted, pushing his fingers further down Gerard’s throat while hitting him repeatedly in the stomach.
“You got puke all over my fingers!” he sneered, face turning into a grimace as his boyfriend spilled his stomach contents on his hand.
Bert wiped his fingers on Gerard’s loose-fitting shirt while the younger male dry heaved into the porcelain bowl of the toilet, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“Why do I have to keep doing this?” Gerard whined, wiping his mouth of the foul liquid.
“You know why, Gerard. As the captain of the football team I need someone beautiful on my arm, not someone as ugly and fat like you. It’s bad enough you wear those damn black clothes all the time. You know I’m only doing this because I love you,” the, fake, friendly smile that graced Bert’s face was enough to fool anyone, which worked in his favour an awful lot of the time.
“I know, I’m sorry for doubting you, I won’t eat without your permission again,” Gerard stumbled out of his un-suite, on shaky legs, and into his bedroom which was situated in the basement of his parent’s house.
“Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow, baby. See if you can shift a few more pounds before I’m back,” Bert pressed a light kiss onto Gerard’s pale cheek before exiting his bedroom.
‘He just wants me to be beautiful, he’s doing it for my own good,’ Gerard thought as he started on one of his many daily exercises to help him lose weight.
“Throw up already!” Bert shouted, pushing his fingers further down Gerard’s throat while hitting him repeatedly in the stomach.
“You got puke all over my fingers!” he sneered, face turning into a grimace as his boyfriend spilled his stomach contents on his hand.
Bert wiped his fingers on Gerard’s loose-fitting shirt while the younger male dry heaved into the porcelain bowl of the toilet, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“Why do I have to keep doing this?” Gerard whined, wiping his mouth of the foul liquid.
“You know why, Gerard. As the captain of the football team I need someone beautiful on my arm, not someone as ugly and fat like you. It’s bad enough you wear those damn black clothes all the time. You know I’m only doing this because I love you,” the, fake, friendly smile that graced Bert’s face was enough to fool anyone, which worked in his favour an awful lot of the time.
“I know, I’m sorry for doubting you, I won’t eat without your permission again,” Gerard stumbled out of his un-suite, on shaky legs, and into his bedroom which was situated in the basement of his parent’s house.
“Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow, baby. See if you can shift a few more pounds before I’m back,” Bert pressed a light kiss onto Gerard’s pale cheek before exiting his bedroom.
‘He just wants me to be beautiful, he’s doing it for my own good,’ Gerard thought as he started on one of his many daily exercises to help him lose weight.
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