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It had been a few hours since Gerard blocked me from the door and I broke down after learning my mother was paying him to basically kidnap me until I was sober. He had lead me to a room that I guessed was his spare room or now my room. It was pretty basic, white walls and tan carpet. There was a bed, a t.v., a small couch and a closet. That was all. I walked over to the closet and opened it up to find that it was a walk-in closet full of clothes, and there was a dresser inside of it. I walked over to the dresser opening the drawer to find boxers and socks. I closed the door, turned around, and started looking at the clothes. They were all nice and my style. I moved a pair of pants to find a door. Curious, I opened it, but It was just a wall. Just a brick wall. I decided to go back out and sit on the bed. I sat down and sighed when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said quietly.
"Hey." It was Gerard. Well who else would it be? He was carrying a tray of food. He sat it down on the table next to the bed that I hadn't really noticed before. "I brought you something to eat." I just smiled at him. "Would you like to shower?" he asked. I just shook my head no. "Okay, then see you in the morning." With that he turned to leave closing the door and locking it behind him.
I was exhausted, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep my body was starting to ache. I hadn't had anything in so long, no drugs, no alcohol, nothing. The smell of the food Gerard had brought was making me feel sick. I went over to the tray, picked it up, took it to the closet and placed it on the dresser. I went back to the bed and laid down curling myself into a ball.
I started to think about all the thing I did to my mom. She only knew about my drinking and how it was getting bad. I think she knew I was dabbling in other things, too. She had no idea how bad I'd gotten. Jepha's the only one who knows me well enough. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go back to what I know. I didn't want to be sober. It scared me. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I just laid there crying till soon the darkness took over and I finally fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later with an unbelievable urge to puke. I sat straight up and looked around. There was no trash can, no bathroom. Shit. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but I remembered it was locked. I started pounding on the door as hard as I could.
"What is it Frank?" asked Gerard as he unlocked the door.
"I-I'm gonna p-puke." I said pushing passed him and into the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. My stomach started to cramp. I couldn't remember the last time I had properly eaten. Tears started to pour out of my eyes again as I backed away from the toilet and leaned up against the wall holding my stomach. The withdrawal sickness was starting. I could feel my body aching, my body sweating, the chills.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asked flushing the toilet.
"N-no." I whimpered turning away from him.
"It's just withdrawal. It will be over in a few days," he said sitting down next to me on the floor.
"It hurts, Gee," I said leaning into him.
"I know." he said back pulling me closer to him. I just cried into his chest. My body was in so much pain, but being so close to Gerard made me fell like I could make it through this. I hoped I could make it through.
A few hours later we were sitting in the living room on the couch with my knees to my chest staring at the TV. Gerard was sitting next to me. He made me drink some chicken broth so I could work my way up to eating real food since I haven't really eaten in such a long time.
"Hey, Gerard?" I said timidly.
"Yeah, Frank?" he said looking over at me.
"You don't have to lock me in that room. I'm not going to leave. I have no where to go now since I didn't show up for work this morning they most likely let me go," I said starting to cry again. Only a few tears escaped.
"You lost it the moment I bought you." he said to me standing up and walking down the hallway into the room where I was staying. "Here, You need to shower. It will make you feel better." he said placing clothes down next to me. "You know where the bathroom is right?" he asked, I nodded. "Shower. Now." he said firmly sitting down in the arm chair and picking up the remote.
I slowly stood up grabbing the clothes he had gotten for me and made my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I closed and locked the door. I slid down the door, clothes in hand, and started to cry. I didn't want to live anymore.
It had been a few hours since Gerard blocked me from the door and I broke down after learning my mother was paying him to basically kidnap me until I was sober. He had lead me to a room that I guessed was his spare room or now my room. It was pretty basic, white walls and tan carpet. There was a bed, a t.v., a small couch and a closet. That was all. I walked over to the closet and opened it up to find that it was a walk-in closet full of clothes, and there was a dresser inside of it. I walked over to the dresser opening the drawer to find boxers and socks. I closed the door, turned around, and started looking at the clothes. They were all nice and my style. I moved a pair of pants to find a door. Curious, I opened it, but It was just a wall. Just a brick wall. I decided to go back out and sit on the bed. I sat down and sighed when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said quietly.
"Hey." It was Gerard. Well who else would it be? He was carrying a tray of food. He sat it down on the table next to the bed that I hadn't really noticed before. "I brought you something to eat." I just smiled at him. "Would you like to shower?" he asked. I just shook my head no. "Okay, then see you in the morning." With that he turned to leave closing the door and locking it behind him.
I was exhausted, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep my body was starting to ache. I hadn't had anything in so long, no drugs, no alcohol, nothing. The smell of the food Gerard had brought was making me feel sick. I went over to the tray, picked it up, took it to the closet and placed it on the dresser. I went back to the bed and laid down curling myself into a ball.
I started to think about all the thing I did to my mom. She only knew about my drinking and how it was getting bad. I think she knew I was dabbling in other things, too. She had no idea how bad I'd gotten. Jepha's the only one who knows me well enough. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go back to what I know. I didn't want to be sober. It scared me. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I just laid there crying till soon the darkness took over and I finally fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later with an unbelievable urge to puke. I sat straight up and looked around. There was no trash can, no bathroom. Shit. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but I remembered it was locked. I started pounding on the door as hard as I could.
"What is it Frank?" asked Gerard as he unlocked the door.
"I-I'm gonna p-puke." I said pushing passed him and into the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet. My stomach started to cramp. I couldn't remember the last time I had properly eaten. Tears started to pour out of my eyes again as I backed away from the toilet and leaned up against the wall holding my stomach. The withdrawal sickness was starting. I could feel my body aching, my body sweating, the chills.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asked flushing the toilet.
"N-no." I whimpered turning away from him.
"It's just withdrawal. It will be over in a few days," he said sitting down next to me on the floor.
"It hurts, Gee," I said leaning into him.
"I know." he said back pulling me closer to him. I just cried into his chest. My body was in so much pain, but being so close to Gerard made me fell like I could make it through this. I hoped I could make it through.
A few hours later we were sitting in the living room on the couch with my knees to my chest staring at the TV. Gerard was sitting next to me. He made me drink some chicken broth so I could work my way up to eating real food since I haven't really eaten in such a long time.
"Hey, Gerard?" I said timidly.
"Yeah, Frank?" he said looking over at me.
"You don't have to lock me in that room. I'm not going to leave. I have no where to go now since I didn't show up for work this morning they most likely let me go," I said starting to cry again. Only a few tears escaped.
"You lost it the moment I bought you." he said to me standing up and walking down the hallway into the room where I was staying. "Here, You need to shower. It will make you feel better." he said placing clothes down next to me. "You know where the bathroom is right?" he asked, I nodded. "Shower. Now." he said firmly sitting down in the arm chair and picking up the remote.
I slowly stood up grabbing the clothes he had gotten for me and made my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I closed and locked the door. I slid down the door, clothes in hand, and started to cry. I didn't want to live anymore.
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