Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo..
Mikey tangled his hands in Frank's hair and slowly closed the space between their lips. The kiss was slow, hesitant almost, and it was stopped as quickly as it was started.
"Frank.. What's going on?" Mikey inquired, pressing his lips into a tight, thin line. "What's wrong?"
"Mikey, you can't just use me. You nailed me to the fucking wall and you and Geetard took turns raping me, for fuck's sake! You kidnap me, and beat me, and then declare your love for me? What happened to the kind, sweet Mikey I used to know? Because he's been replaced with a sick motherfucker." Frank spat, his words laced with venom. Frank's random outburst had left Mikey rendered speechless. Mikey brought his hand to Frank's cheek, but Frank flinched away.
"Frank, you broke my heart! You have to understand!" Mikey pleaded. His eyes were filled to the brim with tears as Frank scoffed and slapped Mikey's face hard.
"So you fucking kidnap me and treat me like a dog? Ha, fucking, ha! I love your vendetta, Michael. Bert was right about you." Mikey flinched at the mention of Bert's name. Mikey then lost it. He pushed Frank against the wall, holding him in place by his throat and began punching Frank's smirk repeatedly. "I.. knew you.. couldn't.. resist.." Frank choked out between punches. His lip had now split and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose.
Frank's face was a bloody mess when Mikey finally pulled himself away.
"Frankie.. I'm so sorry.." Mikey whimpered, apparently in more pain than Frank was.
"I used to be in so in love with you, Mikey.." Mikey's eyes looked hopeful as Frank said this. "..But now all I feel is hatred. You repulse me. You're nothing like you used to be. You can burn in hell." Frank hissed, making Mikey's smile fade.
"But.. I..I love you.." Mikey stuttered.
"No. You don't. You aren't capable of love." Frank whispered, burying his face in his knees as tears began to dribble silently down his cheeks.
"Frank.. What's going on?" Mikey inquired, pressing his lips into a tight, thin line. "What's wrong?"
"Mikey, you can't just use me. You nailed me to the fucking wall and you and Geetard took turns raping me, for fuck's sake! You kidnap me, and beat me, and then declare your love for me? What happened to the kind, sweet Mikey I used to know? Because he's been replaced with a sick motherfucker." Frank spat, his words laced with venom. Frank's random outburst had left Mikey rendered speechless. Mikey brought his hand to Frank's cheek, but Frank flinched away.
"Frank, you broke my heart! You have to understand!" Mikey pleaded. His eyes were filled to the brim with tears as Frank scoffed and slapped Mikey's face hard.
"So you fucking kidnap me and treat me like a dog? Ha, fucking, ha! I love your vendetta, Michael. Bert was right about you." Mikey flinched at the mention of Bert's name. Mikey then lost it. He pushed Frank against the wall, holding him in place by his throat and began punching Frank's smirk repeatedly. "I.. knew you.. couldn't.. resist.." Frank choked out between punches. His lip had now split and blood was dripping from his mouth and nose.
Frank's face was a bloody mess when Mikey finally pulled himself away.
"Frankie.. I'm so sorry.." Mikey whimpered, apparently in more pain than Frank was.
"I used to be in so in love with you, Mikey.." Mikey's eyes looked hopeful as Frank said this. "..But now all I feel is hatred. You repulse me. You're nothing like you used to be. You can burn in hell." Frank hissed, making Mikey's smile fade.
"But.. I..I love you.." Mikey stuttered.
"No. You don't. You aren't capable of love." Frank whispered, burying his face in his knees as tears began to dribble silently down his cheeks.
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