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Still In Mikey's POV
I had been driving all night from one side of Jersey, to the other. When i made it back to belleville, a wave of realisation hit me. I sighed at the thought of when the band first got together. Gerard and i weren't in the best state of mind, but it was better thn this, of course.
Driving up frank's road was like a flashback, the sun just starting to show as my watch hit 7:00. And for a moment everything was okay, gerard wasn't missing, the band didn't break up, and i hadn't been to rehab for the past few months. I smiled, parking outside frank's house. Here we go.
I got out the car, locking it and walking up to the door. I knocked.
No answer.
I knocked again.
No answer.
He must not be awake.
I called him on my mobile. Ring. Ring. Answer.
"Hello?" A shaky voice answered from the other line.
"Frank" I smiled.
"Mikey? W-why are you calling?"
"Because i want to talk to you. Get up and open the door, frankie, i'm out of rehab" I said excitedly.
I heard a whimper from the other end of the line. I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"I-I tried to kill myself, mikes. They sent me into hospital. They tried to send me to an institution, but i escaped and came back here. Tur-turns out jamia wants to send me there too, so i locked myself in the bathroom with both of our phones. She won't leave the house, so i can't escape. She physically tried to keep me in here, mikes" He stuttered.
I was almost speechless. He tried to kill himself..? Why..?
"I'm coming."
I put the phone down and stuffed it in my pocket, and banged furiously against the door. Still no answer. I needed to help him. I kicked the door with all my strength. I could feel it coming off. It finally bursted open, and i heard gasp of shock. I looked forward to see jamia curled up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Micheal? What the heck are you doing here?" She growled.
"Saving frank" I replied. "Where is he?"
"What do you mean, 'saving him', he needs help!" She shouted.
"Fucking look at yourself, jamia!" I said through clenched teeth "You've trapped him in a freaking bathroom, and left him crying on his own! You're making his descisions, and treating him like he belongs to you!"
"HE'S NOT FRANK ANYMORE! HE'S NOT THE MAN I USED TO KNOW! I WANT HIM BACK! I WANT MY BABY BACK!" She cried.
I stared blank faced at her.
"People change" I stated. "And you're being so so selfish. I don't know if you've noticed, but frank is still frank, and you've forced him to lock himself in a bathroom when he was just asking for help."
I heard a sob from up the stairs and i darted past jamia up them. I heard another from the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door.
"Frank?" I said gently. "It's okay, i'm here, they can't take you away"
The door clicked unlock and an eye peeped through the gap between the door and the wall. I smiled warmly. He opened the door fully and slowly hugged me. He wasn't crying anymore, he was just silent. I hugged him back, smiling again.
"It's okay, now. I'm not going to hurt you."
*
Gerard's POV
I shot out of the thought of lindsey and back into reality. That psychotic bitch was still on top of me, staring. She suddenly collided her lips against mine, but i held mine shut. She licked around my lips, pleading for entrance. I held my mouth shut. She pulled away, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
"That's okay, i like it when they resist."
She looked down at my flyer. I whimpered. She slowly undid my belt, trying to look seductive, It failed completely. She was probably trying to make me hard, but it wasn't like i was going to get an erection to a mouldy grape.
I held my breath and closed my eyes, preparing for what was about to happen. I was terrified, and a single tear rolled down my cheek.
*
I scrubbed down my whole body, so hard i went red. But it wasn't enough. I had to keep on scrubbing. I had to get the dirt off. There was a sinking feeling that maybe i would never feel clean again. I couldn't think, i could just scrub. I wondered if i would stay in that shower forever. Trying to get the dirtiness i felt to come off. There was a knock at the door.
"One minute!" My voice cracked.
There was more knocking.
"Gerard, you've been in there for 2 hours."
"Please" I almost cried.
The door opened (there wasn't a lock) and the woman that took me away from my life walked in.
I turned off the shower, looking frantically for a towel. There wasn't one in the room. I gulped. I tried my best to use my hands to cover myself, but it didn't really work.
She looked up and down my exposed body, smiling.
"Can i have a towel, please?" It took all my strength to not cry.
She existed the room for a second, then reappeared with a towel in hand. I took the towel, and wrapped it around my waist, stepping out of the room. When we had... sex, she fucking hurt me. She gave me bruises and claw marks all around my body. Especially my back and chest. I looked down at myself. I looked like a mess. I was glowing red from the scrubbing, brusies and scratch marks everywhere, and the slowly healing gaping hole in my cheek. I didn't know how anyone could find that attractive.
I stepped into the dining room (where my raping took place) to see the straps were gone, and some clothes were folded neatly on the table.
"Where are my ones?" I turned back to her, a desperate need to hide my hatred.
Though i doubted she would care if i threw her nasty looks, i had been given a permanant half smile for being 'rude'. I knew not to mess with her.
"In the wash" She smirked.
She then sat down on one of the chairs and continued staring at me with a smile on her face. I didn't expect or ask her to leave. I knew by now she would be doing this constantly. A shiver ran down my spine as i thought of what she may have done to me while i was in a drug-induced coma.
I picked the pile of clothes up and quickly started getting changed. There was a black shirt, blue jeans, and a brown fluffy hoodie. So it wasn't that bad. I put them on as fast as i could, ignoring her staring eyes.
A/N: Hi!! So that was long, and a bit intense. But you know, more to come and all. Slutty Jakcet Potato, out.)
I had been driving all night from one side of Jersey, to the other. When i made it back to belleville, a wave of realisation hit me. I sighed at the thought of when the band first got together. Gerard and i weren't in the best state of mind, but it was better thn this, of course.
Driving up frank's road was like a flashback, the sun just starting to show as my watch hit 7:00. And for a moment everything was okay, gerard wasn't missing, the band didn't break up, and i hadn't been to rehab for the past few months. I smiled, parking outside frank's house. Here we go.
I got out the car, locking it and walking up to the door. I knocked.
No answer.
I knocked again.
No answer.
He must not be awake.
I called him on my mobile. Ring. Ring. Answer.
"Hello?" A shaky voice answered from the other line.
"Frank" I smiled.
"Mikey? W-why are you calling?"
"Because i want to talk to you. Get up and open the door, frankie, i'm out of rehab" I said excitedly.
I heard a whimper from the other end of the line. I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"I-I tried to kill myself, mikes. They sent me into hospital. They tried to send me to an institution, but i escaped and came back here. Tur-turns out jamia wants to send me there too, so i locked myself in the bathroom with both of our phones. She won't leave the house, so i can't escape. She physically tried to keep me in here, mikes" He stuttered.
I was almost speechless. He tried to kill himself..? Why..?
"I'm coming."
I put the phone down and stuffed it in my pocket, and banged furiously against the door. Still no answer. I needed to help him. I kicked the door with all my strength. I could feel it coming off. It finally bursted open, and i heard gasp of shock. I looked forward to see jamia curled up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Micheal? What the heck are you doing here?" She growled.
"Saving frank" I replied. "Where is he?"
"What do you mean, 'saving him', he needs help!" She shouted.
"Fucking look at yourself, jamia!" I said through clenched teeth "You've trapped him in a freaking bathroom, and left him crying on his own! You're making his descisions, and treating him like he belongs to you!"
"HE'S NOT FRANK ANYMORE! HE'S NOT THE MAN I USED TO KNOW! I WANT HIM BACK! I WANT MY BABY BACK!" She cried.
I stared blank faced at her.
"People change" I stated. "And you're being so so selfish. I don't know if you've noticed, but frank is still frank, and you've forced him to lock himself in a bathroom when he was just asking for help."
I heard a sob from up the stairs and i darted past jamia up them. I heard another from the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door.
"Frank?" I said gently. "It's okay, i'm here, they can't take you away"
The door clicked unlock and an eye peeped through the gap between the door and the wall. I smiled warmly. He opened the door fully and slowly hugged me. He wasn't crying anymore, he was just silent. I hugged him back, smiling again.
"It's okay, now. I'm not going to hurt you."
*
Gerard's POV
I shot out of the thought of lindsey and back into reality. That psychotic bitch was still on top of me, staring. She suddenly collided her lips against mine, but i held mine shut. She licked around my lips, pleading for entrance. I held my mouth shut. She pulled away, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
"That's okay, i like it when they resist."
She looked down at my flyer. I whimpered. She slowly undid my belt, trying to look seductive, It failed completely. She was probably trying to make me hard, but it wasn't like i was going to get an erection to a mouldy grape.
I held my breath and closed my eyes, preparing for what was about to happen. I was terrified, and a single tear rolled down my cheek.
*
I scrubbed down my whole body, so hard i went red. But it wasn't enough. I had to keep on scrubbing. I had to get the dirt off. There was a sinking feeling that maybe i would never feel clean again. I couldn't think, i could just scrub. I wondered if i would stay in that shower forever. Trying to get the dirtiness i felt to come off. There was a knock at the door.
"One minute!" My voice cracked.
There was more knocking.
"Gerard, you've been in there for 2 hours."
"Please" I almost cried.
The door opened (there wasn't a lock) and the woman that took me away from my life walked in.
I turned off the shower, looking frantically for a towel. There wasn't one in the room. I gulped. I tried my best to use my hands to cover myself, but it didn't really work.
She looked up and down my exposed body, smiling.
"Can i have a towel, please?" It took all my strength to not cry.
She existed the room for a second, then reappeared with a towel in hand. I took the towel, and wrapped it around my waist, stepping out of the room. When we had... sex, she fucking hurt me. She gave me bruises and claw marks all around my body. Especially my back and chest. I looked down at myself. I looked like a mess. I was glowing red from the scrubbing, brusies and scratch marks everywhere, and the slowly healing gaping hole in my cheek. I didn't know how anyone could find that attractive.
I stepped into the dining room (where my raping took place) to see the straps were gone, and some clothes were folded neatly on the table.
"Where are my ones?" I turned back to her, a desperate need to hide my hatred.
Though i doubted she would care if i threw her nasty looks, i had been given a permanant half smile for being 'rude'. I knew not to mess with her.
"In the wash" She smirked.
She then sat down on one of the chairs and continued staring at me with a smile on her face. I didn't expect or ask her to leave. I knew by now she would be doing this constantly. A shiver ran down my spine as i thought of what she may have done to me while i was in a drug-induced coma.
I picked the pile of clothes up and quickly started getting changed. There was a black shirt, blue jeans, and a brown fluffy hoodie. So it wasn't that bad. I put them on as fast as i could, ignoring her staring eyes.
A/N: Hi!! So that was long, and a bit intense. But you know, more to come and all. Slutty Jakcet Potato, out.)
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