Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > My Little Stray.
Sorry I've been gone for so long! D= The few people actually reading this must be kind of ricked off. x__x I promise to try and be more active, alrighty? This chapter is going to be in both Gerard and Frankie's POV, just to warn you. Their POVs will be separated by little dashes like this ----------. So yeuh, PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU READ. I'm sick of only getting two reviews. I understand that I may not have the best writing but could you at least help me out? Gosh. Oh, and the story starts off in Gerard's POV.
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I woke up pretty early today. After Frankie left there wasn't much to do, and I'm not really into drinking alone. I knew that everyone would be out late so I wouldn't be able to make Mikey entertain me. The house clenched me as I stumbled up, finding my way around the mess on the floor. It was times like this that I really wanted to find my own place. My mind raced with a million thoughts, jumbling up in my head. It didn't surprise me that a majority of these thoughts were about Frank, and if not about Frank then about how horrible I looked. I wanted to look fucking spectacular for Frankie today.
My heart continuously fluttered about, making me terribly nervous about getting coffee with Frank. I had just met him and yet he could get me feeling this way. Don't get me wrong, I understand that I could just find him majorly attractive, but I'm not the kind of person that gets worked up over some guy he met the night before. Nothing had ever happened for Christ's sake, well he did give me a kiss, but nothing huge. Oh who am I kidding. That was GIANT to me. I don't care if it was only a peck, and I don't care if I sound like a fucking fifth grader. I LOVED it. I completely fucking loved it.
It was almost time to head to the coffee shop, well, not really, but I was going to get there early. I didn't want to miss a single second with him and what if he decided to come early too? My chest was pounding wildly and it was hard to think straight. Mikey just woke up and was slinking out of his room, holding his head.
"Goodmorning Mikes." I said quickly, racing around the house.
Mikey looked up at me with a pained look on his face. He must have one hell of a hangover.
"Why are you even out of bed Mikey?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fuck you..." He told me slumping over onto the couch.
"Will you make me some coffee?" He asked, his cheek being smashed against the armrest.
"No, I gotta run." I told him.
Before he could say anything else I was out the door.
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I kept glancing up at the giant clock in the park. I had been sitting here for a while. Although I looked horrible I wasn't going to bail out on Gerard like that. I liked him far too much to miss a chance to see him. Last night was the best night I had had in a long, long time. Life just wasn't exactly looking up for me right now. I was fucking forced to steal clothes and I had to fix myself up in public bathrooms. I was certainly not happy with myself at the moment. Although I wasn't in my best condition, I got by, even though if I was caught shoplifting I would be sent to jail. It was just so confusing to me as to how I ended up here. Did I even deserve to be where I am? Whether or not I did, I was stuck, and there was no one here to help me.
There was about an hour until I had to be at the coffee shop. That one hour seemed like forever to me. I wanted to be with Gerard right now, I want to be with him every fucking second of my life. I know that he's older than me, I can tell that, but I didn't even care. He acted like he cared for me last night, like he actually cared. I had been out on the streets for almost two months now, right after my 18th birthday. I always thought that homeless people were annoying and that they should go fix their lives, but now I see it just isn't that fucking easy. Maybe if I had some fucking friends I wouldn't be here right now. What about Gerard though? Is he my friend? Is he going to be my savior?
"Hey Frankie." My thoughts were cut off.
Dammit. That oh-so-familiar voice. The voice that used to mean salvation, but now only means guilt. This voice belonged to none other than a man named Jay. I had met Jay in the streets one day while asking for change. He said that he would pay me in exchange for some kind of sexual act, not sex specifically, but something similar.
"Hello Jay." I said to him.
Jay stood behind me, leaning on the bench I sat on.
"Need some money?" He asked me slyly.
I really hated doing things with him. He treated me like a fucking whore... well, I kind of was a whore I guess. But couldn't he give me some kind of fucking respect? I had to suck him off just for some money! There was so much shame in that. Jay wasn't ugly, in fact, he was rather attractive. He had long, dyed black hair, it reached about his shoulders. He always kept his hair combed and his face shaved. Jay had dull blue eyes and a rather defined face. He was defiantly taller than me(but then again who wasn't?) and was pretty skinny.
"Y-yeah... I guess." I really did need some money, I didn't want to keep stealing.
"Well why don't we go back to my place real quick?" His voice rolled off his tongue like hot silver, molding over me and keeping me still.
My only response was getting up, preparing to follow him.
"Good boy." He said, motioning me to follow him with his head.
We made our way through the park, the sky a giant gray monster above my head, closing in on me and letting me know that there was no way out of this one. That's when I remembered Gerard.
"Jay?" I asked quietly as we walked.
"Hm?" He turned his head half way to look back at me.
"Can we do this quick? I kind of have to be somewhere."
"Sure Frankie, whatever you say." I immediately knew by his tone that he wasn't planning on letting me off that easy.
Great. I was being forced to stay with this lunatic while Gerard waited for me. Please don't be mad Gee, please don't be mad.
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The clock in the coffee shop ticked and tocked, inching it's way around the circle, counting away the time. I could only stare at it and sip my coffee. According to this ever-so-noisy clock, Frank was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Maybe he was just running kind of late. Something must be holding him off, I mean, he was the one who invited me here after all. Why would he stand me up like that? What if Frankie just wanted to get rid of me? I bet he's just like all of the other people who say that they care about me. They say that they want to be with me and never let go, then they leave forever. Well fuck you too Frank.
I stood up quite angrily and clenched my empty coffee cup, bending in the sides a bit. My strides were silent and fast as I made my way across the shop, throwing my cup in front of the trashcan with some great force, sending a tiny amount of coffee spluttering onto the floor. I didn't look back to see if the barista lady was mad, in fact, I couldn't have cared less. My feet seemed heavy and my body seemed drained. I wasn't tired, just... down. I wanted Frankie to be there, I wanted to see him so badly.
The landscape swooshed by as I made my way home. It wasn't exactly a nice day for a walk but I didn't feel like driving in my car. As I walked I was reminded of the night before when I walked this exact way with Frank, how awkward it was for us both, how much I missed him. Even though I was 22 I wanted to fucking lay down and cry. Gerard Way always was the emotional pansy, but I've never felt this kind of sadness about someone. If I died I bet he wouldn't even know. How sad is that? The person I thought I could really love wouldn't even bother to wonder where I was when in fact I was gone, buried six feet under.
Why was I thinking like this? I didn't want to die. Someday I would get him back in my arms. Someday I was be able to hold him without any fear. I would be able to have him forever and ever. A tiny groan escaped my mouth as I thought about it all. Who was I kidding, Frank would never be mine like I wanted him to be. The house was close now. I could just lay down, watch some TV and forget about this all, even though sitting on that same couch would remind me of last night and how he held my hand, how he pecked my lips, how he bolted after asking me to coffee. Please come back Frank.
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After what seemed like the longest and most shameful walk of my life, we made it to Jay's house. It was a nice house on the edge of downtown, surprisingly. And I say surprisingly because Jay doesn't exactly look like a rich man with his plain blue t-shirt and his black skinny jeans. There certainly were things about him that I admired, but they were simply physical things. I hated who Jay was. Jay was a fucking bastard who always got what he wanted and never what he deserved. Not to mention he was a bit mental, and by mental I don't mean retarded, I mean insane. Sometimes his insane-ness wouldn't show, but tonight was one of those nights that it would.
I followed him through the big wooden door shyly. His house had all marble and hardwood floors, the walls arching like some kind of vampire-ish mansion in a movie. The house loomed over me, making me feel even more uneasy. I glanced up at the tall man before me, he continued walking to his bedroom, the usual place of choice. I had become very familiar with his bedroom, but I had seen little of the other rooms in the giant house. Though that wasn't much of a surprise to me.
He grabbed my hand and spun me into his bedroom. The walls were dark purple, the windows had long red curtains on them and his bed matched the curtains. His bed has a black canopy over it, making everything rather dark whilst laying on the bed. He walked forward, forcing me to walk backwards until I fell back over the bed. Jay could tell I was scared of him, but I think that's why he liked me. His body came closer towards me until he was positioned above me, my body laying helplessly between his arms and legs. He bent in close, his hair brushing against my shirt and neck,
"How about I fuck you?" He asked greedily.
Although it was a question I knew that he was demanding it.
"No, please Jay, don't." I whispered.
I turned me head so that he couldn't look me in the eyes, his face reminded me of an evil junkyard dog, ready to kill the smaller dog for food.
"Why? Because you have to be somewhere? Because someone else is more important than me?" He spat evily against my ear.
I couldn't reply so I just quivered underneath him. His hands slipped onto my hips and then slightly up my shirt, I felt him grab the bottom of my shirt and start to pull up. I clenched my elbows against my sides, trying to stop him from pulling up. The next thing I know his fist crashes into my face. I let go, holding my hands to my now bleeding nose. Jay was going to have his way and I knew it, I just wish this wasn't happening.
"That's right you fucking whore!" He yelled at me as he flipped me over.
He started sliding my pants down. All I could hear was my own quiet sobs, all I could feel were the tears sliding down my face. I didn't want this. Why did Jay think that he could do whatever he wanted with me? Why was he like this? He was now pulling down my boxers, they rested with my pants around my ankles. I still wore my shoes and socks eve. I could hear the dreadful sound of his belt clinking and his pants sliding down. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt.
Jay bent down so his head was right next to my ear,
"You're going to fucking get what you deserve, Frankie."
He proceeded to shove the tip of his cock into me. I gasped into the sheets, not ready for the pain ahead. Just then Jay slammed into me, ripping me clear open. I screamed out from the pain, now my sobs were loud. I clenched my muscles, trying to stop the pain. My fists, my arms, everything, I was in so much pain.
"How did that feel Frank?" He asked, sliding out.
"Did it HURT?" He yelled, slamming back into me.
I let out another blood curdling scream. A long, painful groan escaped through my clenched teeth. I didn't even know if the tears could escape my eyes because of how tightly my eyes were closed.
Over and over Jay pounded into me, each time I let out a loud shout until they turned into helpless moans, almost like sobs. Behind me all I could hear were Jay's angry words and disgusting moans. The blood trickled down my legs relentlessly, covering Jay's sheets.
"Please. Stop." I cried harder and harder.
He only slammed into me harder until he found that special spot. I let out another scream. My body kept convulsing and I was gasping for air, helplessly trying to get away. I finally came onto his sheets and shortly after Jay did the same. He left his cock inside of me for a few seconds, his hot cum mixing with blood and dribbling back out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, curling up into a ball.
Jay had walked out of the room a few minutes after, going to clean himself up I assume. All I could do was lay there and stare at the clock on his bedside. It was one of the loud ass old fashioned alarm clocks with the metal bells on top. The time slowly ticked away and I was sure that Gerard had already left the coffee shop. If only he knew how horrible I felt. How I wanted to rewind the time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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WOOH. Done. Longer chapter. I feel better about this one. I also want to murder someone right now. Not a specific anyone. I'm just angry. Like MUY MUY angry. Grrrr. PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE ME LESS ANGRY?
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I woke up pretty early today. After Frankie left there wasn't much to do, and I'm not really into drinking alone. I knew that everyone would be out late so I wouldn't be able to make Mikey entertain me. The house clenched me as I stumbled up, finding my way around the mess on the floor. It was times like this that I really wanted to find my own place. My mind raced with a million thoughts, jumbling up in my head. It didn't surprise me that a majority of these thoughts were about Frank, and if not about Frank then about how horrible I looked. I wanted to look fucking spectacular for Frankie today.
My heart continuously fluttered about, making me terribly nervous about getting coffee with Frank. I had just met him and yet he could get me feeling this way. Don't get me wrong, I understand that I could just find him majorly attractive, but I'm not the kind of person that gets worked up over some guy he met the night before. Nothing had ever happened for Christ's sake, well he did give me a kiss, but nothing huge. Oh who am I kidding. That was GIANT to me. I don't care if it was only a peck, and I don't care if I sound like a fucking fifth grader. I LOVED it. I completely fucking loved it.
It was almost time to head to the coffee shop, well, not really, but I was going to get there early. I didn't want to miss a single second with him and what if he decided to come early too? My chest was pounding wildly and it was hard to think straight. Mikey just woke up and was slinking out of his room, holding his head.
"Goodmorning Mikes." I said quickly, racing around the house.
Mikey looked up at me with a pained look on his face. He must have one hell of a hangover.
"Why are you even out of bed Mikey?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fuck you..." He told me slumping over onto the couch.
"Will you make me some coffee?" He asked, his cheek being smashed against the armrest.
"No, I gotta run." I told him.
Before he could say anything else I was out the door.
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I kept glancing up at the giant clock in the park. I had been sitting here for a while. Although I looked horrible I wasn't going to bail out on Gerard like that. I liked him far too much to miss a chance to see him. Last night was the best night I had had in a long, long time. Life just wasn't exactly looking up for me right now. I was fucking forced to steal clothes and I had to fix myself up in public bathrooms. I was certainly not happy with myself at the moment. Although I wasn't in my best condition, I got by, even though if I was caught shoplifting I would be sent to jail. It was just so confusing to me as to how I ended up here. Did I even deserve to be where I am? Whether or not I did, I was stuck, and there was no one here to help me.
There was about an hour until I had to be at the coffee shop. That one hour seemed like forever to me. I wanted to be with Gerard right now, I want to be with him every fucking second of my life. I know that he's older than me, I can tell that, but I didn't even care. He acted like he cared for me last night, like he actually cared. I had been out on the streets for almost two months now, right after my 18th birthday. I always thought that homeless people were annoying and that they should go fix their lives, but now I see it just isn't that fucking easy. Maybe if I had some fucking friends I wouldn't be here right now. What about Gerard though? Is he my friend? Is he going to be my savior?
"Hey Frankie." My thoughts were cut off.
Dammit. That oh-so-familiar voice. The voice that used to mean salvation, but now only means guilt. This voice belonged to none other than a man named Jay. I had met Jay in the streets one day while asking for change. He said that he would pay me in exchange for some kind of sexual act, not sex specifically, but something similar.
"Hello Jay." I said to him.
Jay stood behind me, leaning on the bench I sat on.
"Need some money?" He asked me slyly.
I really hated doing things with him. He treated me like a fucking whore... well, I kind of was a whore I guess. But couldn't he give me some kind of fucking respect? I had to suck him off just for some money! There was so much shame in that. Jay wasn't ugly, in fact, he was rather attractive. He had long, dyed black hair, it reached about his shoulders. He always kept his hair combed and his face shaved. Jay had dull blue eyes and a rather defined face. He was defiantly taller than me(but then again who wasn't?) and was pretty skinny.
"Y-yeah... I guess." I really did need some money, I didn't want to keep stealing.
"Well why don't we go back to my place real quick?" His voice rolled off his tongue like hot silver, molding over me and keeping me still.
My only response was getting up, preparing to follow him.
"Good boy." He said, motioning me to follow him with his head.
We made our way through the park, the sky a giant gray monster above my head, closing in on me and letting me know that there was no way out of this one. That's when I remembered Gerard.
"Jay?" I asked quietly as we walked.
"Hm?" He turned his head half way to look back at me.
"Can we do this quick? I kind of have to be somewhere."
"Sure Frankie, whatever you say." I immediately knew by his tone that he wasn't planning on letting me off that easy.
Great. I was being forced to stay with this lunatic while Gerard waited for me. Please don't be mad Gee, please don't be mad.
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The clock in the coffee shop ticked and tocked, inching it's way around the circle, counting away the time. I could only stare at it and sip my coffee. According to this ever-so-noisy clock, Frank was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Maybe he was just running kind of late. Something must be holding him off, I mean, he was the one who invited me here after all. Why would he stand me up like that? What if Frankie just wanted to get rid of me? I bet he's just like all of the other people who say that they care about me. They say that they want to be with me and never let go, then they leave forever. Well fuck you too Frank.
I stood up quite angrily and clenched my empty coffee cup, bending in the sides a bit. My strides were silent and fast as I made my way across the shop, throwing my cup in front of the trashcan with some great force, sending a tiny amount of coffee spluttering onto the floor. I didn't look back to see if the barista lady was mad, in fact, I couldn't have cared less. My feet seemed heavy and my body seemed drained. I wasn't tired, just... down. I wanted Frankie to be there, I wanted to see him so badly.
The landscape swooshed by as I made my way home. It wasn't exactly a nice day for a walk but I didn't feel like driving in my car. As I walked I was reminded of the night before when I walked this exact way with Frank, how awkward it was for us both, how much I missed him. Even though I was 22 I wanted to fucking lay down and cry. Gerard Way always was the emotional pansy, but I've never felt this kind of sadness about someone. If I died I bet he wouldn't even know. How sad is that? The person I thought I could really love wouldn't even bother to wonder where I was when in fact I was gone, buried six feet under.
Why was I thinking like this? I didn't want to die. Someday I would get him back in my arms. Someday I was be able to hold him without any fear. I would be able to have him forever and ever. A tiny groan escaped my mouth as I thought about it all. Who was I kidding, Frank would never be mine like I wanted him to be. The house was close now. I could just lay down, watch some TV and forget about this all, even though sitting on that same couch would remind me of last night and how he held my hand, how he pecked my lips, how he bolted after asking me to coffee. Please come back Frank.
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After what seemed like the longest and most shameful walk of my life, we made it to Jay's house. It was a nice house on the edge of downtown, surprisingly. And I say surprisingly because Jay doesn't exactly look like a rich man with his plain blue t-shirt and his black skinny jeans. There certainly were things about him that I admired, but they were simply physical things. I hated who Jay was. Jay was a fucking bastard who always got what he wanted and never what he deserved. Not to mention he was a bit mental, and by mental I don't mean retarded, I mean insane. Sometimes his insane-ness wouldn't show, but tonight was one of those nights that it would.
I followed him through the big wooden door shyly. His house had all marble and hardwood floors, the walls arching like some kind of vampire-ish mansion in a movie. The house loomed over me, making me feel even more uneasy. I glanced up at the tall man before me, he continued walking to his bedroom, the usual place of choice. I had become very familiar with his bedroom, but I had seen little of the other rooms in the giant house. Though that wasn't much of a surprise to me.
He grabbed my hand and spun me into his bedroom. The walls were dark purple, the windows had long red curtains on them and his bed matched the curtains. His bed has a black canopy over it, making everything rather dark whilst laying on the bed. He walked forward, forcing me to walk backwards until I fell back over the bed. Jay could tell I was scared of him, but I think that's why he liked me. His body came closer towards me until he was positioned above me, my body laying helplessly between his arms and legs. He bent in close, his hair brushing against my shirt and neck,
"How about I fuck you?" He asked greedily.
Although it was a question I knew that he was demanding it.
"No, please Jay, don't." I whispered.
I turned me head so that he couldn't look me in the eyes, his face reminded me of an evil junkyard dog, ready to kill the smaller dog for food.
"Why? Because you have to be somewhere? Because someone else is more important than me?" He spat evily against my ear.
I couldn't reply so I just quivered underneath him. His hands slipped onto my hips and then slightly up my shirt, I felt him grab the bottom of my shirt and start to pull up. I clenched my elbows against my sides, trying to stop him from pulling up. The next thing I know his fist crashes into my face. I let go, holding my hands to my now bleeding nose. Jay was going to have his way and I knew it, I just wish this wasn't happening.
"That's right you fucking whore!" He yelled at me as he flipped me over.
He started sliding my pants down. All I could hear was my own quiet sobs, all I could feel were the tears sliding down my face. I didn't want this. Why did Jay think that he could do whatever he wanted with me? Why was he like this? He was now pulling down my boxers, they rested with my pants around my ankles. I still wore my shoes and socks eve. I could hear the dreadful sound of his belt clinking and his pants sliding down. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt.
Jay bent down so his head was right next to my ear,
"You're going to fucking get what you deserve, Frankie."
He proceeded to shove the tip of his cock into me. I gasped into the sheets, not ready for the pain ahead. Just then Jay slammed into me, ripping me clear open. I screamed out from the pain, now my sobs were loud. I clenched my muscles, trying to stop the pain. My fists, my arms, everything, I was in so much pain.
"How did that feel Frank?" He asked, sliding out.
"Did it HURT?" He yelled, slamming back into me.
I let out another blood curdling scream. A long, painful groan escaped through my clenched teeth. I didn't even know if the tears could escape my eyes because of how tightly my eyes were closed.
Over and over Jay pounded into me, each time I let out a loud shout until they turned into helpless moans, almost like sobs. Behind me all I could hear were Jay's angry words and disgusting moans. The blood trickled down my legs relentlessly, covering Jay's sheets.
"Please. Stop." I cried harder and harder.
He only slammed into me harder until he found that special spot. I let out another scream. My body kept convulsing and I was gasping for air, helplessly trying to get away. I finally came onto his sheets and shortly after Jay did the same. He left his cock inside of me for a few seconds, his hot cum mixing with blood and dribbling back out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, curling up into a ball.
Jay had walked out of the room a few minutes after, going to clean himself up I assume. All I could do was lay there and stare at the clock on his bedside. It was one of the loud ass old fashioned alarm clocks with the metal bells on top. The time slowly ticked away and I was sure that Gerard had already left the coffee shop. If only he knew how horrible I felt. How I wanted to rewind the time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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WOOH. Done. Longer chapter. I feel better about this one. I also want to murder someone right now. Not a specific anyone. I'm just angry. Like MUY MUY angry. Grrrr. PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE ME LESS ANGRY?
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