Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > My Little Stray.
Kayyyyy. So I still keep getting only TWO reviewssss. What the fudge biscuits. So yeah, this chapter is going to be kind of sad, but certainly happy at the same time. =D Onwards! BTW THIS CHAPTER IS FINALLY DONE!!!
-Finch
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Although I had planned on just coming home and moping around on my couch for hours, my plan was interrupted by a not-so-healthy Mikey. So I proceeded in sulking to my bedroom. I walked into the room that was still scattered with drawings and garbage, just as I had left it. My room was certainly not the happiest looking room ever. The walls were all maroon except one white wall and I had black blinds. My bed spread was simply white sheets and a black comforter, never made of course. My room was as I had left it, although it would look much better with a Frank lying beneath the blanket. Again I'm thinking about him! God, stop that! I flopped onto my bed in hopes of forgetting about Frankie. I snuggled into the soft bed and stared out the slits in my blinds. The sky was foggy and it was no doubt going to rain soon. Where are you Frank?
Before I knew it I was drifting off into a deep sleep. Nightmares flooded my mind. What id Frankie was in trouble? Why was I just laying here? What a good friend I was, huh? No, Frank probably wasn’t in trouble, it’s just my mind trying to convince me that he doesn’t hate me. I know the truth though. Frank never wants to see me again, right? I thought about these things unconsciously as I slept and they messed with my head, making me think that Frankie was right there with me, laying bloodied and dead on the floor. Please let Frank be okay, even if he does hate me. Please let Frank be okay. If anything... please let him be okay.
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I stayed there on his bed for about 10 minutes, not daring to move. I was still in so much pain. There's no way to describe how much I wanted to get up. To run to Gerard and stay in his arms forever. There was only two problems, 1, I was in too much pain, 2, I doubt Gerard felt that way about me. So I was stuck, laying in the bed of a bad who had just raped me, half naked and still bleeding, wanting to run away but not having enough strength. The world kept falling piece by piece, and truthfullym I think that's harder than when it just crashes on you.
You have to watch as eveything you loved is torn apart little by little. You get to watch the very evolution of desrtuction and there's nothing, I tell you nothing, that you can do to stop it. That's the worst feeling in the world. Sure, maybe there's a little perk here and there, little glimpses of happiness that make you think that you might turn out okay, but in the end you're back where you started. I wanted this feeling to stop. I wanted to help myself instead of relying on others.
Jay walked back into the room, re-clohted and wet from a shower.
"Get out of my house, my girlfriend's coming home in 15 minutes."
Yeah. I know what you're thinking. Some insane guy who uses me for sex and barely pays me(not to mention who just raped me), lives with his fucking girlfriend. Once we had almost been caught, but he convinced her that I had stolen some of his money and he was trying to beat me up for it. That time I hadn't gotten the money even. She was still suspicious though. I think her name was something like Teresa, or Tarla, or something pretty that started with a T. She was very attractive and I had no idea why Jay wouldn't get satisfaction from her.
So I had 15 minutes to get out of here or else worse would come to worse and Jay would end up beating me up until there was but a faint pulse, then he would throw me out onto the streets. I had to get up and out of this house before she came home. I had to. Wiht all of the strength I reached down to pull up my pants. I had to go slowly. First my boxers. The my pants. Screw buckling my belt. Then I had I reach down onto the floor and grab my shirt. The next part was the hardest.
I forced myself to turn into my back, staring up and the canopy above me. Then I sat up, wincing in pain. After I managed to get my shirt on I had to make it out of the door, through the hall, and into the street, where I would be helpless and lonely once again. Just as soon as I had stood up I fell back down again. Damn did my ass hurt. My muslces ached. My head throbbed and my eyelids fluttered.
Once again I forced myself up into a standing postion and limped my way to the bedroom door. I reached out with a shaky hand and grasped the golden door knob. I slowly opened it and shimmied my way through the door. There, standing no more than two feet away, was Jay's girlfrined. Wonderful. I tried to gather myself enough to walk past her and ignore her ugly glare. Jay always had friends over and she knew that, but I wasn't just another friend and somehwere inside she knew it. Even though we weren't lovers(I could never love a monster like Jay) there was still stuff going on.
There wasn't much I could do but limp away and hope that she didn't say anything to me.
"What were you doing here, Frank?" She asked, stopping me just as I was about to pass her.
Her tone sent chills up my spine.
"J-just hanging out with Jay." I replied weakly.
She turned sharply to look at me and I tried not to turn to her.
"Just 'hanging out'? Don't give me that bullshit you little whore. What were you doing with my boyfriend?"
I couldn't help myself.
"I am a whore." I said more to myself than to her.
"I fucking knew it!" She yelled, shoving me sideways onto the ground.
I clenched my body and hit the floor, wincing. Then she started kicking me and stomping on me.
"FUCK! YOU!" She screamed at me over and over again.
I couldn't walk very well in the first place but now I had to walk around with my whole body aching. Jay came running down the hall.
"What the hell is going on?!" He yelled running over to me.
His girlfriend slapped him a good one before screaming again.
"You've been sleeping with this little whore! That's what's been going on!"
I sat on the floor, scooting my way back against the wall, whiping away the blood from my mouth as I watched.
"Tiara, whatever he told you was a lie! I swear!" He yelled, throwing his arms out to the side.
He fucking raped me! What the hell!?
"Bullshit, Jay! You've been fucking this kid for the past two months!"
I tried to scramble up from the floor only to see Jay's face turn toward me. HEe was steaming mad. I made a mad dash down the hall, hoping to God that somehow I made it out of here alive. I was still bleeding in various places. Every article of clothing that I was wearing was stained.
My hands shook as I tried opening the door. It was hard to do things normally whne you're being chased by an insane rapist. I finally got the door open but I could still hear Jay's loud footsteps behind me. As soon as I was out of his house I made a mad dash to the only safe place I could go. Gee's house.
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I had been sleeping in my bed for about an hour. My sleep was not restful at all and I tossed and turned. Waking up every 10 minutes for seemingly no reason. After sitting in my bed for about five minutes after one of my little "wake ups" I heard a loud noise. It sounded like someone beating on something. My ears had to adjust for a few moments before I realized that it was someone banging on my door. I knew that Mikey wasn't going ot get it but I abviously wasn't in the mood to get my ass out of bed. That's when I heard the screaming.
"GERARD! GERARD OPEN THE DOOR!" Someone was screaming my name.
It was muffled but I knew exactly who it was. I bolted up from my bed, out the door, and through my house. My hand opened the door quickly and all I saw was a flash of someone's body falling toward me. I caught them before they could hit the floor. As I had expected it was Frank. I studied his body for a moment before realizing that it was blood stained and slightly torn. My eyes widened in shock.
"Frank... Frank what the hell happened?!" I asked, pulling him up so he could stand.
Frank stood for a few seconds, looking me in the eyes. His mouth was dripping blood as well as his nose. It looked as if he had been badly beaten up. His eyes were welling with tears and his lip quivered slightly,
"I-I'm sorry I didn't show up Gee." He was bloodied and torn and all he could say was that he was sorry for not showing up.
His body collapsed once more into me and I cuaght him by his shoulders. There was nothing else to do but lay him down in my house so I scooped him up and carried him inside. What happened to poor little Frankie? His hand rested on my chest and his face was turned into me, tryig to hide his tears. I kicked my door open, seing as I had left it ajar when I bolted out. I set his body down as gently as possible on my bed and sat on the edge, staring down at his weak figure.
"Frankie... what happened to you?" I asked slowly.
"I-I didn't make it..." He told me in a raspy voice.
"I don't care that you didn't make it! I just want to know who did this to you."
"J-Jay... He raped me. His girlfriend came home... and she hurt me. I'm so sorry Gerard." His voice was so shaky that it almost made me burst into tears.
He gave me once last pitiful look before closing his eyes and falling asleep on my bed. I stroked his hair like an injured animal. Whoever this Jay guy was was going to pay. I swear it.
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OKAY OKAY! Jeeeeez. It's finished! Ahaha. Sorry guys. I don't have a computer that I can save any files on because it's either my mom's or my dad's that I'm using. And I keep having to stop in the middle of things because I can't get on for more thant 10-15 minutes at a time. -___- I'll try to get more time on the computer from now on, but no promises! =( Sorry babes. Anyways, REVIEW!!
Thanks for waiting by the way!
-Finch
-Finch
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Although I had planned on just coming home and moping around on my couch for hours, my plan was interrupted by a not-so-healthy Mikey. So I proceeded in sulking to my bedroom. I walked into the room that was still scattered with drawings and garbage, just as I had left it. My room was certainly not the happiest looking room ever. The walls were all maroon except one white wall and I had black blinds. My bed spread was simply white sheets and a black comforter, never made of course. My room was as I had left it, although it would look much better with a Frank lying beneath the blanket. Again I'm thinking about him! God, stop that! I flopped onto my bed in hopes of forgetting about Frankie. I snuggled into the soft bed and stared out the slits in my blinds. The sky was foggy and it was no doubt going to rain soon. Where are you Frank?
Before I knew it I was drifting off into a deep sleep. Nightmares flooded my mind. What id Frankie was in trouble? Why was I just laying here? What a good friend I was, huh? No, Frank probably wasn’t in trouble, it’s just my mind trying to convince me that he doesn’t hate me. I know the truth though. Frank never wants to see me again, right? I thought about these things unconsciously as I slept and they messed with my head, making me think that Frankie was right there with me, laying bloodied and dead on the floor. Please let Frank be okay, even if he does hate me. Please let Frank be okay. If anything... please let him be okay.
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I stayed there on his bed for about 10 minutes, not daring to move. I was still in so much pain. There's no way to describe how much I wanted to get up. To run to Gerard and stay in his arms forever. There was only two problems, 1, I was in too much pain, 2, I doubt Gerard felt that way about me. So I was stuck, laying in the bed of a bad who had just raped me, half naked and still bleeding, wanting to run away but not having enough strength. The world kept falling piece by piece, and truthfullym I think that's harder than when it just crashes on you.
You have to watch as eveything you loved is torn apart little by little. You get to watch the very evolution of desrtuction and there's nothing, I tell you nothing, that you can do to stop it. That's the worst feeling in the world. Sure, maybe there's a little perk here and there, little glimpses of happiness that make you think that you might turn out okay, but in the end you're back where you started. I wanted this feeling to stop. I wanted to help myself instead of relying on others.
Jay walked back into the room, re-clohted and wet from a shower.
"Get out of my house, my girlfriend's coming home in 15 minutes."
Yeah. I know what you're thinking. Some insane guy who uses me for sex and barely pays me(not to mention who just raped me), lives with his fucking girlfriend. Once we had almost been caught, but he convinced her that I had stolen some of his money and he was trying to beat me up for it. That time I hadn't gotten the money even. She was still suspicious though. I think her name was something like Teresa, or Tarla, or something pretty that started with a T. She was very attractive and I had no idea why Jay wouldn't get satisfaction from her.
So I had 15 minutes to get out of here or else worse would come to worse and Jay would end up beating me up until there was but a faint pulse, then he would throw me out onto the streets. I had to get up and out of this house before she came home. I had to. Wiht all of the strength I reached down to pull up my pants. I had to go slowly. First my boxers. The my pants. Screw buckling my belt. Then I had I reach down onto the floor and grab my shirt. The next part was the hardest.
I forced myself to turn into my back, staring up and the canopy above me. Then I sat up, wincing in pain. After I managed to get my shirt on I had to make it out of the door, through the hall, and into the street, where I would be helpless and lonely once again. Just as soon as I had stood up I fell back down again. Damn did my ass hurt. My muslces ached. My head throbbed and my eyelids fluttered.
Once again I forced myself up into a standing postion and limped my way to the bedroom door. I reached out with a shaky hand and grasped the golden door knob. I slowly opened it and shimmied my way through the door. There, standing no more than two feet away, was Jay's girlfrined. Wonderful. I tried to gather myself enough to walk past her and ignore her ugly glare. Jay always had friends over and she knew that, but I wasn't just another friend and somehwere inside she knew it. Even though we weren't lovers(I could never love a monster like Jay) there was still stuff going on.
There wasn't much I could do but limp away and hope that she didn't say anything to me.
"What were you doing here, Frank?" She asked, stopping me just as I was about to pass her.
Her tone sent chills up my spine.
"J-just hanging out with Jay." I replied weakly.
She turned sharply to look at me and I tried not to turn to her.
"Just 'hanging out'? Don't give me that bullshit you little whore. What were you doing with my boyfriend?"
I couldn't help myself.
"I am a whore." I said more to myself than to her.
"I fucking knew it!" She yelled, shoving me sideways onto the ground.
I clenched my body and hit the floor, wincing. Then she started kicking me and stomping on me.
"FUCK! YOU!" She screamed at me over and over again.
I couldn't walk very well in the first place but now I had to walk around with my whole body aching. Jay came running down the hall.
"What the hell is going on?!" He yelled running over to me.
His girlfriend slapped him a good one before screaming again.
"You've been sleeping with this little whore! That's what's been going on!"
I sat on the floor, scooting my way back against the wall, whiping away the blood from my mouth as I watched.
"Tiara, whatever he told you was a lie! I swear!" He yelled, throwing his arms out to the side.
He fucking raped me! What the hell!?
"Bullshit, Jay! You've been fucking this kid for the past two months!"
I tried to scramble up from the floor only to see Jay's face turn toward me. HEe was steaming mad. I made a mad dash down the hall, hoping to God that somehow I made it out of here alive. I was still bleeding in various places. Every article of clothing that I was wearing was stained.
My hands shook as I tried opening the door. It was hard to do things normally whne you're being chased by an insane rapist. I finally got the door open but I could still hear Jay's loud footsteps behind me. As soon as I was out of his house I made a mad dash to the only safe place I could go. Gee's house.
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I had been sleeping in my bed for about an hour. My sleep was not restful at all and I tossed and turned. Waking up every 10 minutes for seemingly no reason. After sitting in my bed for about five minutes after one of my little "wake ups" I heard a loud noise. It sounded like someone beating on something. My ears had to adjust for a few moments before I realized that it was someone banging on my door. I knew that Mikey wasn't going ot get it but I abviously wasn't in the mood to get my ass out of bed. That's when I heard the screaming.
"GERARD! GERARD OPEN THE DOOR!" Someone was screaming my name.
It was muffled but I knew exactly who it was. I bolted up from my bed, out the door, and through my house. My hand opened the door quickly and all I saw was a flash of someone's body falling toward me. I caught them before they could hit the floor. As I had expected it was Frank. I studied his body for a moment before realizing that it was blood stained and slightly torn. My eyes widened in shock.
"Frank... Frank what the hell happened?!" I asked, pulling him up so he could stand.
Frank stood for a few seconds, looking me in the eyes. His mouth was dripping blood as well as his nose. It looked as if he had been badly beaten up. His eyes were welling with tears and his lip quivered slightly,
"I-I'm sorry I didn't show up Gee." He was bloodied and torn and all he could say was that he was sorry for not showing up.
His body collapsed once more into me and I cuaght him by his shoulders. There was nothing else to do but lay him down in my house so I scooped him up and carried him inside. What happened to poor little Frankie? His hand rested on my chest and his face was turned into me, tryig to hide his tears. I kicked my door open, seing as I had left it ajar when I bolted out. I set his body down as gently as possible on my bed and sat on the edge, staring down at his weak figure.
"Frankie... what happened to you?" I asked slowly.
"I-I didn't make it..." He told me in a raspy voice.
"I don't care that you didn't make it! I just want to know who did this to you."
"J-Jay... He raped me. His girlfriend came home... and she hurt me. I'm so sorry Gerard." His voice was so shaky that it almost made me burst into tears.
He gave me once last pitiful look before closing his eyes and falling asleep on my bed. I stroked his hair like an injured animal. Whoever this Jay guy was was going to pay. I swear it.
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OKAY OKAY! Jeeeeez. It's finished! Ahaha. Sorry guys. I don't have a computer that I can save any files on because it's either my mom's or my dad's that I'm using. And I keep having to stop in the middle of things because I can't get on for more thant 10-15 minutes at a time. -___- I'll try to get more time on the computer from now on, but no promises! =( Sorry babes. Anyways, REVIEW!!
Thanks for waiting by the way!
-Finch
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