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I stood up and ran out of the bathroom. My things were still thrown on the floor in the empty hallway. I grabbed everything and threw it in my locker not giving a shit about what any of it was. All I did was grab my phone and jacket then started to head back to my house. I could feel my face steaming and I knew there were tears dripping down my face, not like anyone would care.
I went inside and ran straight to my room ignoring the confused gerard who must've been waiting for me. I felt bad but gee must've been home already for almost an hour, and did he really think I'd feel like talking? I was honestly worried because I didn't know what happened to him this morning, but if Nathan's friends were around then it wasn't anything too horrible, well not anything sexual at least.
"Mikey open the fucking door! We really need to about what happened!"
"we can talk with the door closed."
"MIKEY!"
i opened the door and gerard ran in before I could change my mind. He pushed me onto my bed and stood in front of me. "Mikey how long has this been going on?!" "What?"
"Them! Nathan, and the others how long have they been hurting you? Mikey I was crying because of how bad they hurt me! They told me I was being a wimp and you always took the beatings without a sound, which they preferred." "Oh... Uhm..just..a couple weeks. They just started picking on me." Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie!!!! Nathan's been after me since 8th fucking grade!!"
"what did they make you do?" I asked hoping they didnt make gerard do anything to stupid, they always make me do something for them after a beating, like stealing shit or doing their dirtywork.
"They didnt make me do anything...they did stuff to me..they beat me. Why what do they make you do?"
I just looked up at him with disbelief. I'm not talking about things Nathan makes me do I'm talking about how they always make me do bad things, like stealing, lying, buying their drugs for them...
"mikey tell me"
"NO" I screamed in his face I really didnt want to talk anymore. I sprung off the bed and tried to run out but gee was to fast and even though he missed my wrist he fell and grabbed my ankle which caused me to scream in pain and fall to the ground.
"Mikey what's wrong with your ankle?"
"NOTHING!!" I yelled trying to pull it out of his grip,but he climbed on top of me and sat on my leg. "Gerard!!! Stop!!"
He refused to let go and started rolling up my black skinny jeans.
"MIKEY!! Wh-when?..w-wh-why?..."
there was no way that he'd believe that the scars covering my ankle and calf aren't from self harm.
I went inside and ran straight to my room ignoring the confused gerard who must've been waiting for me. I felt bad but gee must've been home already for almost an hour, and did he really think I'd feel like talking? I was honestly worried because I didn't know what happened to him this morning, but if Nathan's friends were around then it wasn't anything too horrible, well not anything sexual at least.
"Mikey open the fucking door! We really need to about what happened!"
"we can talk with the door closed."
"MIKEY!"
i opened the door and gerard ran in before I could change my mind. He pushed me onto my bed and stood in front of me. "Mikey how long has this been going on?!" "What?"
"Them! Nathan, and the others how long have they been hurting you? Mikey I was crying because of how bad they hurt me! They told me I was being a wimp and you always took the beatings without a sound, which they preferred." "Oh... Uhm..just..a couple weeks. They just started picking on me." Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie!!!! Nathan's been after me since 8th fucking grade!!"
"what did they make you do?" I asked hoping they didnt make gerard do anything to stupid, they always make me do something for them after a beating, like stealing shit or doing their dirtywork.
"They didnt make me do anything...they did stuff to me..they beat me. Why what do they make you do?"
I just looked up at him with disbelief. I'm not talking about things Nathan makes me do I'm talking about how they always make me do bad things, like stealing, lying, buying their drugs for them...
"mikey tell me"
"NO" I screamed in his face I really didnt want to talk anymore. I sprung off the bed and tried to run out but gee was to fast and even though he missed my wrist he fell and grabbed my ankle which caused me to scream in pain and fall to the ground.
"Mikey what's wrong with your ankle?"
"NOTHING!!" I yelled trying to pull it out of his grip,but he climbed on top of me and sat on my leg. "Gerard!!! Stop!!"
He refused to let go and started rolling up my black skinny jeans.
"MIKEY!! Wh-when?..w-wh-why?..."
there was no way that he'd believe that the scars covering my ankle and calf aren't from self harm.
11/23/13