This is my fault.

My entire fault.

Mikey left me alone to my thoughts a few minutes ago and the more I thought about it the guiltier I felt.

This is my fault.

I deserved it.

Gerard shouldn’t love me.

I’m the one that has a problem.

This is my fault not his.

God, I am such an idiot!

Now Gerard is out there most likely pissed!

And he won’t want me back.

I don’t deserve him.

I was in my room now, feeling worse every minute.

I want –no, need- Gerard to take me back.

It’s my own fault, I know.

When he comes home I’ll tell him I’m sorry and ask him to take me back.

Let’s just hope he still wants me.

-----Time Lapse-----

It was so late now, around 5am.

Where the fuck is Gerard?!

He shouldn’t be out so late.

This is my fa-

Wait.

Did he have blood this morning?

…No, he didn’t.

Fuck.

If a Dom spends more than 12 hours without blood they can get really sick and weak…or in some cases they die.

¡FUCKFUCKKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Oh, fuck!

Gerard could die and it’s my entire fault!

Just then the door slammed open and in stumbled a beat-up-drunk-as-fuck-bloody Gerard.

Dear god! Well at least he’s alive.

“Gerard! What happened?! Oh my god!”

I kneeled down next to him and looked at his hands.

They were bleeding…a lot.

And he was a bruised bloody mess.

This is all my fault.

I asked what had happened and he answered with a simple ‘fight’.

I kissed his split lip as soft as I could and whispered “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

I smiled and I could still see all the love in his eyes.

I don’t deserve him.

I helped him get up and did my best to get him to his room.

Once there I helped him gently lay down on his bed.

It was kind of awkward and since I couldn’t really help a lot I saw him wince every once in a while.

“Wait a sec. I’m going to go get some stuff to clean you up.” I said before I walked out of his room and went on a hunt to find the necessary cleaning stuff.

Once I had found them I hurried back to his room.

I started by cleaning his hands and then the rest of him. He was such a mess.

I started to cry about mid way.

I was so sad I felt so guilty.

“What’s wrong honey?” Gerard questioned, just above a whisper.

“I just- I am so so sorry Gerard. This is my fault. Everything is my fault! I deserved that punch. And I deserved all the bad stuff that could happen to me I’m just so sorry. I was such a bitch and you where always there for me and now you finally saw how big of a fuck up I am and I’m so sorry! And I don’t deserve you but please, ‘Rard, please don’t leave me?”

Notes

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title from Blink 182s 'I Miss You'