Love Is A Crazy Cycle Is Being Restarted
Weekend At Frank's House.
Gerard
"I, I'd love to come over, just, just let me get some stuff from my house really fast."
"Okay babe."
As I walk out of the room, Frank slaps my ass and I blush wildly. I quickly run home and grab some of my essentials, lie my lip gloss, my lipstick, eyeliner, hair brush, some extra shirts, pants, and underwear, a couple of comic books and my other pair of converse. I grabbed my bag, put all of my shit in it, and set off for Frank's place. Before I could step outside though, the front door shut. Shit. Dad's back from work.
"Where do you think you're going young man?"
"A friend's house, one of my friends invited me to a party this weekend up at the lake."
"No fag son of mine is going to a fucking party dressed as a skank."
He slapped me across the cheek. The force knocked me down to the floor, causing me to cup my stinging cheek in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'll just, I'll call them and cancel."
"Make it quick, you slut."
He walked into the kitchen and I took my chance and I ran. I texted Mikey telling him to go stay at Grandma's until I came to get him. I'm sick of this shit. Just because I'm a guy who dresses like a girl doesn't give my dad the right to, to abuse me. Or my family, for that matter. I got a quick reply from Mikey that said "Okay, just be careful."
I continued walking until I came up to a music store. I went in. I walked over to the rock and roll section and started flipping through the music quietly.
"Gerard?"
I turned around. Frank was standing there, in a Doom Patrol shirt holding a Pink Floyd CD.
"Um, hi Frank."
"How are you?"
He looked at my cheek. His face turned into a frown. He touched my face gently, turning my head to see the bruise on my face.
"Gerard, who did that to you?"
"No one, I, I fell down the stairs."
"Bullshit. I know a bruise when I see one. Who hurt you?"
"No one. Just, don't worry about it."
"Dammit Gerard, stop acting like you're okay, I know you aren't please, tell me what happened."
"Okay, just, not here, okay?"
"Okay, we can go to my place."
"Okay."
He took my hand and led me out of the store after buying the CD. We got into the car and he drove us to his home.
"I, I'd love to come over, just, just let me get some stuff from my house really fast."
"Okay babe."
As I walk out of the room, Frank slaps my ass and I blush wildly. I quickly run home and grab some of my essentials, lie my lip gloss, my lipstick, eyeliner, hair brush, some extra shirts, pants, and underwear, a couple of comic books and my other pair of converse. I grabbed my bag, put all of my shit in it, and set off for Frank's place. Before I could step outside though, the front door shut. Shit. Dad's back from work.
"Where do you think you're going young man?"
"A friend's house, one of my friends invited me to a party this weekend up at the lake."
"No fag son of mine is going to a fucking party dressed as a skank."
He slapped me across the cheek. The force knocked me down to the floor, causing me to cup my stinging cheek in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'll just, I'll call them and cancel."
"Make it quick, you slut."
He walked into the kitchen and I took my chance and I ran. I texted Mikey telling him to go stay at Grandma's until I came to get him. I'm sick of this shit. Just because I'm a guy who dresses like a girl doesn't give my dad the right to, to abuse me. Or my family, for that matter. I got a quick reply from Mikey that said "Okay, just be careful."
I continued walking until I came up to a music store. I went in. I walked over to the rock and roll section and started flipping through the music quietly.
"Gerard?"
I turned around. Frank was standing there, in a Doom Patrol shirt holding a Pink Floyd CD.
"Um, hi Frank."
"How are you?"
He looked at my cheek. His face turned into a frown. He touched my face gently, turning my head to see the bruise on my face.
"Gerard, who did that to you?"
"No one, I, I fell down the stairs."
"Bullshit. I know a bruise when I see one. Who hurt you?"
"No one. Just, don't worry about it."
"Dammit Gerard, stop acting like you're okay, I know you aren't please, tell me what happened."
"Okay, just, not here, okay?"
"Okay, we can go to my place."
"Okay."
He took my hand and led me out of the store after buying the CD. We got into the car and he drove us to his home.
Notes
Sorry it is so short. I wanted to get something down because I will be gone this weekend. But guess what? I have a two week break starting this coming Monday!!!
Question of the Day/Night:
What are you getting for Christmas? If you don't know, what do you want?
I am getting mcr guitar pick earrings, a killjoy jacket, the first four comic books to True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys series, all five action figures from the Three Cheers album, a bunch of band shirts, and a BVB hoodie. I hope you all have a smashing weekend and I will see you soon!
Sweet Horrors and Terrible Nightmares
XOXO
Tears
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Coffee does kick in the moment you get tired. I'm the living dead until about 9 pm.
2/19/14