Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

Today's my first day of school this year. The middle of September, I didn't finish the last of my Junior year due to.. issues but now I'm back. And the kid showing me around just so happens to be the vice principle's kid. At first I was kind of glad that he put me in Frank's classes and had him show me around. When I first saw him, I knew he was different. He was cute and stood out to me. The second the office lady brought me over to him I was happy. For the first time in a very very long time.

But Frank's wasn't so happy to see me. Every time I tried asking him something he'd blow me off or answer half the question. It was pretty clear that he had no interest in me.. Especially when he took me to the cafeteria. His exact words; "You're on your own."

I wanted to puke up blood when I heard that. I'm being abandoned.. again. But before I could protest to anything, he ran off. I watched him as he sat at his table with another two guys. The blonde one seemed pretty intimidating but the one with brown hair didn't look so tough. My eyes stayed glued on to them until they all turned and looked at me. I felt my face blush when their eyes darted at me. My first instinct was to go off and find somewhere to sit.

The only place I could find was an empty table over by a window. Everyone else in the school had their little cliques and everything. I was a cast out again.. But at least I have time to myself to think about things and what the fuck's going to go on when I go.. home.

New family, new place. Yeah, I'm an orphan. Embarrassing, right? This is my third foster home in eight years. Well.. I don't know if this one counts as a foster home. They found me on the streets and insisted that they take me in. I'm eighteen so I'm considered an adult. Meaning I can't live in some orphanage waiting to be adopted.

I was never adopted. I was just thrown back and forth between homes after I got taken away from my mom and my brother. Our family was just like any other. She loved us, cared for us. Spoiled us. For ten years until she started her.. habits. Which happened to be meth. She went crazy. She was a monster.. Not really her.. but the meth. It was a monster. It took control of my mom. She started acting weird. Every time we went to school she was passed out in her bed, and whenever me or Mikey had a bad dream in the middle of the night and went in her room hoping to crawl in bed with her and sleep with her. She would be wide awake. Pacing her floors, twitching. I never let Mikey watch that. It killed me seeing it and having a six year old see that would scar anyone for life.

Not too long after that she started beating us. She was always so angry.. She never ate. She just drank and smoked. I had to cook for me and Mikey. We lived off grilled cheese and cereal for a month because I didn't know how to cook anything else. Both of us came to school with bruises from mom coming in our room, taking things and selling it for money... for that monster..

One of Mikey's teachers found the bruises and flipped. She called social services and that same day we were stripped from our home. I was separated from Mikey cause of our age difference. After that day I never saw him again. I don't even know where he went. If he got a home. If he was even still alive..

I lived in the orphanage for four years till I got my first set of foster parents. They didn't even care about me, they just did it so they could get money from the government. Everyone thinking they were such saints cause they took in a meth baby. Well fuck that, they were anything but saints. My "sister" would crawl in the basement where I slept and she'd pin me to the floor and kiss me. It felt horrible. It felt so wrong. Even worse there was nothing I could even do about it. If I tried telling her parents they'd believe her over me any day.

So every night for two weeks she'd do that. All until she took it a step further. She started touching me, sticking her hands in places she shouldn't. She even put my hands on her. If I tried to refuse she'd slap my face or hit me with anything she could find.. I know that cause it happened twice. I couldn't deal with the pain so I put up with that for another month till she went all out and raped me.

The next day she cried to her parents, making up a story about me throwing her on the wall and raping her... But I didn't even touch her like she touched me. I didn't even want to. She made me.. But sure enough, her parents took her word and threw me back.

I waited for three years till someone else took me in. Just a man, no wife. No other kids. He was a lawyer so I thought things would be better. I hoped they would.. But it was just as bad as the last. He was a bloody pervert. He did the same thing she did. He forced himself into me, even if I screamed no one could hear me. He lived a lone and had a decent house with sound proof walls. He'd bribe me with things so I wouldn't tell.. He beat me so I would be too scared too..

I put up with him inside me for a year until I finally turned eighteen. I was finally free.. but I had no where to go. All I had was a bag full of clothes and a skateboard. I went back and forth through homeless shelters but I could only stay there for so long and they were always crowded. So I went on the streets. I'd walk around, some girls who walked passes gave me food or money. They only did it cause they felt bad. Girls are the only ones to really pitty anyone. Except the man who took me in. He saw me and new I needed help. He didn't just think it though, he gave me help. And I'm grateful as hell for it.



Frank's P.O.V

"Why is he dressed like that. this ain't no preppy catholic school." Justin sneers as he looks across the room at him.

"That's not even the worst of it, he wears eyeliner like he's that dude from Green Day." I join Justin on watching him. He just stared out the window as his leg bounced..

"Poser!" Bob yells, throwing fries across the room. The kid doesn't even turn around. He just stares out the window, not knowing what's even going on around him.

"Why do you even have to lead him around?" Justin leans have his body over the table to take food from Bob.

"I don't know, my dad said he was just like me but he was hella wrong. Anyways I get out of being expelled."

"You were going to be expelled?" Justin raises his eyebrow.

"Eventually, but my dad could use this and say I'm not that bad of a kid."

"But.. you are." Justin smirks.

"Fuck off." I joke at him before I look at Bob as he continues staring at him, cracking his knuckles.

"well, I saw we all give him a great big warm welcome." I watch his lip ring move with a devious smile.

"All in favor say I?"

"I!" We all shout in sync.

"Well.. Then it's settled." Bob smiles again.

Notes

Gerard's backround. Yay. Frank's friends, total jerks. But it's highschool. What can you expect. But yeah it's going to be a little confusing soon so FJDKASLFJASDL yeah.