Hope’s pov:

What the hell just happened!? I entered my room and closed the door behind me.

Oh damn. My entire body was shivering and felt warm all over.

What was wrong with me? He is at least ten years older or something! Why didn’t I push him away when I had the chance?

I sighed. Because you were fucking enjoying it, Hope. Admit it…

I threw the clothes on the chair in front of the bed and sat down.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

I’ll admit… I didn’t mind at first, him coming on to me. But then everything came back. Fucking Korse haunting me everywhere I go… Was I ever going to have a normal relationship? I pictured it now.
Oh yeah, sorry, can’t get intimate, because of some fucked up bald asshole!

I kicked the chair.

Shit. It made more sound then I had hoped for it to make. Let’s just hope Gerard didn’t hear that…

I sighed. I wasn’t going to sleep tonight… I had slept for hours today.

So, I decided to stay up and check out the room. I walked past some cupboards and dressers and opened them. I looked inside.

Nothing. Wow, what a… cozy place.

Wait a minute. In the upper drawer of one dresser were some pictures. Ha, it was Frank when he was young. And another one of Frank, with more people on it. Hey, this was Ray. With… His family I guess?

I looked over to a picture with two children on it. ‘Mikey and Gerard Way’, it said. Way, huh. There was another picture, where they were standing next to two older people. I guess these people were their parents.

I heard my door open and somehow I knew it was Gerard.

“You looked so happy here, what happened?” I asked without looking up.

“Korse happened.” Gerard walked over to me and looked at the pictures.

“I remember this one…” He touched the picture. “This was taken a week before my father got killed.” He sounded cold, like he was repressing his emotions.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I put back the picture and looked at him from the corner of my eye.

“And… Your mother? Is she still alive?” Why did I ask that, what if…

“No.” See! Goddammit Hope…

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t have asked…” I was about to close the drawer, but Gerard grabbed the picture of him and Mikey.

“So… Guess you know my name now.” He looked at me.

“Yeah, but I already knew. In fact, I know all your names. Frank called you by your name and you called Mikey by his. Later I figured out the guy with the afro was called Ray.”

He smiled. “Let me guess, and Frank just gave you his name?”

“Yup.” I laughed. It was quite a stupid action if you think about it. They didn’t want their names to go ‘public’, but Frank was, metaphorically speaking, shouting it from the rooftops.

“No, but seriously, Hope… I’m sorry about before.” He tried, he really did, but I just looked at the ground.

“It’s… Okay.” I muttered.

“No, I made you uncomfortable. Hell, I might have done the same thing Korse did to you! I’m no better than him right now.”

“Yes, you are.” I said calmly and I walked over to the bed.

“No, I’m not… Hope…” He walked towards me.

I interrupted him. “I said you are.” This sounded a bit mean…

“Why?” His face looked like it was going to explode with questions.

“Because Korse was a molester, he couldn’t control himself and he did it because of other reasons than you have.” I looked at Gerard now.

He smirked. “You don’t even know me. How do you know what my reasons are?”

I blushed. “Because you didn’t have the same look in your eyes as Korse.”

I sat on the bed and Gerard looked down at me. “But you were scared of me.”

“Not of you, of my memories. Some stuff just came back and I… I freaked a bit.”

Gerard sat down next to me.

“Oh… I’m sorry then. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He stared at the wall.

“I know.” I shifted my legs a bit. God, they hurt again. I whined.

“You okay?” Gerard turned his head.

“Yeah, it’s just that everything hurts again. This morning I was fine, but…”

"Uhm..." Gerard started stuttering. "I... think I know what might be the cause."

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