Like Ghosts In The Sun

I open my eyes the next morning and see three faces, all staring at me.
"Uh... hi guys." I say, kinda creeped out.
"Moooooorning!" shouts Frank. I stand up and stretch. I look at the clock. It's 7am.
"Coffee?" asks Gerard. I nod and he brings me a full mug of black coffee. I quickly drink it and hand the empty mug back to Gerard. I glance out the window. It's raining pretty heavily. I love it when it rains. I don't really know why, though.
Frank sits down on the ground with his legs crossed.
"So." he says. "You and Mikey."
"Frank, shut the fuck up." says Mikey.
"No, I wanna know how this happened." Frank looks at Gerard and laughs. "You've known her for how long? Has it even been a day?"
"Frank. Seriously." Mikey says sternly.
"I just think that you guys must have really clicked to have started going out so quickly."
Mikey remains silent. Gerard and Frank laugh unnaturally loudly, and I just kinda stand there awkwardly.
"You guys want breakfast?" Mikey asks us all, after Gerard and Frank stop laughing.
"Nah, I should probably run home and get ready for school..." I say, yawning.
"Fuck that, let's go to Walmart!" shouts Frank. We all stare at him. I mean, we could go anywhere in the city and he chooses Walmart.
"What?" Frank asks. "I wanna get a copy of The Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"Frank, you already have that movie. I was there when you bought it." says Gerard.
"MAYBE I WANT ANOTHER ONE. FUCK YOU." shouts Frank, before he flings himself face-first onto the couch. He looks up and says "I broke the CD when I tried putting it in the DVD player."
We all crack up laughing. After about 10 straight minutes of hardcore laughter, we decide that we definitely are going to Walmart. The guys all get ready to go, and Frank tells me that we'll stop off at my place so I can get ready. I don't think anyone's going to be home, it's not that early. Once everyone is fully dressed in band shirts and skinny jeans, we all pile into Frank's truck and he drives us down to my house. I had to give him directions because he didn't know where my street was, even though it was only a block away. The guys wait in the car while I run inside to get dressed.
I stop dead in my tracks.
"Well, look who it is! It's my shitty excuse of a daughter!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!" I shout at my father. How on earth did he find us? We moved to a completely different country!
"You'll speak to me with a little more respect, you little emo slut!" he says, then he punches me across the jaw. I fall to the ground and he kicks me in the stomach. I scream, hoping that one of the guys will hear me. My father kicks me again, then he pulls me up by my hair and says "Screaming won't help you. No one's gonna hear you!"
But they did.
At that very moment, Gerard, Mikey and Frank burst through the front door. My father drops me, and I fall limply to the ground. Gerard throws a punch at my father, which must have been a pretty fucking good punch because it was enough to knock him out. Mikey runs over to me and carefully wraps his arms around me.
"Holy shit, what did he do to you?" he asks.
"I'm okay, he's done worse." I reply. I wasn't lying, one time he smashed a glass vase over my head. He's stabbed me, cut me, he even shot me in the arm once. That's why we moved away.
"Oh, Anita..." Mikey says sympathetically. He pulls a tissue out of his pocket and gently glides it over my cheek. I must be bleeding. Gerard and Frank kneel down next to me. I feel a tear fall down my cheek.
"Maybe we shouldn't go to Walmart." says Gerard.
"Agreed." says Frank quietly.
"Where did he hit you, Ni?" asks Gerard. I pull my shirt up to see that large bruises had already started forming over my ribs and stomach.
"Oh my god..." says Mikey. I pull my shirt back down and try to stand up. It makes my head hurt like hell. Gerard, Frank and Mikey all stand up too.
"Hang on." I say, before slowly walking into the living room. When I return, everyone looks at me, concerned.
"What's up?" asks Frank. I smile, then I hand him a DVD.
"The Rocky Horror Picture show." I say to him.

Notes

I'm not gonna update any more today, I've made myself really angry. ANITA'S DAD IS SUCH AN ASSBUTT HOLY FUCK I HATE HIM
*ahem* sorry
ANYWAY
Let me know if you like the story c:
Also, for my lovely readers, a beautiful image I found on tumblr.