You're someone you're not

After a few minutes of ice I got up the courage to waddle to my bedroom. I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. Yelp I'm fucked there is no way of hiding this from my ma when she gets home. I try not to worry her with this stuff she already has so much on her plate, finacial issues, raising two teenage boys alone, worry about our father, a high stress job. My ma was a super hero.
The accessories which now adorned my face included (but are not limited to) a sizable gash on my right eyebrow, a black eye on my left (using both hands, classy), a bruise that was streached across my nose (not broken to my delight), a bloody nose on both sides, and a fat lip. After I washed my face and put a bandaid on my eyebrow I dared to lift up my shirt. I could tell by the pain in my ribs when I walked there was some serious bruises happening.
Lovely seven giant bruises littered my stomach and chest. Purple blue black green yellow. I was a rainbow of bruises. Mmm sexy I'm sure Frank will love this. Sarcasm people. I am truly disgusting to look at. Also a peak at my genitals comfirmed my prior hypothesis of my dick bleeding.
I walked back into my room with gauze on my dick. I never thought I'd be able to say that. (in my mind at least)
There was a knock at the door. I groaned. Mikey opened the door with a phone in his hand.
"It's Frank," He said in a whisper as he walked over to me.
"Did you call him?" I mouthed at my little brother. Mikey just shook his head. Huh.
"Hey babe," I said. Goddamn bastard rubbing off on me his stupid pet names. Mikey left the room.
"Hi," There was something not right about his tone. It was too formal too stiff.
"Did you know we are in a magazine? I thought you said-" I started with worry.
"That's what I was calling you about actually," Frank said cutting me off. This was not Frank this was someone else. All of a sudden I felt like I couldn't breathe. Like someone has sucker punched me for the millionth time today. This is not what I wanted I just wanted to talk to my boyfriend and him to tell me everything is going to be alright maybe offer to play hookie with me and hangout with my beat up self, but not this.
"What's wrong is everything alright?" My voice was high and pinched. My eyes began to wter. Why am I crying nothing has happened yet. Oh god what's happening.
"No. Gerard we need to break up. My family's image can't be risked if I'm seen with you again," Frank's voice remained steady. He'd been practicing this. I feel like my soul had just been ripped out of my chest. But suddenly I wasn't hurt anymore. I was pissed.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU DO, FRANK?! YOU JUST TELL PEOPLE YOU LOVE THEM THEN FUCKING THROW THEM AWAY?! WHAT BECUASE DADDY DOESN'T LIKE THEM?"
"Gerard-" Frank broke in with a calm tone which pissed me off more.
"No shut up! You're pathetic. Pathetic. And weak to let your dad do that. You are not the boy I met handing out flyers in the park, not even close!" I spat the threw the phone hoping they'd hurt him. I want to hurt him. I want him to feel want I feel, but I don't know that that's possible.
"Gerard, please" Frank begged. I heard his voice shutter. Good.
"Tell that to you fucking extra large box of condoms and all the phone numbers in your desk. I'm sure they'll love you, make you feel normal. That is until you decide you don't fucking want them anymore. You can pull the daddy told me so act on them too I'm sure. FUCK FRANK, YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!" I'd lost it. I clutched my chest and sobbed. On the other end of the line I could hear muffled noises.
"Gerard we're done. Please don't contact me again," Frank said not trying to hide the pain in his voice.
FUCK. ffuck it hurts so bad. Worse than getting kicked in the balls worse than anything that those assholes could've done to me. I wasn't even crying anymore just sobbing and screaming.
"ARGHH FUC-!" I slammed my head back against the walll with a loud bang. Nothing could be worse than this.
"Gee shh it's ok it's alright. I'm here shhshh" Mikey was suddenly in my room his arms wrapped around me rockig me like I was a little kid. I grapled onto my little brother and crayed into his shoulder.
"Why does it hurt so much, Mikey?" I looked up at him. He knew excatly what happened already. Of course he did. He knew what was going to happen when he saw that article. Somewhere in me knew too but a bigger part of me wanted to ignore it pretend everything was going to go on fine.
" It's because you love him," Mikey petted my hair as a new wave of tears ran down my face salt stinging my cuts. Of course I love him, but he broke me.

Notes

rather short chapter.
I AM SO SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.