Paging Dr. Way

I woke up curled around Gerard's head. I tried to move but Gerard held me close.
"Don't move." he giggles as he pulls me closer to him, his eyes still closed.
"Gee." I groan.
"Don't complain. I know you like it." He smirks, his hazel eyes fluttering open. I playfully shove him off of me and he pouts when he falls to the floor.
I help him up and we both get dressed, each of us taking turns in the bathroom to change.
I notice an odor coming from my shirt, I sniff it and try not to gag.
"Uh Gerard?" I ask, the door slid open slightly.
"Yes?" He replies turning around.
"I need a new shirt, this one smells."
"Here you can wear one of mine." He offers, tossing me a black iron maiden shirt.
"Thanks." I say, closing the door and pulling it over my head. I slip into the jeans that don't smell nearly as bad and the converse then join Gerard back in his room.
"So what're we doing today?"
"We?" he chuckles, "I have patients to attend to, so I guess you can do whatever you want."
"Shouldn't I still be under suicide watch?"
"Oli will be with you, but-" he pauses, "It doesn't seem like you need that anymore do you?" he asks concerned.
"No, I don't think so." I mumble, somewhat embarrassed that I brought the subject up.
"Good." he smiles at me then returns to tidying his hair.
"I think I'm gonna go eat breakfast." I announce.
"Have fun."
I smile at him before leaving the room.
I trip over something as I walk out of the doorway, I look back and see it's a package.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asks, helping me up.
"Yea I just tripped." I reply, eyeing the package.
"Seems your meds are here."
"Meds?"
"Medication."
"I know that."
Gerard grabs his keychain and uses one of the keys to slice open the packaging tape and plastic wrapped around the boxes containing my medicine.
Curious I read what they're for.
Bi-polar disorder.
Schizophrenia.
"I dont have these disorders." I laugh.
"I beg to differ." Gerard says sternly.
"Oh really, why is that?" I question.
"Because for starters you can go from being on cloud nine to depressed and suicidal." He says flatly.
I grimace.
"What about schizophrenia then?" I say crossing my arms.
"You really expect me to think that you don't suffer from that? Think about the other night where you were inconsolable for hours on end and I stayed there and protected you from any potential threats?" He seethes.
"What threats?"
"The only threat to you frank, is yourself."
I feel anger enveloping me so I storm out of the room before I can do anymore harm to Gerard and I's friendship.
I spot Austin in the hallway and I keep trudging on.
"Hey fuckface." He laughs.
"Go away, I'm not in the mood." I mumble.
"Oh really? But I have a package you can't resist." He whispers, pinning me against a nearby wall.
"And what is this package?" I ask as if I don't know, even though I know the only package he's referring to is in his pants.
"My dick."
Called it.
"Maybe after breakfast, I have a strict no dick before breakfast policy." I spit and continue to walk.
"But I could be your breakfast." He chuckles, shooting his eyebrows skyward and sticking his tongue out.
Alright, fuck it.
Gerard is my experiment and my trial one, but Austin is about to become my trial two.
"Fine," I mumble, "I was serious about the breakfast thing though, I'll meet you afterwards."
"Oh no no no, I was going there too you see," He smiles deviously.
"Ill introduce you to my crew."
His crew? Whatever.

Austin and I walk into the cafeteria, order our food, and then he guides me over to a table where they're 4 people.
One has big lips and a big forehead, brown eyes,and a big nose, he introduces himself as brendon.
Another is a girl with very orange hair, a pretty smile and a nice face, she introduces herself as Hayley.
The other 2 guys walk off before I can say hi to them.
Austin makes me finish my food fast before he forcefully takes me by the arm and leads me back to his room.
I feel unsafe and vulnerable again, I feel like I'm back at my house.
"Um Austin can we stop..." I ask shakily.
"No you agreed." He snaps as he takes his pants off. "Get down on your knees." I dont oblige.
"GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!" He orders.
Tears fill my eyes again, its like my father, all over again.
Austin grabs my hair and shoves his dick into my mouth, using his hand to roughly slide my head back and forth.
I ry my best not to gag as he shoves himself farther and farther into my mouth.
"So good frank." Austin moans.
I sob and he smacks me.
"I never allowed you to speak."
I hold in my tears until I find Austins cum sliding down my throat.
"Swallow it." He cackles, holding me by the neck.
I gulp down the thick pulpy liquid and scramble to the door.
"Oh we're not finished." He laughs.
The door slides open and a figure stands in the doorway, the room is so dark I can only make out the outline.
"I think you are."
I'd know that voice anywhere...

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