You're Beautiful To Me.

Mikey's P.O.V.

"Hey, I'm going to go to Frank's house today." Gerard said when we got off the bus.
"Alright. Have fun." I said back, shoving my ear buds into my ears and walking away. My house was far enough away from the bus that within a few minuets, I was alone. Today was they day that dad was coming home from his "business trip". Even though our whole family knew it was just him going to see his other family that he swore he didn't have. His happier family. Maybe that's why Gerard went to Frank's house. So that he didn't have to see dad. He didn't have to see him drunk again. I inhaled and braced myself as I opened the door. I heard dad thumping around in the kitchen. I quietly set my bag down and slipped into my room, praying he didn't hear me. I sat on my bed silent for a few minuets, listening for his footsteps. My door flung open and there he stood, towering over me.
"WHY AREN'T DOING YOUR FUCKING CHORES?" He screamed.
"I-I-" I tried to speak but nothing came out. He reared his free hand back and swung it forward, hitting me right in the face. I fell to the floor but didn't try to get up.
"BE A FUCKING MAN!" He spit at me. He stumbled out of my room as I laid on the ground shaking. Small sobs came out of my throat and tears welled up in my eyes. I never understood why he hit Gerard or mom or even me. I reached for my phone and dialed Gerard's number.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up!"
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Gerard's P.O.V.

Frank took off my pants and I helped him with his. We made out in our boxers for at least ten minuets and were about to go farther, when my phone rang. It was Mikey.
"Don't answer it." Frank gasped.
"I... I have to." I said, reaching for my phone. "I'ts Mikey." Frank's face looked disappointed.
"Hello?" I said, still slightly out of breath.
"G-Gerard... Please c-come h-home." Mikey stuttered on the other end. It sounded like he was crying and had been for a while.
"I'll be there soon, I promise. Just, uh, hold on for a bit." I said and hung up.
"What's wrong?" Frank asked. I threw my clothes on my body before answering.
"It's Mikey. I have no idea what happened, but it's bad. I can tell."
"Well do you need a ride?" He asked.
"That would be awesome." I said, grabbing my jacket. I followed Frank out to his car and hopped in the passenger seat. When we finally reached my house I sat there for a few moments.
"Thanks for the ride." I said. I leaned in and kissed his lips again. "We should do it again sometime." I got out and rushed through the front door, forgetting that today was the day dad came home. It finally struck me when I heard his distinct cough come from the living room. That's why Mikey wanted me back here. Dad was home. I ran upstairs to Mikey's room to see him sprawled out on the carpet.
"Mikey" I whispered. He let out a grunt to let me know he was okay. "Mikey, my God what did he do to you now?" I looked him up and down. His face was bloody and his eyes red from crying. He let out small sobs and clung to my shirt like a child. Dad had gone to far this time.
"I'll be back. I promise." I whispered to Mikey. I stood up and walked out into the living room to find dad on the couch, clutching a beer bottle like a life preserver and watching some sitcom.
"You need to leave." I stated in a shaky voice. He looked at me confused.
"What're you talkin' 'bout, boy?" He asked. His eyes soon filled with anger and he stood up. He was about four inches taller than me still.
"What makes you think you can talk to me like that?!" He screamed. I swallowed hard. I wanted to give up. To run back upstairs and hide under the bed with Mikey like we did when we were kids.
"You need to leave. Now." I repeated. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You have ten minuets to pack what you want and get out." I said, trying to muster up any courage inside of me.
"You can't kick me out of my own fuckin' home!" He screamed.
"Either you leave on your own, or the police can escort you out." I moved my hand near my pocket in case I had to call 9-1-1.
"Fine. I don't need any of you! I can be out on my own without you fuckers!" He threw his bottle on the ground before storming out. The crashing of the glass made me flinch, but I knew it was important to be strong and hold my ground until he was out the door. He moved his face an inch away from mine.
"I don't know how I ever called you my son." I could smell the liquor on his breath and his eyes were blood shot. "I never loved you, your brother, or your mom." He said before finally walking out. When the door slammed, I was left alone in the hall. I wanted nothing more than to open the door and run to him. To run to the daddy I always loved. My mind flashed back to when Mikey and I were little and we all went to Disney Land. We were so happy. I wanted that back. I trudged up the stairs and walked into Mikey's room. I held him in my arms as we both cry.
"He's gone Mikey.... The bad man's gone." I sobbed. The bad man was gone.

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