I Don't Love You

*Gerard's POV*

I stared up at the ceiling waiting for my new family to come and pick me up. I knew next to nothing about them. The only thing that I actually knew was their names. Don and Donna Way. With a 14 year old son named Mikey. I knew Mikey and I wouldn't get along. We never do. The kids always hate me for stealing all the attention away from them and ruining the routine that everyone had created. It was only a matter of time before he found out what my dad and uncle did to me. And if he did, I know he will be using that against me. I hope he doesn't, I don't think I could take it if he does.

It was maybe 11:55 when I heard a car come up the gravel driveway. I sadly knew who it was. Don't get me wrong, I love that I'm being fostered, I just don't know them. I feel a degree of safe here. I heard the doors slam close and the people walk up to the door. They knocked on it and Mr. stomp answered. I could hear his muffled voice and then feet shuffling into the living room.

"Gerard get down here!" Mr. Stomp yelled up to me from down the stairs. I rolled off the bed and let out a sigh. I was not ready for this. I don't think I will ever be. I softly walked down the stairs. I stood in the doorway and just caught the last thing Stomp told my new family.

"...his hair is usually black but he decided to dye it firetruck red." I let out a quiet cough to let them know that I was there. He was right, my shoulder length normally black hair was now firetruck red. I decided if I was changing families then i could change my hairstyle and if my new family didn't like it then fuck them. I'm not changing it back.

When I coughed, a boy no older than 14 looked up. He had a look of surprise on his face then disgust. I knew who this was, this was Mikey. Everyone else looked up and Mr and Mrs. Way's looked both were surprised. Hey, you can't blame me Stomp told them.

"Ah hello Gerard, glad you could join us," Stomp said to break the awkward silence that had descended upon us. "This is your new family."

"No shit Sherlock, I had no idea." I mumbled. I saw Stomp's eyes get wide then cloud over with anger. Ah shit, I forgot Stomp doesn't like sarcasm and he beats anyone who says it to him.

"If you'll excuse us, Gerard and I have something to talk about." Stomp grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. I looked behind me, pleading with my eyes for someone to come and help me. His beatings brought back flashbacks that I did not want to relive. I had to go through them once, doesn't mean i want to go through them again.

My eyes caught Mikey's. I didn't want to go through this. I felt tears slipping down my face. But Mikey never broke eye contact with me, his parents had no idea what was going to happen. But for some reason Mikey did.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed to me. I closed my eyes and nodded. The door then closed shutting out my only form of help and salvation.

Notes

I'm back cx i'm sorry if this chapter sucked and is boring. Idk if i will have time to update my other one. I have to go with my brother to paint his paw print for sports at the high school and then later tonight i'm going to Green Day American Idiot Musicial :D