*Gerard’s POV*
The next day, everything went really rough, but nothing I’m not used to. Bert acts like nothing happened. I find it hard to be around him after the- well, you know. Every time I see him the memories come flooding back. We’re at lunch and Bert comes over and sits next to me. Ugh. I’m so disgusted by him it’s not even funny. But it doesn’t matter, because I can’t see the lunch room. I don’t see Frankie in front of me. I don’t see anything in present time. I only see Bert’s bedroom.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes, so I stand up and walk calmly to the bathroom. I try not to raise suspicion. Try.

I go to the bathroom on the Math hall. No one has Math this block so no one will be in there. I can be alone at last.

As soon as the door closes behind me, I burst into tears. I fall to my knees and just cry, allowing the tears to stream down my face. I can’t believe all this would happen to me. Why me? I was always good to my
parents and my brother. I rarely got in trouble so why would God allow this to happen?

“Gerard.” I hear Bert call behind me. He lays his hand on my shoulder and I hold back a flinch as best as I could. I fail.

“Now, Gerard, are you really afraid of me? Your boyfriend?” Bert asks in an offended tone. I nod.

“I can’t imagine why. You know you deserved it for the way you yelled at me.” I just stare at the floor. Bert walks around me and tells me to look him in the eye. When I don’t he slaps me and I fall to the floor.

“Gerard, do as I say.” he demands. I look at his nose, for there is no way I can look this monster in the eye.

“Good. Now, I need to make sure of something.” He pauses.

“I guess you still aren’t talking are you?” He pauses again. Waiting on me to speak.

“Didn’t think so. We’re not breaking up, are we? I shake my head.

No, we aren’t breaking up. I want you, you son of a bitch, to know how it feels to be hurt physically and mentally by your boyfriend.

Time to find Frank and begin the search for a lair.

Notes

Sorry it's short and long overdue. Been kinda depressed and not in a writting mood since, ya know. Just FYI we are continueing the story and we love you guys! Sorry for the delay!

“If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.”- Gerard Way

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~Luna