I'm Not Okay

I stared at him scared as he just smiled evilly at me.

“Oh you know it Gerard, been 5 years since the last time I saw you. We’re going to have some catching up to do. Both me and my brother.” He indicated his brother who had moved and was now standing right in front of me next to my dad.

“B-but you were in prison...” I asked confused looking up at the two of them. My uncle chuckled.

“Oh Gee,” I flinched when he called me that. Only Frankie could call me that and as far as I was concerned, this was most definitely not Frankie. My uncle smirked at my flinch and leaned down so that he was face to face with me. My breathing stopped and I stared at him with wide eyes. “You really think a stupid ass prison like that can hold us in? No!” He sneered and slapped me across the face. My head whipped to the left and I bit my lip so I could feel blood start to form.

“I-I-I..” I tried to say something but my dad kicked me in the stomach.

“Don’t you talk. No one wants to hear what you have to say anyway. It’s probably something gay.” My dad sneered at me. I nodded and looked down at the ground. Guess I was back to being the scared Gerard who will let anyone do what they want to me.

“Good, now you will come with us without a sound. Got it?” I nodded again and felt my uncle grab my arm and haul me up and wrap a blind fold around my eyes and drag me away. But it was in that moment I realized.

I was being taken back with them.

With my dad and uncle.

The two guys who ruined my life.

I was leaving Frankie.

I was leaving Frankie.

That I couldn’t deal with. So I did the most logical thing, I started to scream. And thrash around in hopes that they would let me go. They did only to come on to me and start to hit me and yell at me. Throughout this whole ordeal, no one came to my rescue, and no one really looked on. That confused me to now end. Wouldn’t you do something if you saw a 15 year old boy being kidnapped off the street by two escaped convicts? Well the people most likely didn’t know that they were escaped convicts. But still.

I tried pulling my wrist away from them but they held on tight. I was close to crying. I did not want to go back with them. I would do everything in my power to not be sent back with them.

“Gerard.”

I heard someone whisper my name, I looked around confused. But there was no one there.

“Gerard.” I heard it again, okay now I was mildly creeped out.

“GERARD!” I heard them shout and I jumped back but tripped over my feet and hit my head on the side walk. I could hear my dad and uncle laugh at me. But I didn’t pay attention to them because my vision was going dark.


***
I woke up on the hospital floor panting with Frank leaning over my concerned.

“Gerard…are you okay? You were screaming and thrashing in your sleep…” I looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about?” I mumbled. I looked around and saw Pete and Patrick looking at me concerned and Mikey with a worried and exhausted expression on his face. I looked back to Frank and whispered.

“My dad and uncle..?” I was afraid to finish the question. He shook his head.

“They’re in prison Gee, they aren’t here.” I let out a breath of air and leaned back with a smile.

It was all a dream…

The whole thing was a dream…

Notes

It was all a dream huh...interesting...


After someone here *cough* Firebreathing Killjoy *cough* about had a heart attack begging me to update i give you...another update....

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