Loving my older brother

I woke up in his arms this morning, ever since he let me sleep in the same bed as him I didn't have the terrors. He wasn't awake, but he looked beautiful as he slept so peacefully. His black hair suited him so perfectly. I couldn't help but admire him.

I pulled away, knowing I had to get to school before it was too late. I stumbled around, it was definately hard to see without my glasses. I felt my way out of the room and up the stairs. I finally got to the room and found my glasses, as soon as I put them on my vision became perfect action.

I went into my bathroom and locked the door, i turned on the shower and shed myself of clothes. I stepped into the lukewarm water and let it stream down me. I took my glasses off and set them on the ledge as the water ran through my hair. Whenever I showered, I always felt relaxed as my muscles seemed to loosen up to the water. I washed my hair, the once greasy mess clean and soft. I washed the rest of my body and got out. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist.

I went back to my bedroom and picked out some boxers, skinny jeans, a shirt, and a warm jacket. I slipped my glasses back on and got ready. Once I thought I looked good enough, I went out of my room and into Gerards.

My brother wasn't there so I checked the kitchen, sure enough he was making coffee. He smiled at me, "Hey Mikey, did you sleep alright?"

I nodded, his smile almost made me blush. "Yea, thanks..." He took in the smell of the coffee and smiled, "Can I have some too Gee?" I sat down and adjusted my glasses, they were a bit loose so I had to push them up a lot.

"Yea, of course." Gerard said as he pulled his hair back and yawned. He grabbed something out of the cupboard and put it in the microwave. He took it out after a couple of seconds and walked over to me. "Here, I saved this for you from last night." In his hands was a red velvet cupcake. I took it from his hands and smiled widely.

"Wow, thanks Gee. This will go perfect with my coffee." I blushed a bit, as girly as it seemed, I liked when he gave me little treats like this. I didn't want anything big or flashy, but small thoughts really counted. He handed me my cup of coffee soon enough and I drank it as I ate my small cupcake. I grabbed my backpack and overlooked my homework.

I was in all honors classes, and I had all 100%'s except for one. That was art, i was terrible at it and could never draw something. Gerard had all the talent for that, and he often teased me about it. Gerard drove me to school, I leaned over and hugged him before leaving. I stood infront of the school and walked in.

I almost forgot how terrible school was. I missed when Gerard was here with me, we always were together and he seemed to be like a charm to ward off bullies. Now that he was gone, I was targeted. Especially by one of the guys, Bob. Bob Bryer, he used me as a punching bag and a huge target for humiliation.

I went to my locket to set my books in. I set my books inside and then grunted when I felt someone shove me in it. I whimpered as everything went black besides the four slivers of light from the holes in the locker. I saw bobs face through the slits and whimpered, "P-Please let me out..." I said. I was scared of the dark, the thoughts of my dream was crawling into my mind.

"Nope faggot. You're not going to come out until I say you can. You got that, Way?" He laughed as he left with his friends.

I banged against the locker door as tears ran down my cheeks. I called out for what felt like hours until someone opened the door. I came toppling out and fell face first on the cold tile.

"Not again, was it bob?" a familair voice asked.

I nodded as I got up and grabbed my things. Ray was there, he always saved me from tight spots like this. He was graduating this year, who would be left to help me. He walked with me, "Man you have to tell someone about this... He's trapping you in a locker for christs sake...."

I shook my heard and held my books close to me, "N-No... not after last time.. They didn't believe me anyway..." I remember last time I told the principal. I was put in detention for apparently lying, Bobs mom was the vice principal, her son could do no wrong. The next day, I was beaten until I couldn't move and Ray had to come get me. "I-I'll be okay..." I said softly.

Ray stopped, "Mikey, you were crying and yelling in there. This is ridiculous that you have to go through that... I would go crazy if that happened to me..."

I scurried off to my english class, it was easily my favorite class. My teacher had us working on making our own books, and engulfing myself in writing made everything better. I almost didn't want to leave the class, I didn't want to go out of my comfort spot. My teacher knew but she had to follow her rules and make me go to my next class.

I flew by Trigonometry easily and went to lunch. I had packed my own things, I learned from the beginning of Sophmore year Bob would often push me and knock my lunch down when I was in line. I hid behind one of the buildings and ate my sandwhich in peace. I wanted to avoid as much people as possible.

Art flew by as well, but P.E was the worst. I couldn't avoid it, I couldn't ditch. I couldn't ruin my 4.0 . I went in early, but not early enough. I was changing into my P.E uniform when Bob walked by. He grabbed my boxers and ripped them off.

I was bare naked infront of my locker, around all the guys. "Look at his small dick!" Bob announced, everyone turned and started to laugh at me. I could hear all their comments, my mind spun as i slipped into an extra pair and the rest of my clothes and ran to the bathroom.

I cried, today was the worst. Everyone saw me, saw me helpless and hopeless. I could never go back to them seeing me, after they saw every part of me. I looked down at my crotch, even though I was wearing a fresh pair of boxers now I was ashamed of my size. Bob made it worse, he made everyone know now. I put on my pants and shirt, I waited until everyone left the lockers to go back and get my things.

I ditched that class and went home to Gerard. Mom and dad were at work like always and Gerard was just drawing. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I took off my shoes and set down my backpack.

Gerard peeked out from behind one of the walls and looked, "Mikey? Was today an earl-" he didn't finish his sentence. He saw my tear stained cheeks, my red puffy eyes. "Shit Mikey, what happened?" He walked over to me and hugged me.

I couldn't help but cry, god I cried so much. I had a good reason too, right? I held onto him, "B-Bob... shoved me into my locker and locked it.... he left me in there for a long time... Ray had to come and get me... and at P.E" I gulped and my voice started to crack. "B-Bob.. pulled off my boxers and...a-and he pointed to my package and made everyone look... h-he said i-it was small and everyone laughed a-at me..." I buried my face into his shirt. "G-Gee I can't g-go back there!"

Gerard growled, "I'll get that son of a bitch... you're my baby brother and no one does that too you..." He rubbed my back and sighed. "God Mikey... I'm so sorry I'm not there with you anymore..." His black hair against my cheek, "I'm going to make sure you're alright at school from now on..."

I nodded, "B-But don't you have art school? I don't want you loosing that for me..." I held onto him tighter.

"Do you think Art matters when my brother is getting bullied at school and is crying? Fuck art, you're more important to me..."

I couldn't help but smile and wipe away my tears. "J-Just promise you won't stop drawing... I really like your drawings..." I sat down and hugged a pillow. "Gerard... thank you for being here for me... You're like the best brother in the world..."

He winked at me, my heart practically flew out of my chest. "I try"

Notes

More of a happy end, but it's not the end END.
There is still more.
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