Never Let Them Hurt You

(Gerard)

I woke up with a pounding headache. That could've only meant one thing. I either got stoned or drunk. Possibly both. I stood up and stretched lazily. My friends Frank, Ray and Bob were passed out still, laying out on random parts of the couches and the floor. I turned around in a circle, surveying whatever damage we made. That's when my non-beating heart stopped.
Annabelle. My Annabelle. She was laying on the ground, almost completely naked. She had bruises on various spots around her body. I gasped quietly and rushed over to her, ignoring my headache and bending down to pick her up with almost no difficulty. She was so light, so frail. What the hell happened last night? I carried her up to my room. That's when she woke up. I smiled down at her. "My Annabelle, are you okay?" I asked in a whisper as I closed the door to my bedroom. Her eyes suddenly got wide and she struggled her way out of my arms, falling on the floor. I jumped back, startled at her sudden movement. "Annabe-" I started. "Don't touch me", she whimpered, scooting away from me and cowering up against the wall. "Get away from me", she hissed again when I tried to move towards her. What was wrong? "Annabelle, what's the matter?" I asked. "What happened?"
She looked up at me and I got goosebumps. The look of horror on her face was chilling. "You don't remember what you and your... Friends... Did to me?" She asked, saying the word 'friends' with disgust. I shook my head slowly, terrified of what she might say. That's when a few memories flooded back to me.
Everything was so blurry, like always when I'm stoned off my ass. But I do remember us all crowded around her. Frank kissed her roughly and smacked her face, then her ass. We all laughed as she whimpered and begged us to stop. We... We ganged up on her. She looked like she was in so much pain, so much suffering. How did I not realize what I was doing?
I sat down on the floor, shocked beyond belief. I stared into nothing. "Annabelle..." I managed to say. "I'm s-so sorry... How could I have hurt my Annabelle like this?" I spoke, mostly to myself. A weird thing happened. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I haven't done that since... Probably the 1700s. But they came, and they streamed down my face. "Gerard?" A voice called from somewhere in the house. Probably Ray, that's who it sounded like. "Go home Ray my hangover is fuckin' nasty this time", I called back, trying to sound more sick and not so much crying little kid. Ray made a weird sound that was a sound of "okay" and I heard shuffling around and an eventual door slam. At least they were gone. I stood up. "Annabelle... I'm so sorry, my baby girl", I whispered shakily. She wouldn't even look at me. She simply sat there, still trembling and hiding her face from me. "I'm so sorry", I said and I stepped out of the room, closing the door and leaning against it. What the hell have I done? She's never going to trust me. I slumped down towards the floor and ran my fingers through my hair. I still had a headache. I needed to figure this out though. I need I get her to trust me again. But I'm a vampire, and she's a human. This isn't the way the game is supposed to be played. I guess I'm going to have to break a few rules.

Notes

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