If Only He Knew What He Was Doing to Me
one
~Parker's P.O.V~
I stand with my back pinned up against the rugged bark of the Oak tree towering in the front courtyard of the high school. Sighing to myself, I look up and scan the road on front of my for any sign of my ride's beat up old pick-up truck. With no trace of it anywhere in sight, I take my attention back down to my fingernails where I resume picking at the old black nail polish still painted on them.
When my nails finally start peeling upwards I stop my actions and let my knees bend, sliding my body down until I'm sitting somewhat uncomfortably on the bumpy ground, my legs pulled into my chest. I folded my arms on top of my knees and leaned my head down so my chin was resting lightly on them.
Sighing yet another time within the past five minutes I tilt my head to the right, watching the fallen leaves scrape their way across the pavement of the sidewalk as the wind pushes them along. Soon, some take flight, spinning aimlessly in a lose funnel of air before falling back to the ground, only to be picked up once again. It's an endless cycle of up and down, this way and that, never knowing where you might end up. It seems like it would be torture.
I was startled violently from my thoughts by an old car horn, blasted by the one friend I had in this town, my older brother. He stuck his long arm out of the driver's side window and waived at me over the top of the cab. I simply smiled lightly, shaking my head as I pulled myself up off the ground, throwing my messenger bag over my head and resting it over one shoulder.
"Hey Parks." Ethan grinned as I yanked the passenger's side door open, stepping up on the running board and sliding myself into the worn leather seat.
"Hello." I sighed, pulling my bag into my lap and glancing over at Ethan as he raised his eyebrows at me, as if asking 'oh really.'
"What?" I chuckled, raising my hands defensively.
"You and you're sighing, Parker! Are you trying to kill the Halloween mood?" he replied, putting the truck into gear and pulling away from the curb.
"Well no. But you know all we're going to do is sit at home and watch crappy horror movies." I replied as he started rolling all the widows down right as we pulled out onto the clear high way. I pulled my beanie further down on my head and hugged myself into my jacket as the cold October air whipped around inside the cab, nipping at my exposed skin.
"Not true, little sis. Tonight my friend Lilly and her boyfriend Mikey are throwing a killer party. And she invited you and I." He grinned, his face beaming with delight. The same kind of beaming that you'd see in a child's face on Christmas morning.
"But it's tradition that we watch Satan's Little Helper! You can't break tradition!" I yelped, looking at him and laying my head back on the head rest of the seat.
"Well, tell ya what? We can watch it when we get home because they don't want anyone there until 8 or so. Okay?"
"Fine." I pouted, though a small smile was tugging at my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest, turning back around and looking straight out the front windshield. I heard Ethan simply chuckle as he made a sharp right onto the road leading out of town.
I looked out my window to catch the last of the house within the city limits slowly start fading into empty fields and bare trees with their branches being rocked through the breeze. The sun was no where in sight, leaving a gray sky the only thing visible all the way to the horizon.
As my older brother started gradually gaining speed, we flew past old, abandoned houses with over grown front yards, driveways in desperate need of being re-graveled, and bent up mailboxes with chipping paint.
And then our dirt road-of-a-driveway came into view as Ethan turned the corner. I glanced down in the rear view mirror to watch the cloud of dust forming right at the end of the truck bed. The tires quickly hit gravel as small rocks started flying up, pinging against the doors. Then our small house came into sight. It was tucked away deep in this path of forest that we now call home. And we're lucky enough that Ethan had a well-paying job to keep up with the rent while I chip in every now and then with the money I make from working at McDonald's three times a week.
"Do you have any home work this weekend?" he asked as he turned off hi truck and pushed his way out.
"No." was my simple reply as I opened my door and hopped out, hitting the ground with a soft thud of my combat boots. I was instantly greeted with the cool breeze as I pulled my jacket even tighter around my ridged body. I heard Ethan chuckle as we walked up onto the front porch. I playfully stuck my tongue out at him ad he unlocked the door, pushing it open with his shoulder.
I walked through the threshold to be met with the faint smell of Pumpkin candles and apple cider. I drew in a deep breath through my nose and smile slightly to myself as my bag fell from my shoulder, hitting the floor with a thud. I kneeled down and started unlacing my boots as Ethan flopped down on the couch, remote already in hand.
"So, what do you want to watch first? Cabin Fever or Satan's Little Helper?" Ethan called as I walked into the kitchen to make the both of us some popcorn.
"Oh, we hafta start with the shittiest classic." I chuckled, grabbing two bags of microwavable popcorn from the pantry. I tore the plastic off of both and opened the cabinet above the microwave, grabbing a plate. I placed it in upside-down before placing the bag on top and closing the door. I set the timer for 2:30 and pushed start before shuffling into the living room and leaning on the back of the couch, right behind my brother.
"What do ya want to drink?" I asked, resting me chin lightly on his head of light brown, shaggy hair.
"Um, a Coke sounds good." he replied, scrolling through the DVR.
"'Kay." I smiled lightly before returning to the kitchen to be met with a rapid fire of popping coming from the microwave. I opened the refrigerator and and grabbed two bottles or Coca-Cola and set them on the counter.
When the popping started slowing down, I took the bag out to be met with the sweet smell of artificial butter. I placed the other bag in and set it at the same time, heard the first of the popping quickly.
When my bag finished, I carried it all into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Ethan. I tossed a bag or popcorn and a bottle of soda into his lap and he started the movie, taking a handful of popcorn and pushing into his mouth. I couldn't help but giggle lightly as about half of th pieces fell down the front of his shirt. He shot me a playful death glare out of the corner of his eye before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling my into his side. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and laid my head on his shoulder as the beginning credits began rolling across the screen.
I love my brother, I really do. But we have a much closer relationship than most siblings do. Ethan is my best friend and that is something I am so thankful for. He is 22; 4 years older than my 18 year old self. He his substantially taller than me 5"2' frame and had a large build. His light brown hair swoops over to the side of his face in an emo-teenage-boy-like fringe and his light blue eyes are something else. He defiantly got his good looks from my dad while I look more like my mother.
I am 5 feet 2 inches, made up of nothing but skin and bones. I have pale grey eyes and light blue hair that always falls where I never want it to. I have a long face and small nose. I think that I'm quite ugly and look nothing like my gorgeous mother used to, but Ethan always tells me different.
***
"Jesus Christ, Parks! Hurry!" Ethan shouted in an irritated tone from the front door while I was leaned over the bathroom counter, running my eyeliner pencil across my eyelids.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I sighed, capping my pencil and setting it down on the counter. I flipped the light out and shuffling from my bedroom and out into the living room where Ethan was waiting oh so impatiently for my to get my boots on.
He began tapping his toe as I kneeled down, pulling one boot on and lacing it up quickly, followed by the other one before I pulled myself up from the floor and grabbed my favorite jacket from the hook, slipping myself into it.
"Ready." I smirked, waiting for Ethan to open the door and walk out. I followed in suit behind him and out to his truck. It had defiantly gotten colder since we had gotten home 4 hours earlier, so I just hugged my jacket closer around my neck and climbed into the passenger's side, buckling myself in. Ethan did the same before started the truck up and backing out of his usual parking spot. He turned around and started heading off down the drive. I could see the faint pink and orange line still hanging above the horizon as the rest of the sky faded off into the starless darkness. I looked out the back window to see a hang nail moon floating among the navy clouds, a haze swarming around its white light, casting a different kind of eerie feeling to the already spooky night.
I watched the lighted houses slowly coming into view, along with the main groups of children dressed up walking along the sidewalks collecting candy. I watched out my window, trying to make out the dark blobs of costumes as we drove past. That's were I noticed we were heading to the upper end of town; where the houses were big and the parties were even bigger.
We soon pulled into a small subdivision where you could see the house lit up from the end of the street. As we got closer the music got louder and louder until finally the window panes f the truck were shaking badly I thought they might break. Ethan stopped the truck on the opposite of the street, leaving my side facing the front of the house.
"And here we are." My brother smiled, slipping his keys into his pocket and pushing his way out of the truck. I watched him before looking back to the house in hesitation. That's when I say Ethan motioning for my to follow him and I let out a silent sigh before opening my door and climbing out. I walked up to min and he throw his long arm over my shoulders.
"You'll be fine, kid. And if anyone gives you any shit, you know how to give it right back." he chuckled as we walked up the side walk to the open front door. I just nodded slightly as we waked through the threshold. I was immediately smacked in the face with the strongly sickening stench of sweat and alcohol floating through the body-heated air. As I walked further in I could smell the traces of pot from somewhere within the depths of the madness.
We walked into the living room and I looked around slowly. Nearly all of the girls standing around where dressed as Play Boy Bunnies, slutty nurses, slutty cops, and any other costumes that a woman can legally wear without being charged with public nudity. That's when a girl with hot pink bunny ears and black stilettos came running up to us. She was accompanied by a taller man dressed as Beetle-Juice...or at least...I think he was Beetle-Juice. I figured these two here Lilly and Mikey as the woman promptly hugged my brother and then, surprisingly, me.
"Hey Ethan! I'm so glad you guys could make it!" She shouted in a squeal.
"Well, I'm glad you invited us!" He replied. She smiled back before looking over to another group of people and waving.
"Well, I'm going to go say some more hellos. You guys should go mingle! Oh, and there's plenty of food and boos. I think John just lit up another joint too!" she yelped before nearly hopping away to a group that had just walked through the door.
"Well, I'm going to go get a beer, you want something?" Ethan asked, leaning into me so I could hear him better.
"I'll take water or something." I replied. He nodded in reply before disappearing off into the crowds of people
I stood back awkwardly, just taking up little space in the corner of the room. There was a hall way across from me and I kept seeing couples walking back there. And judging by the way they were all hanging all over each other, they were looking for a quiet place to fuck each other.
That's when I felt an arm on my shoulder. I spun around, expecting to be met with my brother, but instead the intoxicated features of a guy who looked do be about Ethan's age. He shot me a crooked smile before pulling me in closer, his hand still on my shoulder.
"How about I get you a drink." He slurred. I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and shook my head.
"N-no thanks. I'm good." I replied as politely as I could.
"Oh c'mon, baby. Just one drink." He insisted, moving even closer to me. I went to move away but I felt his hands fall on the middle of my back. I looked but do be met with a devilish smirk plastered across his drunken face. Then, I felt one large hand work it's way down my back, before finding my back side and resting on my back pocket, giving my cheek a little squeeze.
I let out a yelp of surprise as he began to chuckle. Feeling the anger bubble up inside me, i let my hand travel up, making stinging connection with his left cheek.
He let go of me and staggered back slightly, his hadn flying up to cover his cheek. When he regained his intoxicated composure, I watched his eyes narrow in on me as he charged me, his arms stretched out.
MY hands flew up, guarding my face as I prepared for the impact. But it never came. I slowly looked up to see the drunk pinned to the ground by another by another man with extremely red hair.
I watched in half horror, half relief as the red-head pulled his arm back and let his fist make connection with the drunk's eye. He then climbed off and let the drunk up. watching him stumble off into the crowd. That's when when red-head walked over to me, a small smile pulled across his lips.
He piercing hazel eyes, giving him an intimidating appearance. He was much taller than me as well, with a build even bigger than Ethan's with broad shoulders and large muscles. His obviously dyed red hair fell in messy locks in his face, only making his eyes look that much sharper.
"Are you alright?" His deep voice shouted. All I could manage for a response was a mere nod as he chuckled lightly.
"Can I get you something to drink?" He asked. Again, all I could so was shake my head.
"M-my....my brother's getting me s-something." I was able to choke out as he nodded. "Thank you, by the way..um...what's you're name?" I asked, wanting to thank him properly.
"I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. And there's no thanks needed...." he trailed off, wanting my name as well.
"I'm Parker Ryan." I smiled shyly, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up once again, only to be met with those eyes. Those gorgeously fierce eyes. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget them.
I stand with my back pinned up against the rugged bark of the Oak tree towering in the front courtyard of the high school. Sighing to myself, I look up and scan the road on front of my for any sign of my ride's beat up old pick-up truck. With no trace of it anywhere in sight, I take my attention back down to my fingernails where I resume picking at the old black nail polish still painted on them.
When my nails finally start peeling upwards I stop my actions and let my knees bend, sliding my body down until I'm sitting somewhat uncomfortably on the bumpy ground, my legs pulled into my chest. I folded my arms on top of my knees and leaned my head down so my chin was resting lightly on them.
Sighing yet another time within the past five minutes I tilt my head to the right, watching the fallen leaves scrape their way across the pavement of the sidewalk as the wind pushes them along. Soon, some take flight, spinning aimlessly in a lose funnel of air before falling back to the ground, only to be picked up once again. It's an endless cycle of up and down, this way and that, never knowing where you might end up. It seems like it would be torture.
I was startled violently from my thoughts by an old car horn, blasted by the one friend I had in this town, my older brother. He stuck his long arm out of the driver's side window and waived at me over the top of the cab. I simply smiled lightly, shaking my head as I pulled myself up off the ground, throwing my messenger bag over my head and resting it over one shoulder.
"Hey Parks." Ethan grinned as I yanked the passenger's side door open, stepping up on the running board and sliding myself into the worn leather seat.
"Hello." I sighed, pulling my bag into my lap and glancing over at Ethan as he raised his eyebrows at me, as if asking 'oh really.'
"What?" I chuckled, raising my hands defensively.
"You and you're sighing, Parker! Are you trying to kill the Halloween mood?" he replied, putting the truck into gear and pulling away from the curb.
"Well no. But you know all we're going to do is sit at home and watch crappy horror movies." I replied as he started rolling all the widows down right as we pulled out onto the clear high way. I pulled my beanie further down on my head and hugged myself into my jacket as the cold October air whipped around inside the cab, nipping at my exposed skin.
"Not true, little sis. Tonight my friend Lilly and her boyfriend Mikey are throwing a killer party. And she invited you and I." He grinned, his face beaming with delight. The same kind of beaming that you'd see in a child's face on Christmas morning.
"But it's tradition that we watch Satan's Little Helper! You can't break tradition!" I yelped, looking at him and laying my head back on the head rest of the seat.
"Well, tell ya what? We can watch it when we get home because they don't want anyone there until 8 or so. Okay?"
"Fine." I pouted, though a small smile was tugging at my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest, turning back around and looking straight out the front windshield. I heard Ethan simply chuckle as he made a sharp right onto the road leading out of town.
I looked out my window to catch the last of the house within the city limits slowly start fading into empty fields and bare trees with their branches being rocked through the breeze. The sun was no where in sight, leaving a gray sky the only thing visible all the way to the horizon.
As my older brother started gradually gaining speed, we flew past old, abandoned houses with over grown front yards, driveways in desperate need of being re-graveled, and bent up mailboxes with chipping paint.
And then our dirt road-of-a-driveway came into view as Ethan turned the corner. I glanced down in the rear view mirror to watch the cloud of dust forming right at the end of the truck bed. The tires quickly hit gravel as small rocks started flying up, pinging against the doors. Then our small house came into sight. It was tucked away deep in this path of forest that we now call home. And we're lucky enough that Ethan had a well-paying job to keep up with the rent while I chip in every now and then with the money I make from working at McDonald's three times a week.
"Do you have any home work this weekend?" he asked as he turned off hi truck and pushed his way out.
"No." was my simple reply as I opened my door and hopped out, hitting the ground with a soft thud of my combat boots. I was instantly greeted with the cool breeze as I pulled my jacket even tighter around my ridged body. I heard Ethan chuckle as we walked up onto the front porch. I playfully stuck my tongue out at him ad he unlocked the door, pushing it open with his shoulder.
I walked through the threshold to be met with the faint smell of Pumpkin candles and apple cider. I drew in a deep breath through my nose and smile slightly to myself as my bag fell from my shoulder, hitting the floor with a thud. I kneeled down and started unlacing my boots as Ethan flopped down on the couch, remote already in hand.
"So, what do you want to watch first? Cabin Fever or Satan's Little Helper?" Ethan called as I walked into the kitchen to make the both of us some popcorn.
"Oh, we hafta start with the shittiest classic." I chuckled, grabbing two bags of microwavable popcorn from the pantry. I tore the plastic off of both and opened the cabinet above the microwave, grabbing a plate. I placed it in upside-down before placing the bag on top and closing the door. I set the timer for 2:30 and pushed start before shuffling into the living room and leaning on the back of the couch, right behind my brother.
"What do ya want to drink?" I asked, resting me chin lightly on his head of light brown, shaggy hair.
"Um, a Coke sounds good." he replied, scrolling through the DVR.
"'Kay." I smiled lightly before returning to the kitchen to be met with a rapid fire of popping coming from the microwave. I opened the refrigerator and and grabbed two bottles or Coca-Cola and set them on the counter.
When the popping started slowing down, I took the bag out to be met with the sweet smell of artificial butter. I placed the other bag in and set it at the same time, heard the first of the popping quickly.
When my bag finished, I carried it all into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Ethan. I tossed a bag or popcorn and a bottle of soda into his lap and he started the movie, taking a handful of popcorn and pushing into his mouth. I couldn't help but giggle lightly as about half of th pieces fell down the front of his shirt. He shot me a playful death glare out of the corner of his eye before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling my into his side. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and laid my head on his shoulder as the beginning credits began rolling across the screen.
I love my brother, I really do. But we have a much closer relationship than most siblings do. Ethan is my best friend and that is something I am so thankful for. He is 22; 4 years older than my 18 year old self. He his substantially taller than me 5"2' frame and had a large build. His light brown hair swoops over to the side of his face in an emo-teenage-boy-like fringe and his light blue eyes are something else. He defiantly got his good looks from my dad while I look more like my mother.
I am 5 feet 2 inches, made up of nothing but skin and bones. I have pale grey eyes and light blue hair that always falls where I never want it to. I have a long face and small nose. I think that I'm quite ugly and look nothing like my gorgeous mother used to, but Ethan always tells me different.
***
"Jesus Christ, Parks! Hurry!" Ethan shouted in an irritated tone from the front door while I was leaned over the bathroom counter, running my eyeliner pencil across my eyelids.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I sighed, capping my pencil and setting it down on the counter. I flipped the light out and shuffling from my bedroom and out into the living room where Ethan was waiting oh so impatiently for my to get my boots on.
He began tapping his toe as I kneeled down, pulling one boot on and lacing it up quickly, followed by the other one before I pulled myself up from the floor and grabbed my favorite jacket from the hook, slipping myself into it.
"Ready." I smirked, waiting for Ethan to open the door and walk out. I followed in suit behind him and out to his truck. It had defiantly gotten colder since we had gotten home 4 hours earlier, so I just hugged my jacket closer around my neck and climbed into the passenger's side, buckling myself in. Ethan did the same before started the truck up and backing out of his usual parking spot. He turned around and started heading off down the drive. I could see the faint pink and orange line still hanging above the horizon as the rest of the sky faded off into the starless darkness. I looked out the back window to see a hang nail moon floating among the navy clouds, a haze swarming around its white light, casting a different kind of eerie feeling to the already spooky night.
I watched the lighted houses slowly coming into view, along with the main groups of children dressed up walking along the sidewalks collecting candy. I watched out my window, trying to make out the dark blobs of costumes as we drove past. That's were I noticed we were heading to the upper end of town; where the houses were big and the parties were even bigger.
We soon pulled into a small subdivision where you could see the house lit up from the end of the street. As we got closer the music got louder and louder until finally the window panes f the truck were shaking badly I thought they might break. Ethan stopped the truck on the opposite of the street, leaving my side facing the front of the house.
"And here we are." My brother smiled, slipping his keys into his pocket and pushing his way out of the truck. I watched him before looking back to the house in hesitation. That's when I say Ethan motioning for my to follow him and I let out a silent sigh before opening my door and climbing out. I walked up to min and he throw his long arm over my shoulders.
"You'll be fine, kid. And if anyone gives you any shit, you know how to give it right back." he chuckled as we walked up the side walk to the open front door. I just nodded slightly as we waked through the threshold. I was immediately smacked in the face with the strongly sickening stench of sweat and alcohol floating through the body-heated air. As I walked further in I could smell the traces of pot from somewhere within the depths of the madness.
We walked into the living room and I looked around slowly. Nearly all of the girls standing around where dressed as Play Boy Bunnies, slutty nurses, slutty cops, and any other costumes that a woman can legally wear without being charged with public nudity. That's when a girl with hot pink bunny ears and black stilettos came running up to us. She was accompanied by a taller man dressed as Beetle-Juice...or at least...I think he was Beetle-Juice. I figured these two here Lilly and Mikey as the woman promptly hugged my brother and then, surprisingly, me.
"Hey Ethan! I'm so glad you guys could make it!" She shouted in a squeal.
"Well, I'm glad you invited us!" He replied. She smiled back before looking over to another group of people and waving.
"Well, I'm going to go say some more hellos. You guys should go mingle! Oh, and there's plenty of food and boos. I think John just lit up another joint too!" she yelped before nearly hopping away to a group that had just walked through the door.
"Well, I'm going to go get a beer, you want something?" Ethan asked, leaning into me so I could hear him better.
"I'll take water or something." I replied. He nodded in reply before disappearing off into the crowds of people
I stood back awkwardly, just taking up little space in the corner of the room. There was a hall way across from me and I kept seeing couples walking back there. And judging by the way they were all hanging all over each other, they were looking for a quiet place to fuck each other.
That's when I felt an arm on my shoulder. I spun around, expecting to be met with my brother, but instead the intoxicated features of a guy who looked do be about Ethan's age. He shot me a crooked smile before pulling me in closer, his hand still on my shoulder.
"How about I get you a drink." He slurred. I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and shook my head.
"N-no thanks. I'm good." I replied as politely as I could.
"Oh c'mon, baby. Just one drink." He insisted, moving even closer to me. I went to move away but I felt his hands fall on the middle of my back. I looked but do be met with a devilish smirk plastered across his drunken face. Then, I felt one large hand work it's way down my back, before finding my back side and resting on my back pocket, giving my cheek a little squeeze.
I let out a yelp of surprise as he began to chuckle. Feeling the anger bubble up inside me, i let my hand travel up, making stinging connection with his left cheek.
He let go of me and staggered back slightly, his hadn flying up to cover his cheek. When he regained his intoxicated composure, I watched his eyes narrow in on me as he charged me, his arms stretched out.
MY hands flew up, guarding my face as I prepared for the impact. But it never came. I slowly looked up to see the drunk pinned to the ground by another by another man with extremely red hair.
I watched in half horror, half relief as the red-head pulled his arm back and let his fist make connection with the drunk's eye. He then climbed off and let the drunk up. watching him stumble off into the crowd. That's when when red-head walked over to me, a small smile pulled across his lips.
He piercing hazel eyes, giving him an intimidating appearance. He was much taller than me as well, with a build even bigger than Ethan's with broad shoulders and large muscles. His obviously dyed red hair fell in messy locks in his face, only making his eyes look that much sharper.
"Are you alright?" His deep voice shouted. All I could manage for a response was a mere nod as he chuckled lightly.
"Can I get you something to drink?" He asked. Again, all I could so was shake my head.
"M-my....my brother's getting me s-something." I was able to choke out as he nodded. "Thank you, by the way..um...what's you're name?" I asked, wanting to thank him properly.
"I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. And there's no thanks needed...." he trailed off, wanting my name as well.
"I'm Parker Ryan." I smiled shyly, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up once again, only to be met with those eyes. Those gorgeously fierce eyes. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget them.
Notes
Here's yet another new story. Do you like it? Is it good? Idk.
Oh and FYI, that thing with the plate and the popcorn, it really works for popping nearly all the kernels. Jus' Saying' 'cause I'm not crazy!
Anyway I don't think I'll update any other of my stories until tomorrow because my wrist is starting to cramp up and my back is killing me and I'm really tired and I really wanna go curl up with some hot chocolate and read so yeah. That's probably what I'm gonna do.
So yeah, tell me what y'all think. It motivates me to write more tbh. XD
This. Is. Awesomazingtastic. Nuff said
8/7/14