The Ghost of You

Gerard's POV
Justin changed within weeks. He stopped being the lovable cute boy and started to be rude and mean.
But I still loved him. He was the only one I had and I had to deal with it.
Besides I probably deserved him behaving like that. If he was like that I made something wrong, didn't I?
He came into the room and sat next to me. We watched tv for a few moments. His arm war around my shoulder and it felt nice to receive some love.
He kissed me and I kissed back.
I liked kissing him just the things after that hurt.
His hands were at my waist and he pulled me closer. I lay on top of him and he smiled.
“Hey cuti” He whispered with a soft voice but something was wrong
“Hey” I said hesitatingly
He kissed me again, his tongue asked for excess and I let him in. We made out for a while and it was normal. We were both naked, he ignored my scars and just cared for his own pleasure.
He forced my head down and I started to suck his dick. I knew he'd come after a few moments but shortly before that he let go. I breath heavily and wondered why he did this.
He kissed me and slapped my ass. I cried out but he just laughed.
“I want to fuck you tonight” He told me.
“I..I don't think I'm ready yet..” I whispered and looked down. Knowing he would be angry to hear that.
“I didn't asked you for permission” His voice was hard and his eyes were cold as ice.
My lips tremble and I felt my eyes water. But he didn't care. He turned me around so I lay on my stomach and he climbed behind me.
Something pushed against my entrance and I knew it was his dick. I cried out again but he didn't stop. Tears started to stream down my face as he started to push harder. It was probably one of the worst physical pains I was ever in.
He moaned and pushed until his full length was buried inside of me.
I whimpered and begged him to stop, cried and screamed but he started to thrust inside of me.
I broke down, my hands and knees didn't hold me anymore. The pain made my visions go blurry.
I screamed as loud as I could but he just laughed.
Suddenly the room was completely dark. I wasn't sure if it was my brain fooling around with me or if the light was actually turned off.
Justin had stop to move and I was really thankful for that, it still hurts like hell but with out moving it wasn't as bad as before.
The light was turned on again and I heard a terrible noise. It was extremely high and loud. The glass in the windows shattered.
I covered my ears. There was only one explanation for this.
My guardian. He was here to save me. And he did. Justin was teared away. The pain began to fade even if I still couldn't move. I just lay there and starred to the side of room with a weak smile on my face. The air started to flair and I blinked. When I opened my eyes again there was a boy. He was beautiful. His hair was black just as his shirts, skinny jeans and vans. His eyes were hazel but they were cold just as the rest of his face. His arms and neck were full of tattoos. I realized a huge red cut on his left sleeve.
When he looked at me his expression softened.
“Gee, are you ok?” his voice was almost inaudible but it sounded beautiful.
“I..i d..don’t know, who are you?” I stuttered, still under tears.
“I'm Frank.. you normally call me you Guardian..”
When I realized what he just said my smile got bigger. He was here and he saved me.. again. But this time I could see him.
“Bring me home please?” I begged and he nodded with a smile.
He wrapped me into the blanket and picked me up. It hurt and I made a grimace. He saw that and tried his best not to hurt me even more. He started to hum which led to singing.
My head leaned on his shoulder and I smelled his perfect scent. It was sweet and comforting.

If I could be with you tonight
I would sing you to sleep
Never let them take the light behind your eyes
One day, I'll lose this fight
As we fade in the dark
Just remember you will always burn as bright
He sang the song I wrote the day I left him. It was perfect, he was perfect.
I lay in his arms and fell asleep with our song in my ears.

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