Oh, but it could, of couse I got a text right then saying, "hey Party Poison, long time no fuck, I got $5,000. Meet me at 2 a.m. our usual spot." Oh.

Maybe this would get Bert off my back about being out, he never lets me go anywhere alone, not after what happened last time- I shivered.

Being his top whore had its benefits and its cons, more minus's than plus's. One thing I was grateful for was being able to get out of that whore house, I never got any sleep there. All I heard was me being fucked senseless or someone else being pounded into the mattress, it was horrible.

"Shit," Frank grumbled, it was snowing pretty hard now, and it was getting hard to see out of the window.

We pulled up to a large high-rise, "I think you'll want to see my music room before everyone piles in." He smiled widely,

"Oh. My. God. I'm going in his penthouse. Oh. My. God. He has a music room. I'm going to cry. Eeeeeeeek!" I was so excited, mentally I sounded like a twelve-year-old girl.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of his PERSONAL elevator and into the most ostentatious house I've ever seen. The walls were a warm white, with red chair rail, and black pleather furniture (I knew he was against animal cruelty). I was dragged into a giant room with about twenty guitars hung on the walls and hundreds of vinyl records everywhere. The first one I saw was Black Flag,

"Frank! This is amazing! You're amazing!" I froze, I was horrified that I had just said that.

He pushed his body up against my back, making me quiver under his touch, "you have an amazing mouth." He growled, low and in his throat.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, signaling that the guests were arriving, he sighed irritatedly.

"Ah, good to see you Bob!" Frank said with a fake smile, "this is my secretary and personal assistant, Gerard Way."

"I knew Frankie here was gay but I didn't think hed get someone so hot, Id want a piece of that." I could tell this 'Bob' was joking, a voice sounded behind me.

"If you want him, you'll have to pay for it." I would recognize that voice anywhere, I froze and visually paled.

"Haha, heeey, Bert! Its been too long!" Bob said laughing uncomfortably.

I was too scared to move, Bert behind me with a hand on my shoulder was never a good thing. I could tell Frank was trying to figure out what was going on in my head, why I was acting like this, I couldnt tell him. All I knew was, I couldnt let him find out, not now, not later, not ever.

"Gerard? You okay?" Frank said in almost a whisper,
"I-Im fi-ine." Im not okay. Im not o-fucking-kay.

"I'm going to steal him for a little while, we'll be back soon." Bert was pissed.
I followed behind him, as soon as we were away from the prying eyes of the guests filing in I hit my knees.

"And why are you here?"

"Mr. Iero asked me to accompany him, so I can schedule gigs and events for your band- master." I fought the urge to cry.

"Did I give you permission, you dirty little whore?" He sneered.

"N-no master." He picked me up by my throat hard enough to surely cause bruises.

"That's right, now as punishment you will- entertain my friends and I tonight, do I make myself clear." His grip tightened

"Yes... Master." My voice was small and forced, "permission to speak?"

"Permission granted." He seemed curious,

"I was offered five grand for my services tonight at two a.m." He looked like he was figuring something out.

"Alright, you will be with us after that." He threw me down and I hit my head on the wall and my leg against a door frame.

I pulled myself off the ground, I limped into the washroom and shut the door behind me. I slid down to the floor and released all my pent up tears. I was pathetic, first I blew my boss, then I lied to my boss, now I'm crying in his washroom. Yet, somehow I still don't deserve this life. I dont deserve a life at all, everyone would be happier if I died. Bert could be nice again, Frank could focus more, and Mikey would have had a great school life, but he was my brother. He was related to the emo fag that fucked thirty-year-olds in the school washroom for money.

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"McCracken, what the hell are you playing at?" Frank growled,
"I can assure you, I have no idea what you mean." He smirked.

"Who are you to Gerard?" Frank demanded, Bert raised an eyebrow,

"Why do you want him? Like I said before, you'll have to pay."

"Pay for what?" Frank was starting to put the pieces together,

"Whatever you want done baby, you see, I'm his pimp. If you want to come back with us I can arrange it so you can have some of him, he'll already be entertaining my friends and I so I see no reason why you cant join." Bert flashed a devious grin.

Frank became enraged and was about to punch him when a hand grabbed his fist,

"Stop."

Notes

Shits about to go down! I'm so evil, now its a cliff hanger! Love you guys though!

Until the next night, My Killer Kittens