Gerard's P.O.V

"Wake up, sleepy head." I knock lightly on her bedroom door. No answer. "Jasmine?" I knock firmly on the door. Still no answer. I need to see her, I have the day all planned out for us. I push the door open and find Jasmine huddled on the bed, tears falling down her cheeks and blood on the sheets.

"Fuck. Jasmine, what happened?" She looks at me, a blank expression on her face. "Jasmine." She blinks and smiles.

"Hey." She tries to sit up but holds her head. "I had a drink" She looks around the bed and holds up the neck of a broken bottle. "Frankie isn't good at hiding"

She looks under the bed and pulls out another bottle, opening the bottle and talking a long drink. I take the bottle from her and walk to the bathroom, emptying the rest of it down the sink. "HEY! I'm thirsty" She tries to take the bottle from my hands.

"You're drunk" I sigh.

"You're sexy" She bites her bottom lip and takes a step towards me. "So God damn sexy"

"And like I said, you're drunk. I think you should sleep." I walk back into the bedroom and leave.

"Fuck" I hit the wall with my fist. Mikey walks past, heading towards the door. "I wouldn't Mikes, she's drunk, and acting like a dick"

I walk back to my room, to grab my car keys. "Ray," I call walking past the living room door, "Comic book shop"

Mikey's P.O.V

Drunk, how dare she get drunk after last night. I head back downstairs, might as well watch some crap on TV, I can't talk to her when I'm mad.

The front door slams shut, looking out the window I see Gerard and Ray getting into the car. We're alone. Me and Jasmine. I run up the stairs and fling open the bedroom door. The first thing I notice is the broken glass, and then the blood. Sickness ran through my body, closely followed by rage and anger.

"How fucking dare you." I spit at her, the stupid whore.

She backs away against the wall "Go, go away"

"You, would rather drink and cut yourself than kiss me." I take a step towards her, "You're so lucky I'm even interested in you, I mean who wants damaged goods these days? I bet he fucked you every day." She didn't answer, just stared at me, "DIDN'T HE? Fucked you, then beat you, because you're a worthless whore"

She stood there, shaking her head, "No" she whispered, "No"

"No? You're not a worthless whore?" I stand in front of her, feeling her breath on my chest.

"He, never." She cried out, pushing against my chest. "I'm not a whore, leave me alone."

I laughed, "He never fucked you, did he." I grab her hands and hold them at her sides. "So he just beat you then, not even worth a fuck. I can change that." I smile down at her.

Notes

Sorry guys, I know everyone loves Mikey, he's so sweet and loving.

So that's why I made him like this.

xoxo