Oh, Baby Let Me In

I finished folding the last of my and Mikey's laundry. Don't ask me why I am doing my brother's laundry when he should be doing it himself. I offered for some stupid unknown reason. I guess I was feeling especially nice today or something.

I layed my brother's clothes on his bed. There's no way in hell I'm going to put the clothes away for him. Last time I did that, I found scary Playboys in his underwear drawer. Yuck.

I carried my clothes to my lovely basement bedroom and put away my clothes. Next, I checked my phone for any text messages, but there was none. I tossed my phone onto my bed and went into the bathroom to hang up some clean towels on the rack.

I set the basket down on the floor and ran back upstairs to watch a little television. I was majorly bored. Frank was at his aunt and uncle's. Mikey was out with friends he hasn't really talked to in a while. They went to play some miniature golf or something, I don't know.

About an hour later, I lay down for a nap, since I called didn't have to go into work today since my schedule was swapped with someone else's. I might have to look into getting a different job already. This blows.

I don't really mind though. I rather do something more meaningful than pour coffee for people anyway.

****
I woke up in a cold sweat, being shaken awake by Frank.

"Baby, baby wake up. Please wake up. You're having a nightmare." He said, raising his voice but, still trying to remain calm.
My eyes flickered open and I I let my eyes adjust to the bedroom light which Frank must have turned on. As soon as I wasn't being blinded by the light anymore, I threw myself at Frank, tears spilling from my eyes.

"Shhh. Baby, it's okay. I'm here." Frank cooed softly in my ear as he gently rubbed my back in a soothing manner.
I sobbed harder before I sniffed, trying to compose myself before I speak. "I-it was Billie. I dreamt about Billie, and he hurt me."
Frank's worried expression remained as he held me closer. "Do you wanna talk about it? If you don't want to, I understand."
I shook my head. "No, no. I can talk about it."
"Okay. Come, lay back down." Frank said softly and pulled the covers back over us.
"Comfy?"
"Mhmm. Very comfy."
"Okay. Now tell me about your dream."
I nodded and snuggled closer to my boyfriend. "Well, I dreamt that I ran into him in a public bathroom and he raped me after beating the hell out of me. I called out for someone to help but noone would help me."

I began to cry again, burying my face into Frank's side.

"Gerard, honey, shhh. Try and relax. Billie is not going to hurt you, you hear me? I will not ever let him lay a hand on you."

I nodded and gave him a small smile and leaned up to kiss his lips. Frank smiled back and wiped away some of the tears remaining on my face, then he kissed the spots, making me blush lightly.

"You okay, babe? Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Mhmm. I'm sleepy."
"Okie dokie. Let's go back to sleep."

We kissed a few more times and we fell into a sound sleep ten minutes later.

****
Luckily, I didn't have anymore nightmares during that night. Frank and I had no trouble staying asleep. Frank told me he was surprised he was able to sleep because he was really worried about me.

"You scared the shit outta me, babe. I was about to go wake up your brother."
I frowned and hugged the other closely. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm alright now."
Frank smiled and pecked my lips. "Good. I don't wanna be worried about you while I'm at work."
I sighed quietly. "Do you really have to go to work?" I fake pouted.
Frank simply giggled and kissed my forehead. "Yes, Gerard. I have to go to work. Besides, I don't want Mikey bitching at me if I skip it."
I sighed again and nodded my head. "I knowww. I'm just going to miss you, that's all.
Frank wrapped his arms around me and kept me there. "I'll come over after work okay?"
I grin spread across my face. "Okayyy."
"Okay, good. Now, I really do have to go, I'll be late."

He kissed me goodbye. I watched him from the living room window, and waved as he pulled out of the driveway.

I yawned as I poured myself another cup of coffee and headed to the living room to look at my phone. I really don't want to go to work today, either.

I dragged myself to work, no matter how much I didn't want to go. I was happy to have this job when I first started, but now I'm really unhappy with it. I had such a shitty first half of the day. I spilled coffee all over my manager. Then I slipped in the bathroom and now my back hurts like a mother fucker. I can't wait until I go home and just see my boyfriend and brother.

****
I was happy when my work day was finally over. My manager was pissed off at my for the spilling incident. I pull up to the house and check the mail before unlocking the front door.

I let myself into the house and lock the front door since Mikey isn't home yet. I open up the mail addressed to me then toss the rest on the kitchen table for my brother.

I go to the bathroom to empty my bladder, which I've been holding for the past two hours. We were super buy today and I didn't even get a smoke break, which had put me on edge. I smoked a cigarette on my way home, but I really need another.

I go change out of my work clothes quickly. I step outside, onto the front porch. I pull out a cigarette from my pocket. I feel someone coming towards me. My eyes immediately widen once I look up, and I freeze.

"Billie.... w-what?" I somehow manage to sputter out.
"Hiya, Gerard. How have you been?." He asks me with a smirk.

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