Troubled and Hurt

*Gerard's pov*

Hi.. My name's Gerard Way, though everyone calls me Gee, I'm 15 years old, and MY LIFE SUCKS!!

It's just me, my 14 year old brother Mikey, and our dad now, you see.. ever since mum died in a car wreck when I was 6.
We used to be a nice, happy family, til the accident. Dad blames us, cos mum was on her way to get us from school when it happened.
He used to work, our dad. Nothing exciting or glamorous, just a mechanic at a small garage and car dealership, but it was something.
After mum died, dad hit the bottle pretty hard.. and then he started to hit us too.
Being the older brother, I considered it my job to protect Mikey, so I have always taken dad's beatings, while Mikey hid safely under the bed, or in the closet.. Which is where I metaphorically live my life. Yes, I'm gay!.. don't make a big deal out of it. It's not like I've ever done anything. I've never even had my first kiss, male OR female, so you can take your homophobia and go stick it up your ass.. I don't give a shit.

But, back to dad.. He lost his job, cos of the booze, then he lost our house, and we went to stay with some friend of his in Boston for a while.
His friend seemed nice at first, made me and Mikey pancakes, and brought home sweets. We moved in there a couple weeks after my 8th birthday, and everything was ok for a while. Dad still drank, still hit, but his friend, Cory, would usually put a stop to it and sober dad up, or at least, TRY to.
We'd been there just over a month when things turned bad. See, Cory's girlfriend dumped him, and he got lonely. I tried to pretend that he hadn't come to my room that first time.. By the 20th visit, it wasn't so easy to ignore.
We were in that house, with that pervert, for a little over two years. I never told dad, cos what would HE care?.. And I never told Mikey, cos I didn't want his childhood ruined any more than dad already had.. I never told ANYONE.
I DON'T want to talk about it!!

We left when dad got in a fight with Cory, cos dad wasn't paying his share of rent. From there, we moved to another of his friends, a guy called Jon, who lived in Norwalk, Connecticut.
Jon had cats!.. I'm allergic to cats!. We left after two weeks, and three trips to the ER for antihistamine shots.
There are two bad things about getting a shot. 1: Needles!!- enough said! And 2: They cost money. And that makes dad angry, and then I get hit.
Sometimes I HATE my life!

After Norwalk, we moved down to Brooklyn, and dad actually got clean for a while. He got a job, and rented us a tiny, one bedroom apartment, near Prospect Park.
Mikey and I pretty much fended for ourselves, for the most part, even though I was just 10, and Mikey was only 9.
Things were ok there. The apartment smelled like piss and weed, we had to do odd jobs for the neighbours, just to get money for food, and the panic attacks brought on originally by Cory, were getting more frequent, with every word the jocks and populars spat at me.. But at least dad was sober, and not hitting me.
We stayed there for 4 1/2 years, then suddenly, dad came home in a panic, and told us that we had ten minutes to pack our things. Anything not packed and by the door by then, would be left behind. Good thing we didn't have much to begin with.
He rushed us out to the car.. I don't think he even locked the front door.. then we were gone.

Mikey and I knew better than to ask where we were going, but looking at the road signs, we appeared to be headed to Jersey.
It was about 2:30 in the morning when dad pulled the car over. Sleepily, I looked out the window and saw that we were parked by a river. Dad told us to get some sleep, and we'd find somewhere to stay in the morning. Fantastic.

Two months later, were squatting in an abandoned house in a town called Belleville. Dad's drinking again. Dads HITTING again. And I'm taking it like a little bitch again.
If left up to dad, I don't think Mikey and I would even be in school, so I took it upon myself to enrol us in Belleville High School.
We start today. Joy!!

As we approach the big iron gates, I can feel a panic attack starting.
My heart began to race, and breathing got really difficult. Mikey saw what was happening and sat me down on a bench, just to the right of the gates. He pulled a bottle of water from his back back, opened it, and handed it to me "Easy bro.. Small sips.." He said, softly, as he gently rubbed my back ".. It's gonna be ok"
I turned to look at him, and he shot me one of his rare smiles "I love your optimism Mikey.. But I think we BOTH know you're lying" I muttered, as my breathing slowed down, and the tightness in my chest loosened up.
Mikey smiled sadly and gave me a quick side-hug "Let's get this over with" We both looked at the mass of teenagers, and I suddenly felt like running far, far away.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here again with a new co-authored fic.

I will be doing Gerard's POV, and my new friend will be writing Frank's.

We hope you enjoy this..

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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