Please Don't Take This Out On Me

I kissed him back; hungrily licking at his warm lips. He let out a chuckle and pushed me away. "Not now, baby. We gotta get to the club." I whimpered and tried to kiss Gerard again but he frowned and shoved me back much harded. "Frank, I said no." I ducked my head shamefully and he grabbed my elbow. "Let's go."
I stood up and followed him silently. I felt bad for throwing myself at him like a teenager at a One Direction concert, but he was just so irresistable.
Sigh.
Where the hell was this club, and would Mrs Skybalt notice? Gerard went over to my window and pushed it open with a loud grunt before signaling me to climb out. My eyes widened and I backed up; anxiety telling me not to move.
"I fucking said, GO!" I felt like throwing up but I obeyed and climbed out of the window. I winced as my feet smacked rather harshly against the hard concrete below. This was going to be painful, and very not easy. But I was doing it for Gerard.
As soon as he landed down beside me, he grabbed my arm and yanked me into an awkward sprint down the quiet road. I followed him; whimpering slightly in pain while my heart thudded nervously. I didn't know what lay ahead of us but I was willing to risk my neck for a night with him.
He finally slowed once we reached a giant club with bright neon lights spelling the word 'Fancy'. I'm guessing the club was fancy? I sure wasn't dressed the part with my half unbuttoned shirt and messed up hair.
"Sugar you okay?" Gerard finally stopped and turned to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath. "J-just s-scared." "It's alright, just follow daddy and you'll be okay," he purred and I nearly fucking melted. Daddy? Oh my god!!!
As I was continuing to think about how he just called himself my daddy, Gerard led me inside of the club and that's where it got scary. There were drunk people everywhere - grinding against each other, screaming, dancing, yelling, swearing, and the music was blaring so loudly I was getting a headache.
I flinched and Gerard wrapped his arm around his waist. He was probably doing it just to make sure he didn't lose me, but I appreciated the comfort anyway. He steered me over to a barstool and I obediently sat. He perched himself on the one beside me and turned to the bartender.
He mumbled to the bartender something I couldn't hear before turning to me and smiling. "Ever had a drink before, sugar?" I shook my head nervously and bit my lip.
Panic rose inside me and I fought to stay cool. I was just woried of being drunk and Gerard taking advantage of me. But he wouldn't go that far... right???
My train of thoughts were broken when Gerard thrust a wineglass in my hand filled with an unfamilliar substance. "Drink up, sweetheart." I obeyed; mostly because he was so irresistable and I'd do almost anything he asked me to in a heartbeat.
As soon as I finished the entire glass, I was starting to feel a little tipsy. "G-Gee-" I giggled; reaching my arms out to touch his face. Gerard smirked. "Come on, sugar, let's dance."

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