Please Don't Take This Out On Me

"M-Mikey?"
Mikey was standing in the doorway with a confused look on his face. Oh, right - I was just raped by Gerard and lying naked on the bed. Gosh, Frank I wonder why he's confused.
"Frank what happened?" I sniffled and a couple tears trickled down my face as Mikey took a hesitant step inside. "Frank?" "H-He h-hurt m-me," I sobbed; curling up into a little ball.
I felt like I was going to throw up. My bum hurt, my stomach hurt, and worst of all - my heart hurt. Gerard hurt me so badly.
Mikey crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around my shaking body. "Hey, Frank it's okay, I promise." I whimpered and sobbed in his arms. Nothing was okay. My virginity was taken by a bully.
So what if he was absolutely perfect and looked like a freaking angel? I wish I could rewind the night and have found the courage to say no when Gerard asked (well, more like told) me to go to the club.
My head started to ache and I groaned; rubbing my temples. "D-do you have a Tylenol?" Mikey nodded and pulled a packet out of his pocket. "I get frequent headaches," he explained and put a tiny pill in my hand.
I swallowed it gratefully and sighed. My face was probably all red from crying and I could tell I looked like shit. "Hey, want me to stay the night?" Mikey offered. I was extremely relieved he asked. There was no way I was going to be sleeping alone after what just happened.
I looked up into his sincere eyes and smiled. "That'd be g-great." "Go put some clothes on then," Mikey said gently. He gave me a peck on the forehead and walked out the door; muttering "gonna go kill the bitch that hurt you."
"H-he's in the closet!" I called as I slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms. Mikey came dashing in immedietely. "What?? Why is Bob in your closet??"
My eyes widened and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. He thought BOB did this to me??? Bob's been as sweet as a lamb compared to what Gerard did.
"G-Gerard," I whispered so quietly I was sure Mikey couldn't hear me. Mikey's face changed from confused to angry. And not just angry. Extremely angry. Like he was gonna punch a hole in the wall and not hurt his fist. That type of angry.
"I'm going to kill him I swear to fucking god-" Mikey cursed and threw open the closet doors. Empty. Nothing was in there but three black hangers and a dozen moth balls. "Wh-where'd he g-go?" I could feel the blood draining from my face and could tell I probably looked like a ghost.
Mikey slid into bed beside me; wrapping his arms firmly around my waist. "He's kind of sneaky, sweetie. Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you."
I stayed up the whole night; crying in Mikey's arms and eventually fell asleep at 6am due to the lull of his light snoring. Something told me I was going to run into Gerard again...

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