Please Don't Take This Out On Me

Bob stepped out of the bathroom with a devilish grin on his face. "Hello, Frank." My heart started thudding painfully and I started to feel a little bit faint. My past experiences with Bob really had not been pleasant, and I just prayed he'd leave me alone. I forced a smile eventually that probably looked like more than a grimance. "Haven't seen you in a while. Normally Gerard's here!" I decided that if I was friendly Bob wouldn't hurt me and I could make a run for the exit. I had little hope that this would actually work, but what was the harm in trying?
But Bob's face changed to confused and then angry and fear struck me like a hammer. What did I do wrong?
"Gerard... Comes, here?" I nodded and bit my lip; unsure what was going on. Bob growled and I jumped, which caused me to nearly hit my head on the narrow celing. "Bloody hell! He isn't fucking you is he?" I shook my head quickly and anxiously. Well... He did try. But thank goodness we were interrupted.
"That little bitch!" Bob hollered and I jumped; curling up a bit and folding my arms across my chest. Bob would get possesive over his side of the room, I mean, every single comic he owns is in alphabetical order! At night when I was sleepwalking once I tripped over the carpet and knocked one of them off the shelf and he yelled at me for an hour. Maybe Gerard is a comic book reader also? That would explain a lot. Maybe he keeps stealing Bob's comics and Bob is just really mad at him.
Bob continued to curse, and I could see his fists clench with rage, so I dashed out of the room quickly; only to run headfirst into Gerard and quite nearly fling us both down the stairs. "Where's the fire, Iero?" he asked with an eyebrow quirked and my heart sank. "U-uh-" was all I could choke out before I shook my head and sprinted down the stairs. I needed to find Mikey.

Notes

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