Please Don't Take This Out On Me

"Baby?"
I swung around and groaned when I saw Gerard standing there with a frown on his face. "What's wr-"
"Don't talk to me-" I burst into tears. "Please just l-leave me a-alone." I sobbed loudly and ran into the bathroom; curling up on the toiletseat.
I was now officially alone now that Mikey decided we wouldn't be friends anymore. Of course I was a little bit pissed off that he didn't tell me Gerard was his brother, but I loved being his friend so much I'd be willing to let that slide to get him back.
All of a sudden, the bathroom door banged open and I jumped; curling up into a little ball and letting out a quiet, anxious whimper. Crap. Now whoever just walked in heard I was there. Good going, Frank.
I curled up even tighter and sucked in my breath so it felt like my lungs were corrupting. I didn't want to make another sound.
It was quiet in the bathroom. Too quiet. Normally the sound of running taps and teenagers laughing were echoed under the tall, cream coloured celing and walls which were now stained with dirt and graffiti. They might have been clean at one point, but now they were just gross.
The silence was just killing me. I knew there was someone there, and we'd both have to move at some point!
Then finally, I heard "Frank?"
I bit my lip and crawled down from the toiletseat; temptation giving in as I open the door for the familliar voice I recognized as Gerard's.
He immediately embraced me (and I gave in) so I sighed and clung onto his shirt; burying my head in his chest. "Frankie... I don't know what's going on, love," Gerard's concerned voice spoke softly as he lifted my head up so I could look him in the eye.
I whimpered and scratched at the fabric on his shirt as I tried to pull him even closer to me. "M-Mikey h-hates me b-because h-he kn-knows you've been c-coming into my r-room-" I sobbed. "And Bob h-hates m-me or y-you or somebody because I t-told him y-you've been coming into our r-room-"
It happened so fast I wasn't sure it even happened at all; but my head slammed against the wall and I gasped. Gerard's hand was pressed against my windpipe and his eyes were blazing with fire. I choked and tried to pull his arm away but he was stronger. "G-Gee-"
"Why the fuck did you tell him I came into your room?" He hissed; moving his hand to pin me against the wall by my hip. "I- I didn't know it m-mattered-" I whimpered as tears started streaming down my face. Why was GERARD mad at me too? What did I do?
Gerard's face changed from angry to neutral and I dropped to the floor. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. You know how Bob gets with his... space." He hesitated a bit and opened his mouth as if to say something, but changed his mind and stormed out of the bathroom.

Notes

Hmm what's up with Gerard?

Ig-planetaryspook