The movie was actually decent, I was happy they got together in the end and the girl didn't end up with the guy. Mikey and I kept yelling at the movie, other people did too but not everyone. We all hated some parts but it was a really good movie.

After we left the movie theater, Mikey said that he needed to catch the bus back to his dorm. I asked if I could take him home and he was cool with it. More time with Mikey, yay, this was going to be fun. On the ride home, Mikey and I talked about the movie. We talked about how it could be worst and how it could, maybe just maybe, be better. Better than it already was, the movie was literally the best thing and we couldn't get out minds off of it.

An hour passed and we arrived at his dorm, "Alright Mikes, see you later?"

"Yeah man."

"Alright, I'll try to keep in touch okay?" I told him.

"Yeah cool. See ya." He closed the door and I waved at him, he waved back.

I watched him enter the building and drove off. On the way home I listened to some David Bowie and sang along to his music. It didn't take long to drive to my place but I felt like I wanted to take longer. I got this feeling that I should be out all night but I only stayed out for couple of hours and soon enough I was back at my apartment.

I went to grab my keys but I noticed that my door was slightly open. I opened the door and looked around. Doesn't look like anyone stole anything, my mind then recollects that I gave Bert a spare key. Maybe he went out to drink and came back here to crash. Like always. I shut the door and put my keys on the table in the kitchen.

I heard something drop and then heard Bert yell, "Gerard where the fuck have you been?"

"I was out with Mikes." I smiled at him. He entered the room and the stench of alcohol entered as well.

"You were out with your idiot brother?" He slurred.

"Yes Bert I was. While you're out at night getting fucking drunk!" I yelled, bad idea.

"Excuse me Gerard. But do you speak to me like that?" Bert got closer and the stench grew bigger and bigger. What was wrong with him? He has never done anything like this.

He got closer to me and grabbed my neck and held my body really tight. I couldn't move my body and it hurt. Why is he hurting me?

"Look you little fuck. You don't yell at me." He spat and threw me to the ground. I gasped out for air and then he kicked me in the stomach and punched me multiple times. Everything started to blur and I felt my face getting warm because of the amount of tears that kept flowing out of my eyes.

He dragged me to the guest bedroom. He threw me on the bed and started to undress me. I couldn't do anything about it, my body was too weak. Before I knew it, everything went black and I knew my body was in so much pain.

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I woke up the next day, no clothes on. My attempt to getting up didn't look nothing like an attempt. My body was shaking and weak. I looked to see if Bert was here, he wasn't. Everything hurt and I felt disgusting, the most disgusting thing. I attempt to get up again and I'm able to go to my bathroom. When I enter I look at my reflection and notice there are some bruises and scratches. I look at my body and notice the sharpie marking on my forearm. Looking back at yesterday I remember Frank and him giving me his number. I put on some sweat pants and look for my phone. Once I find it I type in Frank's number and called him.

It took about three rings until I heard a raspy voice, "Hello?"

"Uhh..hey Frank it's Gerard." I said trying to sound normal.

"Oh hey man. What's up?" I heard rustling around in the background.

"Uhmm...just woke up and found your number on my arm." I walk into my room and sit on my bed.

"Oh yeah. Forgot about that." I could sense a smile coming from the other side of the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..uhh not to sound rude or anything but why did you call so early?"

"Uhm," I look over at the clock, "it's fucking 10:30 Frank."

"No it is-oh yeah it is."

"Yeah, so I called because I just felt like calling you. Also too see if this was your number."

"Oh," He clears his throat, "Okay. Hey do you want to hang out? I feel like doing something."

"Sure, where do you wa-"

"Okay, tell me your address."

"Uhh I don't know it but I do live in an apartment that's ten minutes away from the coffee shop."

"Okay...well I'll be at the coffee shop in like twenty minutes."

"Okay, well talk to you later then?"

"Okay, see ya."

"See ya." He hung up and I went to my closet.

Not caring what I was getting, I grabbed a plain blue shirt and black skinny jeans. I knew my leather jacket was going to cover up the shirt and make me look like a badass so I was like fuck it, blue it is.

It took me ten minutes since my body was having trouble to function but everything sort of wore off after walking around everywhere. Also, since my cuts and bruises were on my face I had to clean myself up.

I got my bag with my art stuff and decided to take my notepad with my written lyrics in it. Then after I got my phone, wallet, and keys I walked out the door.

Notes

...uhh...hmm I don't know...
next chapter will be up soon..like really soon..