Oh Baby Let Me In

Hi. My name is Gerard Way. I have fire truck red hair and hazel eyes. I live with my younger brother, Mikey, my Mum, Donna and my Dad, Don. Within our home, I'm happy. Mum and Dad are great. I get on really well with Mikey too. He's awesome. He means the world to me. After school each day, we hang out at home with Mikey's boyfriend, Pete Wentz. He's a good kid. Talks tough all the time. But that's okay. Life is great. At home. Then there's school. That's another story. Every day I get beat up. Never Mikey or Pete. I take whatever's coming for them. I protect my brother because I love him. I protect Pete because Mikey loves him and he's a friend. My bully is none other than Brendon Urie. Tall dark and, unfortunately, handsome. But a total dick. He hates us because I turned him down when he asked me out the first year at school. He beats me to keep my silence. I did tell him I had no intention of telling anyone. But he didn't believe me. I gave up saying it after a week. Now he just beats me out of habit. He calls me a fag and other offensive language aimed at the gay community. Funny really seems he's gay too. But still I keep quiet. I keep quiet for Mikey's sake. I know if I say anything, Mikey will be punished for it. So I take everything he has. That's what got me here today. Doubled over with blood dripping from my nose and a crippling pain in my stomach. I'd made the mistake of going out alone for a fag....cig....break. Not a good idea with Brendon around. I'd just finished my cig when he'd rounded the corner of the school. He didn't even speak. He just punched me in the stomach. When I dropped to the ground, he kicked me in the nose. Then he'd walked off. So here I was with my head down, leaned against the wall while I tried to get my breath back. That's when I heard someone laughing. I looked up to see a short kid with a black mohican and red sides. Next to him was a kid with strawberry blonde hair. The blonde kid looked pissed off. The short kid stopped laughing and a weird look flashed across his face. I don't know what it was. I couldn't make it out. Then he took a step towards me. Great. Another person who wants to beat me. I backed up, scared, and he froze. Then Mikey and Pete turned the corner. As soon as they saw me, they rushed towards me. "Fucking hell, bruv." Mikey said as he put a arm around me. "That fucking prick got you again? When's it gonna end?" I looked at him. "When I'm dead?" I said, then gave a dry laugh. Bad idea. I scrunched up my eyes and put my head down as a excruciating pain shot through my stomach. "Fuck." "I was being serious." Mikey said. I looked back at him. "So was I." "Oh look." We looked up to see Brendon heading our way. "The Fag community. When people called this place the fag spot, they meant the type you smoke. Not the butt fucking type." He stopped infront of us. Mikey saw red. "Why the fuck can't you back off." He snapped. "Gee's done fuck all wrong to you. Leave him alone." Fuck. Brendon grinned. So Not good. "Great." Brendon said as he eyed up Mikey. "A fresh target." I pushed Mikey behind me and looked at Brendon. "No." I snapped. "You leave him out of this. Do what the fuck you want to me. But you leave Mikey and Pete alone. This is between us. Besides, you pointed out yourself that beating me makes you feel better." I put my arm's out. "So go ahead. What are you waiting for?" Brendon's grin widened. "You're right, fag." He punched me, full force, in the stomach. "It does feel better when I beat you." I dropped to the ground as he turned and walked away. I noticed he joined the two kids I saw earlier. I guess I was right. The short kid was hot. He just had to be a dick like Brendon. Typical. No wonder I'm single. I don't trust anyone who isn't family or short, dark haired, emo Pete. Mikey and Pete helped me up. "We should get you to the nurses office." Pete pointed out. He was clearly upset. I know he wants to be able to protect us both. But he wasn't strong enough. As we got to the corner, Mr McKenzie, the grey haired art teacher, spotted us. "Gerard?" He said, frowning. I looked up at him. The short kid was still staring at me. Why the fuck......? "Who did this?" I shook my head. "No-one sir." I answered. "I fell." Mr McKenzie shook his head. "I don't think so." He said. "This has happened every single day since year one. Someone is clearly doing this." "I can't help it if I'm clumsy." He looked at Mikey. "Are you gonna tell the truth?" He asked. "Your brothers being beaten on a daily basis. I know how close you two are. So you must want this to stop. So tell me what's really been going on." Mikey gulped. "Gerard's telling the truth." He said, eventually. "He's always been clumsy." Mr McKenzie looked at Pete. "Pete?" Pete frowned. "I've known Gerard a long time." He pointed out. "He really is unbelievably clumsy." Mr McKenzie sighed. "Maybe your parents can get you to talk." "NO." I shouted. "Please don't. Grandma Elena is ill. They're busy worrying about her. Please don't bring them into this. Please." I could feel a panic attack coming on. Mikey noticed and spoke up. "Please, Mr M." He said, quietly. "We're very close to Grandma Elena. It's bad enough that we know we're going to lose her. Please don't involve Mum or Dad. Can't you just drop it and let us get Gerard to the nurses office? He's close to a panic attack." Mr McKenzie looked at me wide eyed. "Oh god." He said. "Yes, yes. Of course. I'll leave it. Get Gerard to the nurse, immediately." He moved out of the way. Mikey took the opportunity and he and Pete led me to the nurses office.

Notes

Hope you like this new story. I'm working with my daughter. I wrote this one and FrankieBoyx will write the next.
Love as always. xxx