Hurt Me More

Gerard's pov (italics are flashback)

"Gerard, get in here!" Dad yelled from the living room. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve before shakily getting off of the floor before limping out of my room. "Gerard!"

"Y-yes, S-sir?" I said timidly, bracing myself for any other harm my father and his friends would inflict on me.

"Get us all beers, fag." My fathers friend sneered as he threw a bottle at my head. Luckily it hit the wall next to me, shattering everywhere making me wince.

"Y-yes, Sir." I said and moved as fast as my body would let me. My legs felt like they would give way any moment as I grabbed six bottle of beer from the fridge before hurrying back into the room.

"Took ya long enough. You need to train that bitch better." Fathers friend said making everything laugh and nod in agreement.

"Come over here, boy." Father snapped, I nodded and hurried over. Giving everyone their beers before standing in front of him. "What are you, boy?"

"N-nothing, sir."

"Who are you?"

"A-a bitch..."

Father bursted into laughter before slapping me across the face making me fall to my knees.

"Look at you, fucking worthless!" Father laughed as they laughed. Someone's hand came out, hitting the back of my head. A beer can was thrown at my, hitting my back hard making me whimper in pain. I couldn't say or do anything to make them stop so I just took it.

"Fucking disgrace, I wish you weren't born, would've saved me money. Disgraceful little bitch, get out of here." Father snapped, I shakily got up and stumbled out of the room. My head spun and hurt, everything hurt at this point. What seven year old had to go through this?

I was used to this by now, all the beating, name calling. Tonight was the first night I wasn't beaten until I passed out. My body shook and I slowly crawled into my bed which was some blankets on the floor in the corner of the empty room.

The window was broken, plastic wrap covered it but the cold still got in leaving me shivering in pain, hunger, fear, and the cold. The thin blankets I had were covered in stains, some were from my blood, others were from father spilling beer or whiskey on them.

Hugging my knees up to my chest I closed my eyes and blocked out the sound of fathers tv and his friends laughter. My eyes slowly started to close before I fell asleep.

~~~~~

"Get up, whore." Father spat, waking me up from my fitful sleep.

"Yes, S-sir." I said and got up as fast as I could, my whole body protesting as I stood.

"Fuckin' brat, make some fuckin' breakfast." He grumbled before lumbering out of the room.

Wincing in pain I made my way to the kitchen and made eggs. There wasn't anything else to make so I had no other choice. I did the best that I could do, my stomach growling hungrily when I smelled the food.

Just one bite couldn't hurt... No, I can't, not after last time. I still had bruises from last time.
Take the plate of eggs I gave them to father who grunted before eating and watching football. Looking back at the kitchen I felt hunger pains go through me.

"What the fuck do ya want?" Father growled, snapping me out of my thought. A beer can flow past my head almost hitting me.

"M-may I-I eat t-today, Sir?" I asked, not making direct eye contact because that would make him angry.

"You think ya actual deserve anything', bitch?" He spat, egg chunks flying out of his mouth.

"N-no, Sir, s-sorry, S-Sir." I said in shame.

"Do I have to remind you of your place?"

"N-"

"You disrespectful, bitch! Come over here now!" He yelled, I whimpered in fear but obeyed anyway.

I watched as father took his belt off, he then pulled me down by my neck so I was in the floor in front of him.

"Fuckin bitch just like your mother." He spat and spun me around. The belt came down harshly on my back making me cry out. Tears already streamed down my face as he hit me over and over again. I could feel the slashed opening, bleeding through my oversized sweater.

When everything was over I couldn't even sit up by myself. Everything hurt so much it felt like I was dying. Before father left he kicked me in the chest, knocking the breath right out of me. Then he lumbered into the kitchen to get another beer leaving me in the middle of the room.

"When I come back you better be out of my sight boy." Father warned before leaving, slamming the door loudly behind him.

~~~~~~

(Still flashback, Gerard is now 9)

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, S-sir." I choked out, father stood over me as I coughed up blood.

"You didn't do what I said, Gerard." He growled, my heart hammered in my chest even faster when he said my actual name, that meant I was going to regret I was ever born. I was supposed to clean the house and I did but Father said he found a spot I didn't clean.

"I-I k-know, Sir."

"Fuckin' waste of space, bitch."

Father wrapped his hand around my throat and began to choke me. My hands came up to pull his hand away but he was too strong.

"Gonna beat you until you can't walk, Gee bear." He chuckled menacing as he started slapping me across the face. Mikey used to call me that before mom took him away. Father knew how much it hurt when he called me that.

"P-p-please, Sir."

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled before backhanding me across the face. My head snapped to the side as blood started streaming out of my nose now.

I felt myself going unconscious which I was grateful for because the pain wouldn't be there for a little while.

~~~~~

"Open up, state police!" A man yelled from outside. I was laying in my blankets when I heard the man. I stayed where I was because I wasn't aloud to open the door unless it was father. "We're coming in!"

There was a loud bang making me jump in fear. My body started to shake again as I heard loud footsteps and people talking near the door. Pulling the blankets around me tightly I shut my eyes as tears slowly started to slide down my face.

It was fathers friends again, coming back to beat me again. Maybe they would go easy on my and just kick me a few times before watching football.

"Clear!" A loud voice and from the hallway it sounded like.

Holding me breath I silently sobbed into my arm. I had my whole body hidden in the blankets, curled up as small as I could be. I heard the door open as people walked into the room.

"Hello?" Someone said softly making my heart stop as the people moved closer. "We're not here to hurt you."

I sniffled, slowly curling in on myself more before I cried out in pain. My whole body twitches and shook as pain shot through me.

"Are you hurt?" A man ask as he slowly pulled the blankets away from me. I looked up at him in confusion because he wasn't hurting me and neither was any of the other men.

"A-are you Sir's friend?" I asked politely, instantly regretting what I said. Shrinking back I started stuttering out apologizes. Tears streaming down my face as I braced myself for the pain I was about to receive.

"Hey, it's okay, we're not gonna hurt you." The man said softly as he gently ran his hand through my matted black hair. I flinched away from the man, looking up at the other men who were watching me.

"R-really?"

"Yeah buddy, we're actual gonna take you to an office. You can rest and eat, get clean, put on some clean cloths, and then watch some cartoons. How does that sound?" The man asked with a smile.

"W-what's a c-cartoon?" I asked in confusion.

"You'll see." He said before holding his hand out to me. I looked at his hand and then back to his face. "We'll keep you safe."

I slowly took his hand and let myself be pulled up into the mans arms as he carried me out of my home.

"Wait, S-sir will be mad that I-I left." I said in panic as the man walked over to a car.

"Sir won't be coming back."

"W-why?"

"Let's just say he's been put away for a long time."

(End of flashback)

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