The Victim's POV

When I walk into the bathroom, the first thing Gerard does is make sure the door is shut and then slaps me harshly across the face.

I gasp, cupping my cheek. Gerard looks enraged and then that's when the blows start. At first it was just a few slaps, but then I can start to see his eyes get wet and he starts to punch me, but they're weak. They don't exactly hurt because he's too busy trying to keep his emotions locked away, but at the same time the punches don't exactly feel good.

''You fucking left!'' Gerard snarls shoving me down. I gasp, feeling a pop in my arm where it creases. Gerard hears it too because he pauses, looking sympathetic for a split second before delivering one last blow to my face.

''I have every right to leave!'' I say cowering into the wall. Gerard looks like an emotional wreck and it's actually quite disturbing. His hair is becoming a faded brown and his badly applied teal on the top is going away also.

''Why?'' Gerard asks, crossing his pale arms, ''why do you have every right to leave for two weeks? Mikey was almost in tears because he thought I was going to jail, your fucking obese friend wouldn't leave me alone, and you didn't even give me a heads up!''

A heads up? Gerard wants me to fucking give him a ''heads up'' when I leave after he makes me give him oral sex?

''You violated me! You made me give you oral sex when I didn't want too!'' I scream, crying out when he slapped me once more.

''I could have done so much more!'' he snaps, ''I could have! But did I? No. I didn't even though I wanted to do so much more to that ripe body of yours!''

Tears pool in my eyes. I know I mean absolutely nothing to Gerard but the fact that he's using me merely for my looks actually hurts. Like, fuck. That's all I'm good for isn't it? Just some illegal fuck that he can get off on?

''That's all I am to you?'' I sniffle standing up slowly, ''just some illegal screw you can get off on? Nothing more and nothing less? Well, screw you Gerard! I'm not your toy!'' I'm shouting now, tears cascading rapidly down my cheeks. Despite me not being attached to Gerard it hurts that the one person other than Vanessa who gives me attention is just using me for my body and nothing more.

Gerard looks a little surprised but doesn't let it show for more than a split second. For that split second I actually see sympathy in his eyes but it's gone just as quick as it comes.

''You mean nothing to me Frank Iero.'' Gerard shoves me down to my knees before unbuckling his belt and then tying my hands up so I can't even attempt to shove him away, ''now suck.''

Is this seriously happening again? Is he really doing this again?

I remember how I was so close to cutting. Cutting the pain away because hell, I don't want this. The pain my father makes me go through every time he re-discovers my mothers and I's living area again is more bearable than this.At least my father doesn't make me do this to him.

''No,'' I cry trying to get away, only to be shoved up closer. I whimper but engulf him in my mouth, biting down hard on his member.

Gerard curses, slapping me across the face. I can taste blood and that's when I see Gerard pull his jeans and boxers up, only to pull out a small black army knife.

''You'll pay for that, fucker.'' he snarls before cutting my right above the eyebrow. I cry out, and by the enraged look in Gerard's eyes, I know this isn't over.

It's far from it.

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''Vanessa?'' I whisper slipping into the seat next to hear, earning a disapproving look from our teacher Mrs. Fourks.

''What is it, Frank?'' she whispers, looking at me worriedly. I swallow roughly before shyly moving my bangs from my face, earning a gasp from her.

''Y-you're bleeding!'' she whisper/cries, eyes widening. Her slightly pudgy hands move up but I swat them away, shaking my head.

''I told you that I didn't want to come to school today,'' I tell her lowly, ''but you made me. Don't you see why I didn't want to come now, Vanessa?''

I can see she's about to cry so I shake my head and collect my books, making sure my forehead where Gerard decide to cut is covered before raising my hand.

''Yes Franklin?'' Mrs. Fourks sighs, giving me yet another disapproving look. I believe that's the only emotion this woman can give - disapproval.

''Can I go to the nurse?'' I murmur, ignoring the watchful looks I'm earning from the class. I see a single tear fall from Vanessa's eye and it breaks my heart. I don't want her to cry, I just want her to understand.

''Why?'' she questions, cocking an eyebrow at me. My stomach clenches and I frown before sighing, pulling the sleeve of my jumper up and showing Mrs. Fourks the cuts on my arm. They appear self inflicted, when in reality Gerard is the one who afflicted them.

''I hurt myself during PE, Mrs. Fourks. May I please go to the nurse now?'' I ask, standing up slowly. I ignore the dizziness, knowing if I give it too much mind I'll most likely pass out.

''G-go,'' she ushers not even bothering to write me a note. Vanessa comes with me, telling the teacher I might pass out at any moment.

We walk to the nurse, and not once does Vanessa ask about the cuts because she doesn't have too. She already knows.

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Apparently the cuts are deeper than they appear because I'm taken to the hospital, a whole scene is made in front of the school too.

''Who did this to you baby?'' my mom cries, tears threatening to fall from her hazel eyes. I know she worries that it's my dad, but it isn't. It's someone that might just be worse than my piece of shit dad.

His name isn't Frank Iero Senior, it's Gerard Way, the twenty year old senior who's making my life more hellish than my father ever can.

Notes

So, sorry for the week long wait! I'm sorry c: I just got lazy. Anyway, comments are wonderful(: And this will get better I promise. I mean, Gerard won't be a douche all his life :]

~Hallie xoxo