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My Chemical Romance - Bert (The Used)/Gerard Way/Mikey WayWARNING!!! - This story WILL contain scenes of graphic violence, including sexual violence. If you don't think you can handle it then don't read it. If you think can then by all means do.
Constructive Criticism is always welcome!!!!
*Gerard's POV*
A red hot pain exploded in my cheek as his open palm swung hard across my face. I fell to the floor, blood dripping from my mouth into my hand. I coughed slightly, trying to shake off the shock in my mind. I don't know why I still feel shock now, this has happened countless times before. Yet I always feel this way.
Every single time.
"You're so fucking useless!" He screamed at me. "You can't do anything right!"
Well I guess this is the price I pay for burning the toast.
I started to cry, leaning on the glass coffee table to hold myself up. I was shaking like mad, choking on my fear and the blood that was repeatedly filling my mouth. He knelt down next to me.
"So now you're going to fucking cry about it?!" He hissed in my ear.
"Bert please!" I pleaded, desperately clinging onto the hope that maybe he would feel sorry for me and stop.
"Oh don't be so fucking miserable." He said, rolling his eyes.
Without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face down into the glass coffee table. I screamed as I felt my nose break and more blood poured down my face. He put an arm around me.
"Oh it didn't hurt that much." He smiled. "Let me make it up to you."
He reached down towards my jeans and slid his hand onto my crotch. I just cried louder.
"Does that feel go..." He was cut off by a knock on the door. "Shit." He muttered.
He grabbed me, pulled me up and dragged me through to the kitchen where he wet a dishcloth under the tap and threw it at me.
"Clean yourself up. And I better not find any trace of anything when I come back." He started to go for the door but he turned back to me, grabbed me by my chin and leaned into my face. "Why do have to do this?" He asked me.
"B.. because you love me." I whimpered.
"Good boy." He whispered.
He kissed the top of my head and ran for the door. I immediatly began scrubbing my face clean of any blood. I watched with a shiver as the red-tainted water disappeared down the plug hole. I checked my reflection in the window. That familiar, pathetic boy stared sadly back at me. I suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to punch myself in the face.
No need. A voice in the back of my mind whispered nastily He'll do that for you
I wiped my tears away and headed through to the living room. Frankie, Mikey, Ray and Bob had come over to go through some band stuff with me. Bert walked over to me and slipped an arm around my shoulders. I put on my smile and prepared to do our little act.
Thanks for reading :]
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WarpedMinded
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I really love this story. If you know people that would like to come to this site, tell them and get them to join. We need more readers and writers. thanks
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