Fic: "Kill All Your Friends"
I apologize for all the sudden posting, just trying to get the whole story so far online to be critiqued. ;-) Fanfiction continued... again...
Title: Kill All Your Friends
POV: Gerard's
Disclaimer: I own nothing, None of this ever actually happened, just pure imagination. etc.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Damn it, Gerard!” I recovered from stumbling in time to hear Jared yelling at me. Shit. There was red wine all down the front of Jared’s shirt white shirt. His and my glasses were still in my hands, but they were both empty, the contents splashed on both of us. Even though I’d probably gotten the worst of it, I ignored my own shirt, setting both of the glasses down on my kitchen table and running over to try and fix his shirt before the stain sat in.
Jared and I had drove around on his motorcycle for about an hour, skipping all my evening classes, before he had decided we should go back to my place while Mikey was still at school and the house was deserted. That’s the way it normally worked. He decided where we were going and I followed. I didn’t deserve any better anyway.
I knew absolutely nothing about stains, but I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care, so I scrubbed nervously at the stain with my own shirt, mumbling sorrys the whole time. He didn’t accept any of them. “It’s not going to come out like that, you stupid bitch!” He yelled. My eyes were still locked on his shirt so it took my by complete surprise when I felt a sharp pain just under my cheek. I was suddenly on the floor, grabbing at my cheek with one hand, unable to move from sheer shock. Not that this kind of thing didn’t normally happen, just normally not this fast. I turned over and saw Jared standing directly above me, taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room. I shuddered when I saw his bare chest and immediately felt the consequences of my actions- a fresh smack across my cheek. Jared shook his head, forbidding me from looking any further. “You don’t deserve this.” He said plainly, and I couldn’t find any reason to disagree with him.
He grabbed my shoulders roughly and pulled me up off the ground, ignoring my wince when he touched the bruise still left on my back. He nearly ripped my hoodie off, frowning when he realized I had nothing on under it, and pulling the hoodie over his own head. We were in no way close to the same size, me having a thin frame and him caring around his gorgeous muscles on his athletic physique, and I heard the seams popping at his action.
“I could get you a bigger shirt.” I offered hurriedly, trying to save what was left of the hoodie before it was too late to recover.
He shook his head. “Don’t argue with me.” He said in a stern voice, and I feared the evening had already taken a turn for the worst.
“I wasn’t. I was just off-“
I was cut-off as I doubled-over, recovering from a punch in my gut. “Don’t talk back to me!” Jared shouted above me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine another scenario, a nicer one where Jared shrugged at the stain on his shirt and told me everything was alright, and that he still loved me. But this was in no way realistic. Jared had never told me he loved me, let alone shrugged off something like this so easily.
“Are you LISTENING to me!?” Jared punched me again and I fell to my hands and knees, gasping for the breath that had just been knocked out of my lungs. Jared was a strong guy, a fact I had experienced many times before. I lifted a hand to my mouth as I coughed and saw a splotch a red land on my hand. Great.
I began to get up, starting to rise to my feet slowly, but Jared was quicker than me and apparently didn’t think I had earned anything more than the floor. He delivered a sharp kick into my ribs and I cried out in pain, falling completely over to my stomach now. I felt another kick and thought I heard a crack, though it was probably just my imagination. At least, I hoped so. I cried out again, but tried to hold my tears at bay a little while longer, hoping Jared wouldn’t see them running down my face. I was sick of being called weak and useless by him, even if it was true.
Jared squatted down to my level, running his fingers through my hair. I thought momentarily that maybe he’d let go of his anger by now, but that changed when Jared suddenly grabbed hold of a handful of my hair, pulling my head up until he could see my face. A tear betrayed me and slid slowly down my cheek as he pulled up tightly. He frowned and shook his head. He muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like “useless little fuck”. Then he released my hair and stood up himself, kicking me in the ribs again, this time harder, daring me to get up. This time, though, there came an answer to my cry.
The front door flew open and I heard two pairs of feet running towards the kitchen. Mikey was home. I wondered briefly who else was with him, but couldn’t find the strength to lift my head to see who it was. “Gerard!” I heard Mikey shout as he made it to the kitchen. There was anger in his voice. He directed his next comment at Jared. “Get the fuck out of here Jared! And don’t let me ever see you near my brother again!!” I could see Jared’s face out of the corner of my eye. He smirked disbelievingly and jogged towards the back door, slamming it shut behind him. He wasn’t scared. Jared wasn’t scared of anything.
I coughed again and felt Mikey’s cold hands on my back. “Gee, are you okay? Come on Gee, answer me.” Mikey said desperately. I groaned and attempted to push myself to my knees, getting help from Mikey. He looked genuinely worried, but behind that I could still see the anger he had been holding back while he made sure I was alright.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m f-fine.” I stuttered, though I didn’t even convince myself, let alone Mikey. Then I remembered there was someone else in the room with us. I turned towards the kitchen door and my jaw dropped visibly.
Frank was in our house again- Why? Hadn’t he just tripped me in class today- called me a fag and publicly humiliated me everyday since 9th grade? His face was a void of emotion except for a flicker of worry I saw. Worry? About me?
Mikey seemed to notice my surprise at Frank’s presence there and answered my unanswered questions quickly. “Frank’s going to be interning at Eyeball Records with me next year, Gee. The guys asked us to get to know each other since we’d be working together next year.” Frank smirked at Mikey before letting his face return to its void of emotion. He nodded in agreement and left it at that.
I tried to suppress my shock and disapproval at Mikey and Frank working together. Luckily, Mikey had just decided that I was okay enough to be yelled at. Frank took his queue from Mikey to leave the room and exited into the living room. Mikey turned on me. “Gee… Why were you ever with Jared? How long has this been going on?!”
I didn’t want to answer. It made me seem even more worthless and weak than I already was. Finally, I mumbled my answer.
“What was that?!” Mikey asked, clearly getting impatient with me.
“6 months, okay?!” I yelled back. I realized then that I was still shirtless and that Jared had taken my hoodie with him. I cursed under my breath as I shivered violently. Mikey took my wrist and pulled me towards the laundry room, pulling out my Iron Maiden shirt and tossing it at me. I winced when I put my hand up and caught it, the pull near my ribs aching. Every part of me was aching.
I pulled the shirt on and nodded thanks to Mikey before he continued his rant. “How could you stay with that creep that long?! How could you keep that secret from me for that long?” The last question really seemed to show in his eyes, like he was genuinely hurt that I hadn’t told him about Jared. I frowned. More than anything, I regretted hurting Mikey. If anyone deserved to be trusted, it was him.
“I’m sorry.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked down at the floor I had previously been laying on. It looked much better from this angle, I thought humorously. “I’m sorry I’m not strong, Mikey. I’m sorry I’m so useless.” My thoughts rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. Tears sprung behind my eyes, but I refused to cry from either pain or this conversation at the moment.
Mikey sighed. “Gee,” he started, but I turned and walked out of the kitchen, feeling more like a burden than an older brother. After all, wasn’t I suppose to be the one protecting Mikey? I couldn’t even protect myself.
Frank was still sitting on the couch when I entered the living room. He acknowledged me with a nod, but turned away quickly to look at something he’d taken from his bag. I doubted he was actually doing anything, but I couldn’t really blame him for staying out of the situation. I nodded back and descended the stairs down to my room in the basement. I closed the door behind me, hoping Mikey would take the hint not to follow me, and spread out across my bed. I was asleep in minutes.