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I'm posting this on my own journal because someone has to go through each piece of work and mine got rejected *sigh* I like this community I don't want to have to join a different one...
I soon became obsessed with him. I went to Mikey’s only to catch a glimpse of him, or hear his voice. I finally got to talk to him. It was early in the morning, and I was going to take my final leak for the night before turning in. I was spending the night at Mikey’s house. I walked out of his room on my way to the bathroom, and there I found Gerard yelling at some guy.
“Yeah? Well you’re a lousy fuck!” The guy left slamming the front door.
“Gerard?” I asked quietly touching his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Hey, babe.” He leaned forward and kissed me roughly taking me to his room. This time wasn’t as great as the first time. He practically ripped off our clothing, and bent me over the bar of his bed. I felt him slam into me tearing my skin. I yelled out in pain before my body went numb, and I felt no more. When he was finished he shoved me onto the floor leaving me to bleed. I couldn’t move or run away.
The next morning was different than the night. I woke up to him lifting me into his arms, and carrying me to the bathroom. He put me in the tub carefully and started the water.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered stripping his boxer off climbing in behind me, and setting me on his lap. Taking some soap and a wash cloth, he began washing me gently.
“It’s okay.” I replied closing my eyes pretending it didn’t hurt when he washed my cuts and bruises. The water was a reddish brown when he was finished from the blood. He stood and lifted me out wrapping me in a towel and taking me back to his room. He dried me off and helped me dress then let me lay on his bed.
I was in pain for about a week, but not just physical pain. After Gerard was finished taking care of me, Mikey and I got into an argument about what happened. I denied him raping me, and told him that I wanted it like that. That was the last time Mikey ever talked to me, but it wasn’t the last time I was at the Way household. I was there almost every day to see Gerard. To touch Gerard, and do whatever he wanted me to do. One day I couldn’t believe what he asked me.
“Frankie, baby.” He moaned lighting a cigarette after I finished sucking him off.
I licked my lips and replied. “Yes, Gerard?”
“Would you do anything for me?”
“Yes, of course. You know I would.” I crawled up over him and straddled his hips sucking at his nipples. He moaned again, and I knew he was hardening.
“Mmm, would you kill for me?”
“Yes.” I positioned my hole over his erection and sat down quickly. He gasped and grabbed my hips as I bounced on his lap.
“I need you to kill someone for me.” He panted after we finished.
“What?” I gasped sitting up to look at him after collapsing only seconds before. “Who?” He pushed me off of him and took out a gun that was in a plastic bag.
“Take this. Wear gloves, and make it look like a suicide.” He placed the bagged gun in my hand and a pair of gloves.
“Who?” I repeated.
“Mikey.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill him after he cared so much about me.
“I... I can’t” I stuttered.
“Please? He’s been bothering me.” Something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes hypnotized me into doing it. I got dressed, slipped on the gloves, and loaded the gun.
Their parents weren’t home. Gerard planned it perfectly. I walked into Mikey’s room.
“Frank. It’s about time.”
“What?”
“I knew Gerard was going to send you to kill me sooner or later. This is your last chance, Frank. Stop this madness and leave Gerard!”
“No!” I screamed holding the gun out. He didn’t move. He just stood there and watched me.
“Gerard or me, Frank. You choose.”
“I choose Gerard.” I growled.
“Very well. Shoot me.”
I stepped up to him and put the gun to his forehead. Again, he didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed the gun from my hand and shot himself. It was a suicide after all.
I told Gerard that I did it, and he was happy.
“We can finally be together forever. Mikey was in love with you.” He smirked. Swallowing hard I ran back into Mikey’s room. I suicide note was already prepared and it read.
Dear Frank,
I’m so deeply in love with you, but you’ve been brainwashed by my homicidal brother. If you’re reading this, it probably means I’ve killed myself. I’m so sorry I’m not good enough for you, Frank. I’m sorry I never told you. Maybe if I did I’d still be alive and we’d be happy. I wish you luck with Gerard.
Mikey
P.S. Everything you’ve ever left here is in my closet
I walked over to the closet and opened it. The walls were covered with pictures of us. Pictures of me. Clothing that was mine was neatly folded and stacked in the corner.
“Oh, Mikey!” I sobbed. “What have I done?”
I soon became obsessed with him. I went to Mikey’s only to catch a glimpse of him, or hear his voice. I finally got to talk to him. It was early in the morning, and I was going to take my final leak for the night before turning in. I was spending the night at Mikey’s house. I walked out of his room on my way to the bathroom, and there I found Gerard yelling at some guy.
“Yeah? Well you’re a lousy fuck!” The guy left slamming the front door.
“Gerard?” I asked quietly touching his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Hey, babe.” He leaned forward and kissed me roughly taking me to his room. This time wasn’t as great as the first time. He practically ripped off our clothing, and bent me over the bar of his bed. I felt him slam into me tearing my skin. I yelled out in pain before my body went numb, and I felt no more. When he was finished he shoved me onto the floor leaving me to bleed. I couldn’t move or run away.
The next morning was different than the night. I woke up to him lifting me into his arms, and carrying me to the bathroom. He put me in the tub carefully and started the water.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered stripping his boxer off climbing in behind me, and setting me on his lap. Taking some soap and a wash cloth, he began washing me gently.
“It’s okay.” I replied closing my eyes pretending it didn’t hurt when he washed my cuts and bruises. The water was a reddish brown when he was finished from the blood. He stood and lifted me out wrapping me in a towel and taking me back to his room. He dried me off and helped me dress then let me lay on his bed.
I was in pain for about a week, but not just physical pain. After Gerard was finished taking care of me, Mikey and I got into an argument about what happened. I denied him raping me, and told him that I wanted it like that. That was the last time Mikey ever talked to me, but it wasn’t the last time I was at the Way household. I was there almost every day to see Gerard. To touch Gerard, and do whatever he wanted me to do. One day I couldn’t believe what he asked me.
“Frankie, baby.” He moaned lighting a cigarette after I finished sucking him off.
I licked my lips and replied. “Yes, Gerard?”
“Would you do anything for me?”
“Yes, of course. You know I would.” I crawled up over him and straddled his hips sucking at his nipples. He moaned again, and I knew he was hardening.
“Mmm, would you kill for me?”
“Yes.” I positioned my hole over his erection and sat down quickly. He gasped and grabbed my hips as I bounced on his lap.
“I need you to kill someone for me.” He panted after we finished.
“What?” I gasped sitting up to look at him after collapsing only seconds before. “Who?” He pushed me off of him and took out a gun that was in a plastic bag.
“Take this. Wear gloves, and make it look like a suicide.” He placed the bagged gun in my hand and a pair of gloves.
“Who?” I repeated.
“Mikey.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill him after he cared so much about me.
“I... I can’t” I stuttered.
“Please? He’s been bothering me.” Something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes hypnotized me into doing it. I got dressed, slipped on the gloves, and loaded the gun.
Their parents weren’t home. Gerard planned it perfectly. I walked into Mikey’s room.
“Frank. It’s about time.”
“What?”
“I knew Gerard was going to send you to kill me sooner or later. This is your last chance, Frank. Stop this madness and leave Gerard!”
“No!” I screamed holding the gun out. He didn’t move. He just stood there and watched me.
“Gerard or me, Frank. You choose.”
“I choose Gerard.” I growled.
“Very well. Shoot me.”
I stepped up to him and put the gun to his forehead. Again, he didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed the gun from my hand and shot himself. It was a suicide after all.
I told Gerard that I did it, and he was happy.
“We can finally be together forever. Mikey was in love with you.” He smirked. Swallowing hard I ran back into Mikey’s room. I suicide note was already prepared and it read.
Dear Frank,
I’m so deeply in love with you, but you’ve been brainwashed by my homicidal brother. If you’re reading this, it probably means I’ve killed myself. I’m so sorry I’m not good enough for you, Frank. I’m sorry I never told you. Maybe if I did I’d still be alive and we’d be happy. I wish you luck with Gerard.
Mikey
P.S. Everything you’ve ever left here is in my closet
I walked over to the closet and opened it. The walls were covered with pictures of us. Pictures of me. Clothing that was mine was neatly folded and stacked in the corner.
“Oh, Mikey!” I sobbed. “What have I done?”