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3Title: Hero {standalone}
Author: Darkxangel13
Rating; uhm...probably R for abuse and rape mentions.
Pairing: Bert + Gerard
P.O.V. Mikey's. you=Gerard
Disclaimer; I really, really hope this never happens. this is just what my sick mind comes up with.
A/N: this is my first ever post for Bert and Gerard, so I hope you all like it and it doesn't suck. for challenge 4, prompt 3: Bert and Gerard through someone else's eyes. this is dedicated to everyone here, because you all inspire me :)
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To the naked eye, you and Bert look like a happy, romantic couple. But I, Michael James Way, am not the naked eye.
I know what happens to you late at night when no one's looking. I knew long before you told me on that fateful night.
In all reality, it shouldn't have surprised me when you told me. I knew it was happening, but I was in so much denial that I actually believed it wasn't. It hurt me, it really did. Sometimes, I'd stay up all night crying, knowing you probably were too.
I just can't figure out why anyone would hurt you like that. You're like an innocent bystander, emphasis on 'innocent.' Every night you came to me, bruised, cut and crying, I hated him more and more. I remember that night like it was yesterday...
***♥***
It was about 11:30 at night and I was just about to go to bed when I heard a loud banging at the door. I went to the living room and opened the door to see you crying. "Gerard! What's wrong? What happened?" I asked. You held onto me and cried and cried until you couldn't breathe. I half-carried, half-led you to my room where I tried to calm you down. "Just take a deep breath, okay?"
You nodded, "It's Bert" you sobbed softly.
"Did he do this to you?" I asked, trying to cover my rage. You wailed loudly and nodded. I hugged you and asked you gently if I could see the wounds. You nodded again and took off your shirt carefully.
Your back was bruised really badly and kind of bloody and it loojed like he'd smacked you across the face a few times. It also looked like he had grabbed you held you down. "Gerard, what did he do to you?"
"He didn't do all this tonight," you managed to get out.
"Why'd he do all this?" I asked gently.
You started crying a little harder, "I wasn't feeling well, so I wouldn't have sex with him. I thought he'd understand, because I felt really sick but he just kept hitting me and..." You broke off and started wailing.
I was crying, too, "And...then?"
"He raped me!" you wailed loudly.
"Oh my God!" I cried.
We were both in hysterics and we just held onto each other and cried our eyes out.
When we finally stopped, we decided to go to bed, "Mikey?"
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm a bit paranoid."
"Of course, Gerard."
We got into the bed. "Gerard?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry Bert hurts you."
"I am too, Mikey."
***♥***
The thought of Bert raping you sent cringes and chills up my spine. To me, sex is supposed to be something lovers do out of pure love, but rape is probably one of the most scarring things that can happen to you, and to think someone you loved did that.
I asked you once why you were still with him, and you told me it's not his fault. You told me you think he has a personality disorder, like Tourette's or something, but he had his head too far up his ass to get help for it.
I think you must be the kindest, most accepting person in the world for you too love someone who's raped you, abused you physically and emotionally and spends their time getting wasted when you're sober. But I also think you're an idiot for loving someone like this who might kill you.
So, that brings me to tonight. I was just about to fall asleep, when I heard your familiar knock. I answered it, expecting you to be bawling your eyes out, but instead you pulled me into a big hug, 2 single tears dropping from each eye. "what is it?' I whispered.
"Bert broke up with me," you smiled.
"Oh, awesome!" I said.
He smiled some more, " I'm not fiinshed. He's breaking up with me to get help for his issues. I don't think I'd be with him again, but we can still be friends."
"That's great, Gerard!" I said.
"I'm just so happy," you cried.
"Come in, let's celebrate. I made pie yesterday," I said.
You smiled and we went into the kitchen. For the first time in a long, long time, we cried out of happiness instead of pain., "Gerard?"
"Yeah?"
"You're my hero."