Growing Up Is Stupid
Title: Growing Up Is Stupid
Pairings: Frankie/Bob, Mikey/Gerard
Ratings: G-NC-17
Chapter: 18
Chapter Rating: NC-17 (Violence and rape)
POV: General
Summery: Sometimes growing up can seem like a torture. And that’s on the good days. But if you’ve got people close to help you through it… It can be alright.
Chapter Summery: Sometimes bullies take it too far
Disclaimer: You know this isn’t real… Right?
A/N: Yeah so… This is AU like nobody’s business. Frankie, Ray, and Mikey are all the same age and Bob and Gee are only a year older. But… It works for the story so… Deal with it. This is going to go from when the younger three are in Kindergarten till they graduate college.
This and the next chapter were going to be one chapter, but I decided to seperate them. The next part will be up tomorrow.
Previous Chapters HERE
No matter how he looked at it, Mikey couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault. He went over the events in his head every night. Staring at the sterile white hospital wall that seemed to glow, even in the darkness of the night, Mikey relived every detail of what happened until he cried himself to sleep.
He had stayed after school to help with Stage Crew. His first mistake. He wasn’t even in Stage Crew, but his English teacher asked him to help. He stayed until one in the morning. His second mistake. He walked home alone. Three strikes. As he was passing by the church on the corner of his street, he heard someone following him. He turned. He shouldn’t have turned. He should have just run home. But he turned. Finding himself face to face with Matt, he began to get scared. The grin on the other boy’s face cased his stomach to twist into knots.
“I… Um…” He turned to run, but only got a few steps before he smacked into someone. Brian began laughing and grabbed Mikey’s upper arms, stepping back a bit to get a good look at him.
“Where you goin’? We wanna talk to you.” As the rest of the gang showed themselves, Mikey tore away and took off running. As he cut through the parking lot of the church, Johnny grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt. Mikey slipped on the ice and came crashing down. The laughter of the older boys echoed around him. His eyes stung, but he refused to cry in front of them. A boot came out of nowhere, delivering a sharp kick to his side. He yelped as he was pulled to his feet and shoved against the wall. Black dots swarmed in front of his eyes as his skull met brick. He couldn’t help the tears that began to leak from his eyes.
“Awww…. The little baby’s crying!”
“How about we give him something to really cry about?”
“P-p-please… Just… Let me go.”
One of them, it was too dark to see who, backhanded him across the face and grabbed the front of his shirt. The person, Mikey could now see was Johnny, leaned close, pressing their noses together.
“Now why would we want to do that? We’re just starting to have fun.” He released his grip on the smaller boy and punched him in the stomach. Mikey choked on air and squeezed his eyes shut. With any luck, they would just knock him around a bit and then leave. But he had no such luck. After what seemed like an eternity of kicks, punches, and insults, Mikey found himself face down on the cold pavement without his glasses and without a hope. Dirt, blood, and tears mixed on his face. His whole body ached.
He felt someone grab his wrists and heard Matt growl, “I’m first.” As he felt someone tugging at his jeans, he began to struggle, but found it difficult to move. He tried to scream, but his face was pressed against the ground, the ice cutting across his bruises. Before he could understand what was happening, he felt a searing pain like nothing he had ever felt. Matt was tearing into him, his jagged fingernails digging into Mikey’s frail hips as he pounded into him mercilessly. Mikey let out a choked sob, only to have Matt yank his head back by his hair and snarl at him to shut up. Finally, the older boy was done. As he pulled out, Mikey thought with fluttering hope that it was over. But his hopes were soon killed as one by one, each member of the gang took their turn with him.
Jimmy raked his nails down Mikey’s soft back. Thin cuts appeared on the previously unmarred skin, bubbling blood. His knees were scraped and sore. His body ached. He had lost track of who was inside of him. A hand wrapped around one side of his neck and a mouth was pressed to the other. Mikey knew from the lip rings that it was Zacky. Sharp teeth ripped into the tender flesh as Zacky slammed into him, ripping open the wounds left by the rest of his boys. Mikey tried to scream, but Zacky’s fingers tightened around his throat. He struggled to breathe, air escaping him in choked gasps. His head began to feel strangely light. He stopped trying to get away. His eyes slipped shut. He stopped fighting to breathe. He let himself slip into unconsciousness.
Pairings: Frankie/Bob, Mikey/Gerard
Ratings: G-NC-17
Chapter: 18
Chapter Rating: NC-17 (Violence and rape)
POV: General
Summery: Sometimes growing up can seem like a torture. And that’s on the good days. But if you’ve got people close to help you through it… It can be alright.
Chapter Summery: Sometimes bullies take it too far
Disclaimer: You know this isn’t real… Right?
A/N: Yeah so… This is AU like nobody’s business. Frankie, Ray, and Mikey are all the same age and Bob and Gee are only a year older. But… It works for the story so… Deal with it. This is going to go from when the younger three are in Kindergarten till they graduate college.
This and the next chapter were going to be one chapter, but I decided to seperate them. The next part will be up tomorrow.
Previous Chapters HERE
No matter how he looked at it, Mikey couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault. He went over the events in his head every night. Staring at the sterile white hospital wall that seemed to glow, even in the darkness of the night, Mikey relived every detail of what happened until he cried himself to sleep.
He had stayed after school to help with Stage Crew. His first mistake. He wasn’t even in Stage Crew, but his English teacher asked him to help. He stayed until one in the morning. His second mistake. He walked home alone. Three strikes. As he was passing by the church on the corner of his street, he heard someone following him. He turned. He shouldn’t have turned. He should have just run home. But he turned. Finding himself face to face with Matt, he began to get scared. The grin on the other boy’s face cased his stomach to twist into knots.
“I… Um…” He turned to run, but only got a few steps before he smacked into someone. Brian began laughing and grabbed Mikey’s upper arms, stepping back a bit to get a good look at him.
“Where you goin’? We wanna talk to you.” As the rest of the gang showed themselves, Mikey tore away and took off running. As he cut through the parking lot of the church, Johnny grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt. Mikey slipped on the ice and came crashing down. The laughter of the older boys echoed around him. His eyes stung, but he refused to cry in front of them. A boot came out of nowhere, delivering a sharp kick to his side. He yelped as he was pulled to his feet and shoved against the wall. Black dots swarmed in front of his eyes as his skull met brick. He couldn’t help the tears that began to leak from his eyes.
“Awww…. The little baby’s crying!”
“How about we give him something to really cry about?”
“P-p-please… Just… Let me go.”
One of them, it was too dark to see who, backhanded him across the face and grabbed the front of his shirt. The person, Mikey could now see was Johnny, leaned close, pressing their noses together.
“Now why would we want to do that? We’re just starting to have fun.” He released his grip on the smaller boy and punched him in the stomach. Mikey choked on air and squeezed his eyes shut. With any luck, they would just knock him around a bit and then leave. But he had no such luck. After what seemed like an eternity of kicks, punches, and insults, Mikey found himself face down on the cold pavement without his glasses and without a hope. Dirt, blood, and tears mixed on his face. His whole body ached.
He felt someone grab his wrists and heard Matt growl, “I’m first.” As he felt someone tugging at his jeans, he began to struggle, but found it difficult to move. He tried to scream, but his face was pressed against the ground, the ice cutting across his bruises. Before he could understand what was happening, he felt a searing pain like nothing he had ever felt. Matt was tearing into him, his jagged fingernails digging into Mikey’s frail hips as he pounded into him mercilessly. Mikey let out a choked sob, only to have Matt yank his head back by his hair and snarl at him to shut up. Finally, the older boy was done. As he pulled out, Mikey thought with fluttering hope that it was over. But his hopes were soon killed as one by one, each member of the gang took their turn with him.
Jimmy raked his nails down Mikey’s soft back. Thin cuts appeared on the previously unmarred skin, bubbling blood. His knees were scraped and sore. His body ached. He had lost track of who was inside of him. A hand wrapped around one side of his neck and a mouth was pressed to the other. Mikey knew from the lip rings that it was Zacky. Sharp teeth ripped into the tender flesh as Zacky slammed into him, ripping open the wounds left by the rest of his boys. Mikey tried to scream, but Zacky’s fingers tightened around his throat. He struggled to breathe, air escaping him in choked gasps. His head began to feel strangely light. He stopped trying to get away. His eyes slipped shut. He stopped fighting to breathe. He let himself slip into unconsciousness.