part two
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“How high do you think I am Frank?” he pressed his body up against mine, I knew he was gone, the drugs taking over his body, over his mind. He clasped a hand over my mouth as if he knew I was about to scream my head off. I bit his hand and ran down the corridor; I only turned around to yell at him.
“Gerard Way I fucking hate you; if I ever saw you again it would be too soon!” I was scared really fucking scared, I loved him still but I was trying to get out trying to feel clean again. After the incident I started to doubt his love for me, because if someone loved you and claimed to love you at ever turning point, would they force you into sex, sex that, that you said no to?
I reached my car not having looked behind me again because really when Gerard Way was mad, it made me fear for my life, so many times in high school did I see him angry and if scared me a lot.
I ended up at home, not rehab. I needed somewhere that made me feel safe. I opened the door to my lonely apartment on the wrong side of Jersey.
I sat in my room in the dark. The phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was thinking about everything. I was over thinking doubting everything questioning everything I had ever known. I left the phone to ring and returned to my thoughts. After many attempts my house phone went off, I looked at the caller ID, it was Mikey, I gave in and answered cautiously.
“Hi” my voice horse from the silent tears that had run down my face.
“Frank, where the hell are you?”
“At home.” My voice still only just above a whisper. I guess someone cared enough to call even if it wasn’t the person who I desperately wanted to hear from.
“Is Gerard with you?” Maybe not, just checking up on his brother some friendship, but I can’t really blame Mikey.
“No.” Why didn’t he understand that what Gerard had done to me had ruined me? I was miles away from him and that’s the way it should always stay from now on. Away from Gerard fucking Way and there wasn’t a hope in hell right about now that it was ever going to change.
“Why would I have let that come home with me?”
“Why would I have let that come home with me?”
“What do you mean that?!?” Mikey demanded.
“Exactly what I said that!”
“You can’t say that Frank, Gee loves you!”
“Does he?”
“Yes of course he does.”
“I’m not so sure of that.”
“And why the hell not!”
“H-He r ra…” I swallowed the lump in my throat forcing the words out of my mouth. “He raped me Mikes.”
“What?”
“You heard me Mikey.”
“Frank, there is no way Gee would do that to you, he loves you too much.”
“He was high.” My voice was now choked with sobs that were coming from my body.
“Well then…” I cut him off
“That does not make it ok! He was wrong and he made, makes me feel so dirty. I can’t look at him anymore; I couldn’t careless if he threw himself off a bridge.” I yelled the last bit finding the anger bubbling through my veins.
I spent the next couple of days sat in my room, only getting up to piss or throw up. My phone was constantly ringing but it was like background music to me now. I just refused to answer, I wouldn’t eat or drink or sleep, I just sat and stared into nothing.
The phone stopped for a while, I smiled, finally they had given up, but only seconds later did it go off again; I picked it up.
“What?” I voice was strained from dehydration.
“Frankie, its Mikey, have you seen Gerard?”
“No Mikey I’ve told you before, I don’t want to see his face ever again.”
“He’s missing; we can’t find him anywhere, for three days frank, Gee’s never been gone for that long.”
“Tried a local bar?” I sneered down the phone