The Light Behind Your Eyes (MCR Fan Fic)

Chapter 4

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Here's the next chapter!! Two in one day! *Pats back. 

Faye's Pov

Gerard came in and sat next to me on his bed. It was quiet for a good three minutes before I decided to break the silence.

"Why do you stay with me?" I asked looking down at my feet.

"How could I leave you, Faye? When your hurt and upset? I mean, you wont tell me, but I still want to help you in any way I can."  Gerard said. He sounded generally concerned.  I was still looking down at my feet and I spoke so quietly he had to strain to hear me.

"Just get up and leave, you wouldn't be the first one to do that to me"

"What? I didn't hear you" Gerard said.

"JUST LEAVE!" I was yelling now, I couldn't keep it inside anymore "I'M NOT YOUR CHARITY CASE! I'M JUST A STUPID GIRL WHO CANT READ OR WRITE!  I'm worthless." I whispered the last part.

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Gerard's Pov

When she told me that she thought she was worthless my heart melted.  She was so beautiful and smart, I couldn't take her thinking of herself like that.  And what did she mean by a stupid girl who couldn't read or write? I would have to ask her about that later. 

"Your not worthless! Your smart and you have so much to live for, Faye-" I started but she cut me off.

"SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR?!? I HAVE NO FRIENDS AND MY OWN FAMILY HATES ME! I'M DYSLEXIC AND I GET BEATEN ALMOST EVERYDAY!"  The room went dead quiet.

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Faye's Pov

What did I just do? I had kept those secrets for so long and within five seconds I had blown everything.

"Faye," Gerard started, "Who beats you?"

"No one."  I said looking down on the verge of tears.

"Who." Gerard said a little more sternly. But you could tell in his eyes that he was scared. What did he have to be scared about? I thought to myself. He wasn't the one who no matter how hard they tried couldn't read a book at a seventh grade reading level as a sophomore. He wasn't the one who got called emo, loser and retarded everyday. As far as I knew he had it made, I mean being the lead singer of a international rock band, that doesn't mean anything...

Gerard must have thought I took to long to answer him because he grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve about four inches and gasped.  I had to look away, I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. The skin was raw and bruised. 

"Faye" Gerard breathed.  "You have to tell me who did this, I can help you." I pulled away form him, and looked down at my feet. Could he really help me?       

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