"Where the fuck is she," I hear Gerard says from outside of my hotel room. Maybe if I hide under the covers he won't find me.
"Dude relax. What is going on," Mikey says from outside of the room. After I left Frank's I went straight to Mikey but from all the beers I had I don't think I made too much sense.
"Relax? RELAX? This bitch can't even do her basic fucking job and you want me to fucking relax," Gerard screams from the other side of the door. I feel tears start to swell up in my eyes, I tried really hard to do what he wanted for this music video. Actually, I try hard every time I do anything for them and he acts like a kindergartner would be better at this job than me.
"Gee. I don't know what is up with you right now and I really don't know why you are so upset with y/n but I am not letting you in the room like this," Mikey says.
"Let me? Right because you are in charge right? You're the boss? Get the fuck out of my way before you embarrass yourself anymore trying to protect this bitch," Gerard says. I hear some shuffling outside the room and then the front door flying open. Tears started streaming down my face even more as I buried my face into the blankets.
"Pittsburg? PITTSBURG? Are you a fucking idiot! WHY THE FUCK WOULD WE WANT TO SHOOT IN PITTSBURG," Gerard yells. I keep my face buried under the covers as tears continue to flow.
"Get that fucking blanket off of you and FACE ME," Gerard booms. I hear his boots move closer to me before the blankets are torn off of me. I keep my eyes closed too embarrassed and frightened to look at him.
"GERARD ENOUGH," Mikey yells running in the room, "Jesus Y/n are you alright."
"What the hell is with you! 'Are you ok Y/n' 'Gerard don't talk to her like that' When the hell did you become suck a fucking pussy," Gerard spats at Mikey.
"Me a pussy? You are the one that is picking on a girl that is doing EVERYTHING YOU ASK! She works so fucking hard for us and all you do is belittle every fucking thing," Mikey says pushing Gerard.
"Oh wow look at you! What a tough guy! Not just a fucking nerd anymore are you," Gerard says pushing back.
"If I remember correctly you were just my nerdy older brother Gee. Don't fucking pull this shit. Now someone explain to me what the fuck is going on," Mikey says. I finally get enough courage to look up and both of them. After Mikey's comment, Gerard seemed at a loss for words, like what he said was true and even Gerard couldn't deny it.
"I-I tried to find a school that would let us shoot in LA. I called at least 100 schools but couldn't get a yes. I have a friend who knows someone that works at a school in Pittsburg who agreed to let us shoot there, so I told Gerard," I answer.
"And what friend might that be sugar? I never see you ever talk to anyone on your phone? No one texts you. You are a nobody so who the FUCK is your 'friend'," Gerard says. Mikey snaps his head toward him giving Gerard a stern look and Gerard just stares back at me with anger.
"Who was it Y/n? I don't know anyone who works in Pittsburg," Mikey says.
"Uhm...well. It's a guy that works at the studio that we were supposed to shoot at," I answer looking at my lap.
"Oh that fucking idiot! I should have known. No way he would have just done this. What did you do sleep with him," Gerard says.
I don't know what compelled me to get up at that moment but it felt like I had no control over my body. Maybe it was the alcohol but I suddenly felt my hand sting. I blink and saw that I was standing in front of Gerard and his face was turned to the left. Did I just fucking hit him?
