Icy Blues (Gerard Way Teacher)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Hate

It was cold. I was wrapped in a blanket with warm clothes on yet I couldn't stop shivering. I sat bundled up on the couch just absent mindedly watching the TV. I didn't feel tired. I don't know how long I slept for, if it was a little or a lot I'm wide awake regardless. I couldn't think straight. At first my mind was haunting me of the events but now it's just blank. I've cried all I can. Until my eyes and throat burned but no tears or sound come out. I don't know how long it's been since the police took Gerard but I've binged four episodes of criminal minds so far, at least from what I can remember.

What is that noise? I hear thumping from above me and it took me a few minutes to realize what it was. I quickly shut off the TV and lay down on the couch. Making myself look like I'm asleep. The thudding becomes louder and closer with each passing second, I couldn't tell if it was the sound of my heart or his footsteps.

The footsteps reach just outside the door and after some clicking, it opens. The only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart, I felt him get closer then I felt him. I felt his hand run up my arm until he reached my face. Gerard brushes my hair out of my face. "So beautiful. And all mine." I had to force myself not to tremble. His words, his presence. Terrified me. I felt him pull the blanket off me and I felt my body get covered in goosebumps as the cool air ran over my body. I flinched. And he noticed.

"You're awake." I didn't respond. I just tried to continue my façade. I hear him sigh, then my body was lifted off the couch. It startled me. Causing me to jolt, falling back onto the couch, notifying Gerard that I was awake. I look up at him with horrified eyes. Scared of what he would do. That's when I noticed it. The door behind him was wide open. This is my chance. It might be my only chance! I look up at Gerard who was silently staring down at me. "Good morning beautiful." He smiles and places a hand on the side of my face. Looking at me with a loving expression that made me feel sick. I slowly rise to my feet and place my hands on Gerard's shoulders. "Good morning." I force a smile as I pull him in for a hug. "I like this change of attitude." He states while chuckling, hugging me back. I force a smile once more and pull away.

This is it. It's now or never. I take in a deep breath before bringing my leg back as far as I could and kneeing him in the dick. His loving expression turns to agony as he slumps down in pain. "Fuck!" He exclaims. And before he could get a moment to react I muster up the strength I had left and swung my fist into the side of his face, sending him to the ground. "Fuck sakes Riley!" He screams at me. Before he could get up I run out of the room. Closing and locking it behind me. I bolt up the stairs, tripping over my own feet with each step I take. "God dammit! Open this fucking door Riley! You fucking bitch!" I hear him scream along with banging that became more faint with the further I went.

I finally reach the front door and unsurprisingly it was locked and needed a key which I assume he has. I run upstairs to the living room and begin trying to open windows. None of them even had a way to open. Fuck I don't have time for this. Even all the way up here I could hear Gerard. The sound of screaming and wood breaking was fueling my adrenaline. I run into the kitchen, frantically looking around. I rip open drawers, trying to find something that can help me. The most I got was a small cooking knife. I shove it in my pocket as I continue to look for things that may help me. Fuck it. I pick up one of the chairs from the dining table and run back into the living room. There was no more screaming. No more banging. All I heard was thudding. Was it my heart? No. It's getting louder. I began to panic more as I take a few steps back from the window, so i couldn't shatter glass all over myself. Lifting the chair above my head I arch my back to throw it with as much strength as I could muster. But the chair was ripped from my hands and thrown down to the ground. Quickly I take the knife from my pocket and back away. Holding it up to defend myself.

I stare at Gerard who had a bruise forming on his face as well as blood dripping from his hand. "Will you just give it up already!" He screams at me, taking a large step forward. "No matter what you do Riley you are never going to escape. You are never going to leave me, you are never going to see anybody except me again! So stop fucking fighting it!" "Fuck you Gerard! I will never stop fighting! You killed my best friend you killed my sister! You took away my freedom for your own sick pleasure! So fuck you! I will never stop fighting!" With that, I lunged at him. Knife raised, adrenaline and rage coursing through my body.

Gerard takes a step back and grabs my wrist. Using all his strength so I wouldn't stab him. "I hate you! No matter what you do to me I will never! Ever fucking love you!" I scream at him. Looking into his eyes. For a moment, I saw fear. I saw fear flash through his eyes. Gerard was scared. But it didn't last long. His hand tightly squeezes my wrist to the point I felt it going numb. I try and use my other hand to pry his off but as I expected. He was much stronger. The knife is ripped from my hand and I'm thrown to the ground. I try to get up but I'm quickly pinned down, the knife pressed firmly to my throat. "I just want to kill you! Cut your fucking throat open and watch you bleed out. How does that sound Riley?!" I felt the knife pierce my skin. I let out a small whimper but try to stay strong. "You are mine. You are only fucking mine! You belong to me! You will never so much as step foot outside this house! So get fucking used to it sweet heart." "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You sick piece of shit! I will never. Ever! Fucking belong to you. I hate you. I hate you and I'll never stop hating you! You don't own me!"

A horrifyingly sadistic look crosses his face. He places the knife blade in his mouth and separates my wrists. Putting one under his knee and forcing me to stretch out the other. "You belong to me Riley. And it's about time you learned your place." He takes the knife and holds the blade to my wrist. Not even a moment of hesitation before he digs the knife deeply into my skin. The burning sensation was unbearable as screams erupt from my throat. I beg and plead for him to stop but he never spares me even a glance. I felt my head become light as my stomach churned. Every bit the knife moved felt like hell. It felt like hours before he was done. "You see this Riley?" My vision began to become blurry as he held my wrist in front of my face. I blink a few times to try and make out what the bloody. mangled, mess was. I felt my body freeze like ice as I finally made out what it was. "G.W" "Now no matter what you do. No matter how far you go. You will always. Always be mine. You belong to me." I tried to scream but my throat was raw and dry. I try to stand but even if he wasn't holding me down my head was spinning. I couldn't see. The room was spinning and black spots begin to cloud my vision. I look up at Gerard who held this sick, satisfied smirk on his face. I try to speak. I try to yell and curse him out. I want to fight. But I felt the energy draining quickly from my body. All I could manage to mumble was a few barely audible words before my body grew numb and my vision faded to nothing but black.