Demolition Lovers (Frerard/Ferard)

Papa we all go to hell.

One week later.

Gerard's POV.

"Gerard, why would you do that again!?!?" My mother yelled, her voice cracking in the process. I couldn't tell wether she was about to ship me off to some far off continent, or bawl her eyes dry. Probably both.

"I've told you lots of times, at least I'm not like other kids." I replied, ordering strong rope on my phone. "I'm messed up but at least I know who I am. I wish you could accept me instead of ordering me around and trying to make me become someone else just to you can ignore the fact that I have issues!!!!" I stated through gritted teeth. She would kill me for this. But it was far to late to take back my words now.

I know you probably think my life isn't that bad and that I'm just attention whoring. Everyone does.

Well that's not it. That's not the truth.

I had some traumatic experiences when I was young. I was bullied mercilessly since I was just a kid.

Everyone called me gay boy in 8th.

Then in 9th I was finally able to come clean to myself, and everyone else, about my homosexuality. The bullying only got worse as you can imagine.

I really didn't care, but when I came out to my parents, they made me move to the basement.

They said they didn't want any incest in our family.

I never felt attracted to Mikey, ever.

I mean yeah, we used to take baths together and share a room when we were little, but that stopped when I decided I was a 'big boy'.

"Gerard what's next, anorexia!?!" She yelled, sniffling as she sat at the table.

I put my phone down looking at her, turning it off completely. She had crossed the line a while ago. I just hoped I could keep myself together untill the shit conversation was finally over.

"Donna, you know what we need to do?" My father, Donald Way, asked my mom.

"Oh no..." I thought to myself.

"Oh yeah, and what is that?! Putting him in boot camp!" My mom yelled, causing Mikey to come down, only to realize they weren't talking about him and his 'secret' weed addiction.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Stop! Just-" I started to only be cut off, reminding myself we are Christian family.

"DONT YOU DARE USE THE LORDS NAME IN VAIN!" My mom yelled, having enough of me and going up the stairs with two boxes of tissues. Mikey following.

"Gerard-" he started, but I didn't want to hear it.

"No! First I come out, being who I am! Then you move me downstairs cause you think I'm in love with my brother! And then when I want to get away, y-you take it t-to your a-advantage! I don't want t-to be here a-anymore!" I screamed, tears spilling down my eyes, my face becoming puffy and red. I couldn't take this anymore. Not only did they think I was a monster, they refused to see my side. They refused to help, they only wanted attention really. Maybe a new son would appeal to them too.

"Gerard, we don't want you to suffer in hell-"

"WELL I WILL ANYWAYS!!!!" I screamed again, looking up at my father, right into his sad eyes.

The ones he gave to me.

He looked back down at me, seeming to gauge out my eyeballs.

My saddened, shattered, broken, terrifying eyes.

They held memories I'd tell my lover one day.

If I ever have one that is.

I can't handle this stupid conversation. My mind felt like it would implode. Maybe I would like that.