It started with the car|| Gerard Way x reader

chapter eight

Hello readers. I want to apoligise in advance if anything stated in this is triggering in any way. 
I may or may not have finally read asotm and its really fucking with my brain so I'm sorry if my writing is off. honestly this chapter took too long to get out ( I know you see one a day but they're posted to schedule and I posted like the first 5 in one day) chapter 7 and 8 took me way to long to write and I apologise for that. enough with my rambling have fun! also sorry this is kinda short. I'm trying to keep the chapters between 1000-1500 words for the time being so I can get more chapters out to try and keep up with daily posting.
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CHAPTER 8

I heard a knock at my bedroom door. "Mmm What?" I sat up a little seeing Tyler and Josh in the doorframe. "I knew he didn't leave last night. Tell me everything!" I rolled my eyes at Josh. "How come Josh is more of a girlfriend than you are Tyler?" I tossed a pillow at the door as they both ran off. "I bet they loved that." I heard a sleepy voice beside me. "Good morning love." I brushed a piece of Gerard's hair out of his face. "How did you sleep?" He groaned rolling back over. I took a long gaze around my room. I should have cleaned up before I brought anyone over. I had a broken plate in the corner of my room from my last meltdown, empty Arizona cans scattered around my room, and clothes strewn about and falling out of my dresser. Did I ever turn off my CD player or is it still silently repeating? I heavily sighed. Why is my closet door open? I noticed that stuff was moved. Maybe I did it. Gerard said something. What was it? I don't know. I don't remember going through my closet. "(y/n)" Gee had waved his hand in front of my face. "Sorry, what did you say?" I continued to look around my room. "Are you okay?" I felt his hand travel to mine. His hands were soft, a few scars tattered along his fingers. "I'm okay." I shrugged lying back down into Gerard. "Sugar, I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong." I looked up into his eyes. I can't tell how he's feeling he just seems so. Blank. "I'm okay Gee, trust me." I gave him a soft smile as he ran his other hand through my hair. I let out a shaky breath as I snaked both my arms around Gerard burying my face into his chest and breathing him in. "I've got you, don't worry," he whispered to me. "I don't know what's wrong Gee." I felt my eyes begin to water. "It's okay, I'm here. We can figure out what's wrong together." Suddenly I felt a vibration coming from the other side of Gerard. "One second sugar, Mikey is calling." He picked up the phone and I climbed off of him. "You didn't have to get up." I walked around my room collecting the cans into the trash can as he talked to Mikey. "Can we not do it tonight? I made plans with (y/n) and I'd hate to go back on them." I shouldn't eavesdrop. It's a little too easy though, I mean- That's why Dad kicked me out. I heard a conversation I wasn't supposed to and threw it up in his face so Tyler took me under his wing for a bit but then he moved away. How did I even get here? I keep thinking about that. If I just shut up while I was ahead of myself I wouldn't have gotten myself to this state(state of despair not New Jersey.) If I had just let them walk all over me instead of making a big deal out of it. All the memories flooded me at once. "Fuck" I stammered walking out into the bathroom. "I can't be feeling this. Dad wouldn't have just kicked me out." I remembered all the events of how I got here.

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"You cannot be serious. I didn't do anything wrong." I felt my entire body tense up as I glared at my stepmom. "No, I want your phone." She stated firmly. "No, this is bullshit. You didn't tell us we had to clean shit your fucking daughter came at me telling me this and you even said we didn't have to." I tossed my phone at her as she lunged towards me. Fuck. I turned and ran out of the room slamming the door behind me. "Mother fucker." Did I just hit her with the door? How funny. I slid myself between the wall and the fridge as she raised her hand towards me. "You can't hit me I'm not your kid!" I thrashed about, covering my head with my arms. "No, you hit me with the fucking door you brat." I used my legs to kick her away from me. "I know you don't like me 'cause I'm nothing like you or your stupid kids!" I shouted as she slapped the side of my head. You fucking didn't. I was stunned. Did she really? How funny. You are the same age as my brother I'm gonna treat you as such. I wasn't thinking, my hands were moving faster than my brain. I hit her. Not hard, just in the leg. I watched her stumble back in shock as she ran to her room. "You just hit my mom." My step-sister looked at me. "She hit me first." I shrugged and walked into my and her younger sister's bedroom.

"Pack your shit. You're out of here." I scoffed and began to gather everything. "Mrs. Joseph said she'd take you. "Bet." That is all I said before she walked out.
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I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror seeing my eyes all red and glossy. "(Y/n) are you okay?" I heard Tyler at the bathroom door. "Just let me go in there." the voice belonged to Gerard. I turned on the sink washing my face before walking out. "I'm sorry about that. This hasn't happened in what, two years?" I looked to Tyler who nodded. "Are you still up for tonight then, Sugar? If not we can reschedule." Gerard suggested pulling me close to him. "It's okay Gee, I still want to go out. I'll be okay." I hugged him. "I'm gonna head out, call me if you need anything (y/n) I'm always here for you!" Tyler yelled running out the front door. "I wonder where he's going." Gerard kept looking towards the door. "I'm really sorry about earlier, I didn't expect to have an episode like that." I trailed off feeling Gerard's hand in mine. He brushed his free hand against my face. "Sugar, I was just worried about you." He cupped the side of my face with his hand and lightly brushed his thumb across my temple. "I won't ever be mad at you for expressing your emotions. I promise."