The Opposite Of Love; ferard

1.7

i was still laying on bert's bed, the drugs beginning to wear off, when i first heard the shouting, but my focus didn't leave my phone. i didn't move as the screaming grew louder.

eventually, the white door swung open violently. i blinked sleepily. smiling faintly when i saw bert.

"do- do you have more?" i gestured to the empty plastic bag.

he shook his head, stepping aside so pete and gerard could enter the cluttered room as well. "frank," gee sighed as pete ran over and pulled me roughly onto his lap before beginning to stroke my hair.

"what the hell did you even give him?" pete asked, glaring at bert.

"just pills, nothing really hardcore."

"what the ever loving fuck, bert?" gerard brought his fist around, slamming into bert's nose with brutal force. blood began to trickle down his face. bert hit him back just as hard, (blood by mcr is playing right now omg) his fingers bloody from his gushing head wound. gee gasped, coughing, struggling to regain his breath.

once he did, he tackled bert to the floor. his hits were wild and erratic, with few actually landing shots. by the time pete scrambled off the bed to pull gerard off, gee was sobbing and shouting profanities.

pete yanked me off the bed and dragged me out of the room behind him and my match.

"i swear to fucking god, if you ever talk to him again i will put you in the hospital!" pete screamed at me once we were outside.