“Bethany,” Gee hissed. He’d been chasing me still half-drunk around my apartment for an hour now. Although it was funny for a while, his words and slurs were beginning to scare me. He was mad-no he was enraged.
I had locked myself inside the bathroom, and now there was no escape. I’m an idiot, I know. He was banging on the door and mumbling things, most of which I couldn’t decipher. However, he knew I had his pills, or whatever the fuck these things are, drugs, and he wanted them so feverishly he was going mad. I could avoid the fright inside me by opening the door and throwing the bag at him, but he was not in a good state of mind, and I didn’t want to deal with whatever they would to him when he took them.
“Bethany, fucking open this door.” He yelled, a combination of kicks and punches at the wooden frame, I heard it splinter. He cackled darkly and it sent shivers down my spine. I had to act, and quick. I opened the bathroom closet door, it was small, and I was going to have to squish, but it had a lock and it would do for the time being. Just Gee managed to punch a hole through the door, I locked myself inside the cramped closet and dialed Frank.
“Again?” He whined, but he obviously had not slept since the last time I called.
“H-help me Frankie.” I whispered shakily.
“Where the hell are you?!” Gerard yelled, still not fitting through his makeshift entrance.
“Is that Gerard?”
“He’s really drunk, he wants the pills I found that guy giving him.” I told Frank in a hurry.
“Who are you talking to?” Gee asked, followed by the splintering of more of my wooden bathroom door. Frank sighed and I could hear him moving about.
“Give them to him. He’s dangerous right now Bethany. Give them to him.” Frank was pleading now, but I couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“FRANK HE MIGHT KILL HIMSELF!” I yelled, not caring that Gerard could hear me. He was closer to getting into the bathroom, and when that happened, well, I didn’t want to know what would happen really.
“I’m on my way there now,” he paused and I heard a car start and the engine rev, “give them to him.” He urged. I sighed a yes in agreement and unlocked the closet and crawled out.
Gerard was sticking his sweaty face through the hole in the door. Hair was sticking to his face and he looked like something straight of a horror movie, or a documentary on drug and alcohol abuse. Which he could be, really.
I handed them through the hole and he snatched them.
“I knew you’d come to your senses.” He scoffed, and walked toward the living area. I stayed on the bathroom floor and began to cry.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N Sorry about the short and shitty update, like I said I'm having some writer's block but I wanted to give you guys something. More tomorrow, I promise!
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Demolition Lovers
Fanfiction*5 years ago* Bethany Lisa Wood sits in her last day of highschool-ever. She has no plans for her future. Only to get out of the godforsaken town she’d been calling home for the past 19 years of her life. She knew how she was supposed to be sad toda...
