Demolition Lovers [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]]

Storytime With Eric

-Beth's POV-

I knocked nervously on the door in front of me, wringing my hands after I did so. My head my pounding and my heart was racing. I couldn't have felt worse in this moment. The sky was only breaking dawn; it was only maybe four or five am. I was worried Eric might be mad at me for getting here this early-

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an opening door.

I looked up.

"Beth?" He started, looking at my forehead almost immediately, but I didn't let him finish. I closed the space in between us and wrapped my arms around him, immediately collapsing into a full sob.

"I'm sorry!" I cried into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. "I'm so sorry!"

"Come on. Let's go inside." He said slowly as I slowly let go, wiping the tears from eyes as I followed him inside the house. We walked into what I assumed was a living room, with two couches and a tv, connected to a kitchen. I sat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin.

I was so tired.

Eric sat across from me and looked at me seriously.

"Do you want to tell me why the front of the car you drive here is smashed and why your forehead is bruised and bleeding?"

I chewed on my lip not even knowing where to begin. "Well-," I whispered hoarsely, "I saw Nathan."

Eric raised his eyebrows. "He went to see you?" He questioned.

"No." I shook my head. "I had to see him."

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly confused. I was quiet for some time, not knowing how to even tell the story. It was Eric who spoke first though. "Does it have to do with the bruise on your cheek?"

Dang. I forgot how good Eric had been at reading people. I hated it, but at the same time, it was one of the reasons I was still here.

"Beth." He said seriously, trying to look me in the eyes. "What the actual fuck happened? Why did you need to see Nathan?"

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. "It's dad." I whispered.

I could sense Eric get more alert at the mention of my dad. "Did he do this to you? Beth answer me! What's going on?!" He spat.

"He-he came home r-really drunk one night, a-and I tried to take him to bed b-but that just made him angrier!" I began breaking down, unable to control myself. "T-then he began yelling at me, and then-a-and then he hit me! Really hard! I didn't k-know what to do Eric! I j-just stood there and t-then mom-" I was breathing heavily now, panicking as I tried to retell everything. I began rocking back and forth and shaking my head. "And then mom- mom tried to stop him! And then dad-and then dad-and then d-dad-" I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.

Eric came over to me and grabbed my shoulders, causing me to flinch but he didn't let go. He stared into my eyes. "What did he do Beth?" He pleaded.

I closed my eyes, more tears rolling down my cheeks.

"H-he threw her down the stairs Eric! AND I COULDN'T STOP IT! I HAD TO WATCH HER ROLL DOWN HELPLESSLY! I HAD TO HEAR HER SCREAM AND-OH GOD- THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I began hyperventilating, trying to shake Eric's hands off of me, but he wouldn't let go.

His eyes were wide and angry. "How dare that bastard-" he began, "How dare he fucking hit you! And holy shit what happened to your mom... Is she-is she alive?" He asked, forcing me to look into his eyes again.