Gun fire

Chapter 9

Baileys pov:

"Gerard wake up!" I yell shaking him

"Fine be that way.." I mumble

I look around the room for a moment until my eyes land on a bucket, why there's a bucket in here I don't know but ill take it.

I grab the bucket going into the bathroom I but it under the sink head and turn it on felling up the bucket half way.

I walk back and go to the side of the bed Gerard's on.

"Last change..."

Nothing.

"Ok you asked for it" I dump some of the water on him and he shoots up

"WHAT THE HELL!" he yells

"Get up!" I yell and throw the rest of it on him

I put my hand on my hip as he looks at me angrily "so shaking me awake wasn't an option..." he says threw greet teeth

"I tried that" I say setting down the bucket and crossing my arms

Next thing I know I'm pinned on the floor by Gerard.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yell feeling my cloths start to get wet from him being on me

"Don't ever do something like that again..." he says and gets off me

I get up and all of the sudden his taking his jacket and shirt off.

My eyes go wide and I turn around "a little warning would have been nice!" I say

"It's not like I'm naked" he says

"Still!"

"Whatever..." he says walking outside to the car

"Umm you forgot to put on a shirt!" I say walking out with him

"What do you think I'm getting?" he sasses

I come up to him and he has his back to me digging in the back seat of the car.

"Woah what's that?" I ask touching a really big scar on his side

He moves away from me when I touch it "mind your own business ok!" he snaps butting on a plane black t-shirt and then putting his jacket back on

"I was just asking" I say putting my hands up

"You have your scars and I have mine" he says shutting the door and walking over to his side

I sigh remembering my torn up back that has scars and burn marks everywhere on it.

I feel a tear fall down my cheek. I wipe it away and calm down.

'Stop being fucking weak...'

I get into the car shutting my door.

"Are you going to buckle?" he asks

I just look out the window ignoring him.

I hate remembering my scars, it just reminds me of when I was weak I can't be weak, then people just walk all over you.