8 stop
/two months\
Frank
"Frank quit starving yourself. You look terrible." Dean said coming up behind me.
"If I eat the marks will go away." I defended
"That's not a very valid argument." He said hitting me on the head.
"Who said it had to be valid." I mumbled.
"Me and everyone else." He said.
"Well everyone has different opinions." I growled.
"Dude with how much you haven't ate I could kick your ass right here right now, don't growl at me." Dean laughed.
"Hey Frank there's a letter for you." Someone said behind me.
"Thanks." I said taking it.
I opened it, and it was a picture of Gee in his favorite panties with my mark on his thigh. I looked at it realizing it was a tattoo. Dean looked over my shoulder and took the picture from me.
"Dude this is him?" Dean asked.
"Quit that's mine." I said snatching it away.
"Dude if he left bite marks like that, hell I would do anything for him." Dean laughed.
I stood up and punched him in the nose. He gave me a shocked expression and I walked off.
/two years\
Gee
"Oh right there!" I moaned.
"Like this?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said cigarette in hand.
I flicked it and smiled down at the man below me. He bit my side and I slapped him. He looked up at me shocked. "Don't you dare do that again." I growled.
"Sorry babe." He smirked moving his mouth back to my rim.
I felt him start to fuck me with his tongue and I lost it. I quickly reached my high and I finished off my cigarette. I put it in the ash tray and rolled over pulling the covers over me.
"Babe what about me." He whined.
"Later I'm tired." I said closing my eyes.
"No Gee-"
"Don't you dare call me that!" I yelled.
"What do you want from me." He yelled.
"I want you to stop being so whinny." I mumbled.
I felt a hard smack to my face and Jean growled at me. I stood up and grabbed all my clothes and put them in my bag. I grabbed his shirt and cleaned myself off. I grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans quickly slipping them on.
"It's over, come near me and I'll rip your throat out like the last one." I smirked grabbing my cigarettes and keys.
I walked out of the house and to my car. I got in and drove over to Mikey's. I honked the horn and the porch light came on. My phone went off and I smirked picking it up.
"Hey Ray, Mikey up?" I asked.
"Get your ass inside." He said hanging up.
I grabbed my bag and walked up to the familiar house. I opened the door and threw my bag down setting my cigarettes in my bag and my keys in the bowl. I walked over to the couch and crashed.
"Gerard get up." Mikey said shaking me.
"Fine I'm up." I said getting up images of Frank running through my mind. I smiled at the thought and grabbed Mikey's hand for balance.
"What happened this time." Mikey asked.
"He gave me a rim-job so I rolled over and closed my eyes in attempt to sleep but he started yelling and the he smacked me. I should have known better he bit my side." I laughed.
"You smell like cigarettes, go shower and I already looked through your bag." He said pulling me up.
"Gerard!" I heard Lynz yell.
"What?" I yelled back.
"Come here." She yelled.
I went down the hall and she was tying her swimsuit top. I helped her and then went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower then walked to the living room grabbing my bag. I took it to the bathroom and put on some clean clothes.
"Gerard come on hurry, I have a date." Lynz yelled.
"I'm done." I said coming out of the bathroom
"Gerard get in here." Ray called.
I walking into the kitchen and my plastic bag was spread out of the table. I pulled at my sleeves and walked over.
"Why?" Mikey said.
"It's Jeans I just took it to piss him off." I said.
"Let me see your arms." He demanded.
I pulled my sleeve up and he saw the track marks. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Gerard you have three years to clean up your act." Ray said as Mikey walked to the other room.
"Your sending me to rehab aren't you?" I asked.
"Yes." He said pain lacing his words.
