Drums Of The City Rain (Gerard Way Fanfic Book 2)

Chapter 25

~Patrick's POV~

I laid on my bed, just staring at my ceiling trying to imagine what Dawn must feel like right now. Images flashed through my head of the innocent, sweet girl being corrupted, being violated like that. It makes me sick and I couldn't think of it too much. I heard a knock on my bedroom door and a familiar face appeared in my door way.
"Hey, Pete." I said to him, not moving from where I was.
"Hi, so..." Pete replied, sitting next to me. "Wanna fill me in a little more on what happened?"
I sigh deeply and cover my face. "Gerard is a sick son of a bitch."I said through my hands, then remove them. I never swear. "He was drunk, she said, and probably high. She said she'd noticed he'd been a little off while she was there, like he wasn't himself."
"Man, yeah." He said while scratching his head. "Getting mixed up in shit like that can do that."
"I need to be there for her, Pete." I sat up saying. "I have to be. I don't want her to be in anymore pain, she's gone through enough."
Pete just looked at me, just stared and looked away, shaking his head and breathing a laugh. "What?" I asked.
"You love this girl, don't you?"
I stared back at him for a moment. "Yeah, I do."
~Dawn's POV~
I could feel this kind of tension, a kind of awkwardness with Gerard's family. I don't know if it was just me. If it was in my head because I'm always thinking about it - what their son did. Were they thinking about it everytime they saw me? I kept to myself, in my room, which used to be Gerard's and being in there made it worse, so I'd go outside a lot, to the park, and just walk around town. It got worse and worse, instead of better, handling it. Mikey had tried to talk to me, not about what happened, something else, anything else to get my mind off of it and make me smile. Sometimes he was successful but it wouldn't last.
I woke up before everyone else, leaving a little note and leaving the house. I'd been doing this for awhile because as time went on, being there hurt more and more. Everything there reminded me of him. His smile, his touch, how he made me feel loved and cared for. How he helped me through my aunt dying. And it hurt. It hurt so bad.
I didn't know what to do besides just wander. The problem with that is I had way too much time to think, way too much time to let the hurt dig its claws deeper and deeper into me.
I found a nice spot in the park, a spot where no one is, where I don't have to look happy. Because that's another thing, when I was with the Way's, I tried my best to put on a smile and act like everything was okay all of the time. Because I didn't want anymore pity. They took me in and helped me after my aunt died. They'd housed me and made sure I had what I needed even thought they didn't have to. I didn't want to need anymore help, especially not from them. They'd done enough.
I took a deep breath and looked out onto the pond. It sparkled like stars in the sky, and the green around it lit up by the sunlight was beautiful. I picked at the grass beneath me and just listened to the birds sing and the wind rustle the leaves around. I laid down and let the sun beat down on my face, warm and bright, trying to relax, calm down and let the pain drain out. It began to work, then all of the sudden I was in Gerard's dorm,on his bed, on my back with him pinning me down. I shot up and gasped. Then buried my head in my knees and under my arms, not knowing how to make it go away. The feeling of his touch on my skin. No matter how many showers I took, it was still there. I let myself cry because no one was around to see me. No one was around to pity me. Just then, I felt the phone the Way's had given me vibrate in my pocket. It was Patrick. I let it ring a moment, not sure if I should answer. At the last ring, I did.
"Hey, Dawn!" He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.
I tried to say 'hi', but it wouldn't come out right. "H-h-hi-hi." It came out choppy and weak, and between sniffles that I couldn't hold back.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I bit my lip and looked at the ground. I didn't want to lie to him, he deserved more than that, but I didn't want to tell the truth.
"Dawn?" He asked. "Where are you?"
I felt more tears flood my eyes, trying to push each other out to make more room. "T-the-the par-park."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. Where in the park? Is it that area you showed me that one time?"
I made a little humming noise that meant "yes", and then he assured me, once again that he'd be right there, then hung up. I waited no more than 5 minutes and he was walking up to me, then sitting next to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked with deep concern.
I shook my head.
"You want me to take you home?"
I shook my head faster.
He had brought a white board and marker for me that I'd noticed when he first came. He handed it to me and asked "what's wrong?".
I wrote, "I can't be home."
I read it and a puzzled look appeared on his face. "Why not?"
I erased what was there and wrote down, "everything reminds me of him, and reminds me of what he did."
He seemed to get it because his expression changed to pity and sadness. "Dawn...." He trailed off. "I'm sorry."
I didn't know what to do or what to write. There were all these emotions inside me, fear, sadness, anger, disgust, betrayal, and I didn't know what to do with them. They were building up and the pressure was too much. And I just broke. The seal that held it all in when I was around people broke into so many pieces that it was just gone.
I cried and cried, more than I'd ever done in front of anyone before, even my aunt. I cried about Gerard, how much I loved him and how he hurt me. I cried about my parents, about my aunt, about everything that's ever hurt me, every rude remark at school. Everything.
Patrick wrapped his arms around me, as if to keep me from shattering like a glass bottle. He stroked my hair along my back and pressed his lips against my head. Between crying away the hurt and Patrick's calming embrace, I had a feeling of safety and comfort, one I hadn't had in awhile. The feeling of Gerard's touch went away.
I stop crying and just sit there in his arms because I don't want to move. He gently rubs my arm and I listen to his heart beat.
"You alright?" He asked. I nodded my head and sat up, and tucked my hair behind my ear and lowered my gaze to the ground. Patrick gently lifted my chin and used his thumb to wipe away the tears from my face.
"I'm here for you, okay?" He said to me. "I promise."
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