Yes, Mr. Way

19

As i pulled my trousers back up Gerard noticed the bruises on my bare stomach, he put his arms around me and hugged me tight.

'They didn't just hit your face did they?' he murmured, pulling away and indicating to my stomach.

'No, as you can see' I said, gesturing to my painful bruises, finally catching my breath.

'I'm sorry i want here to help you' Gerard sobbed a little, kneeling down and kissing my stomach, making me feel a little more at ease.

'Don't apologise, and you being here would have only made it worse' I said, pulling my t shirt over my head. He hugged me again, i could feel his breath on my neck, which made me tremble slightly.

'Why didn't you call me, i would have came straight back' he said, pulling away and bending down to pick up his shirt, i stared at his ass whilst he did so, then he turned around...and i quickly diverted my eyes.

'I didn't want you too see me in the state i was in Gerard' I said, picking up my bag following Gerard into the lounge.

Gerard sighed and placed his briefcase on the table, it tipped over and a few papers spilled out of it, i noticed one piece of paper which had some large writing on it, I glanced at it trying to make out the letters scribbled onto it, it read 'Call me' and then a phone number. I swallowed hard almost choking, then i picked it up.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS' i screamed, shoving the paper in Gerard's confused face, he took it from me and stared at it in shock.

'I-i don't know Frank, this wasn't in my bag earlier' he said, grabbing my arm.

'Spare me the fucking bullshit, WHO'S NUMBER IS IT?' i shouted, clenching my fists and ripping my arm away from his grasp, almost pulling him over.

'I don't know!' he cried, tears beginning to fall from his eyes.

'Stop lying to me' i muttered, gritting my teeth, getting closer to him, clenching my fists harder, he backed away slightly in appaul.

'I-it must've been put there without me knowing' he sobbed, his back was now against the wall, he was vulnerable.

'Shall we call it then ey?' I snarled, snatching the paper from his hand and dialling the number into my phone, i pressed call and it rang for a few moments, until a man answered.

'Hey Gerard' he said, sounding happy,

'Who are you?' i snapped, looking at Gerard in anger.

'Um, It's Tom, is this you Gee?' he said, sounding bewildered.

'No, what's going on between you and him then?' i snarled, sounding quite sarcastic.

'I'm his ex, who are you and why are you interested?' he said, sounding irritated.

I hung up, and turned to Gerard.

'Ex...FUCKING EX' i snapped, backing him in the corner. I could swing at him any moment, but i tried to restrain myself.

'He goes to the same school, he's in a higher year to you, i dated him years ago Frank, its over with me and him' he sobbed.

'Why has he asked you to 'call him' then' i smiled sarcastically, ramming the paper in his face again.

'We spoke briefly earlier and he left it me, i don't know Frank i really don't...I wasn't planning on calling him anyway, he's an ass hole' He said, his voice sounding shaken up, he pushed my hand down and i slammed my fist into the wall behind him, he jumped.

'Why did you keep it then? UGH I don't believe you, IT'S OVER' I snapped, before leaving Gerard in the corner crying and walking out the front door, slamming it as hard as i could behind me. That was it, I was done.


I started walking, i don't know where, i just did. I just wanted to be away from everybody. I came across an old wooden bench and sat myself down on it, crying harder and harder. Why would he lie? was he going to call him? I dont understand i thought he loved me.