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I slumped down into the corner crying uncontrollably, what the fuck have i done? Frank hates me, he's ended us! i cant believe it. I'm such a moron. What am i going to do without him? I need him in my empty life, he's the only one that makes everyday worth living. I'd be dead already without him. Well i guess i am dead now, I'm numb. I don't know what or how to feel.
I slowly drag up my lifeless body and walk to the cupboard where i kept my alcohol, my medicine. Taking out a bottle of whiskey i began to swig it down, not giving a care about getting drunk. Pain demands to be felt and this was the only thing that could ease it. I slumped down on a chair, my head spinning like crazy, yeah i was getting drunk and for some reason my mood picked up, it felt good being drunk, it was almost like feeling high but using alcohol instead of drugs. I suddenly picked up the piece of paper and called Tom, i don't know what made me do it, (most likely the alcohol) but i did and for some reason i didn't feel guilty.

'Gerard?' he said, sounding surprised.

'Y-yeah come o-over oka..okay' I said, my words were very slurred.

'Sure' he said, then he hung up.

I waited for him to knock the door, whilst still swigging the whisky from the bottle that almost fell from my hand a few times, i was so drunk and i knew it. Then suddenly i regretted calling Tom, but i guess i didn't care right now, not one bit. The door knocked and i staggered over to it, using anything i could for support. Opening it, there stood Tom. He smiled and walked in, i shut the door and slumped on the sofa, he did the same, however he sat instead of slumped.

'How come you called?' he said, he had a funny look on his face so i could tell he knew i was intoxicated.

'I- i don't know... you see, thi...this alcohol is g-good so we could sha...share?' I joked, giggling like a little kid, spilling a bit of whiskey on my shirt, my head began to spin. Tom gave me a dirty look.

'Your really fucking drunk you know that right?' He said, raising an eyebrow at me.

'NO....ME...drunk... HA NO, I don't eve...even know what it is because.....THIS IS NOT ALCOHOL its cola' i slurred, still laughing, i knew i was drunk but i couldn't control my actions or what i said.

'No, Gerard, your drunk and you know it' he sighed, moving slightly closer towards me.

'NOOOO.... FUCKING HELL' i shouted, pushing him backwards. Dropping the bottle of whiskey on the floor, it smashed...shards flew everywhere, i watched as Tom shielded his eyes in defence.

'Fucking hell Gerard' he exclaimed, kicking away shards that had landed by his feet.

'W-what...' I stuttered and before i could breath another word he suddenly leaned in and kissed me, strangely i kissed back. I suddenly felt him touching my crotch, placing his hand on it. I heard him moan loudly. He began to unzip my trousers and i pulled away.

'What the fuck are you d-doing?' i snapped, pushing him away from me.

'I know you want this' He snarled, pushing me onto my back and pinning down my arms.

'NO FUCK OFF' i shouted, spitting at him with my alcohol ridden saliva.

'No' he laughed evilly, unzipping his pants and then mine, tugging them down without hesitating. Even though i was drunk, i was still aware of what was going on, and by the looks of it...He was going to rape me.

I lashed out at him in desperation, trying to get him off me, but it was no use, my mere 5'8 was no match against his stocky build and his huge size of 6'1...so my attempts were feeble. I began to cry as he pulled down my pants and put his hand round my throat, trying to stop me from making a sound. I choked trying to catch my breath. I suddenly felt a pain go through me and a loud grunt noise come from Tom, he was inside of me, i tried kicking out at him again, but he hit me and i stopped, i was drunk, scared and vulnerable, he had me where he wanted me and there was no way i was escaping him.
Strangely i heard a knock at the door, i tried to scream out but Tom covered my mouth and snarled,

'Shut the fuck up else ill kill you'

I then heard someone shouting 'Gerard'....It was Frank....

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