Adopted By Gerard Way

Chapter 23(END)

Hey, guys. I'm sadly reporting that this is the last chapter and this will not have a sequel. I've nearly been writing this story for an entire year. It has been a pleasure to write, and I hope that over 2,700 people have enjoyed reading it. I would also like to inform you that I have already begun writing a story that is top-secret. Stalk my profile for more information. Enjoy the last update of my Adopted By Gerard Way story. Intense bullying and suicide/self-harm throughout.

Jessica's P.O.V

"W-what? Where the hell am I?" I asked, my eyes conforming to the light surrounding me. A voice responded, but a ringing sensation blared in my ears as they answered. After my eyes adjusted to the light, the horrible ringing stopped. I just stared blankly upward, obviously at a loss for words. I automatically recognized the face of the man behind the wheel of that cream colored van. It was the man who hated me more than anyone ever could. My grandfather.

My mind was in thirty different places as I looked over and saw an unfazed Gerard.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"I'm not in terrible pain, but I am hurting." I replied, in honest truth.

"I...I need to tell you something. The doctors rolled up your sleeves, and...I saw the scar that was my first and last initial. The doctors didn't think that the scars were self-harm related, thankfully, but we got news. Your grandfather had escaped prision and it was he tried to kill you. He is in prision again, but the police neglected certain searches, apparently. He could easily have weapons on him in prision."

"Well, I've got youn Gerard, and you know what? That's good enough for me."

Then, Gerard's ringtone went off in the middle of the comforting silence.

"Hello? Yes, she's right here. Ok." Gerard said into his phone before looking at me and motioning toward his phone.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"How are you, little miss mistake in a ugly, useless body? Feeling any better now that you've got a musician from that queer band raising you?" I heard my grandfather spew into the phone.

"Yes, I am. He is my everything and you are a liar, a hypocrite, and a hater. Oh, and at least he can get and keep custody of a child without having his daughter as a hired gun." I practically screamed back. He just laughed and laughed.

"You're mine. That man wasn't your father. I am. That woman wasn't your mother. You were just told that crap so he could keep you. That was my son, Jonathan. He is sitting in a hole with a cap in his head and you will be in a hole right next to the queer you call dad!" he screamed angrily into the phone. Then, guards could be heard pulling him from the phone. Those were the last words I heard before the line was disconnected on the other end of the call.

"Who was it?" Gerard asked, his eyes sparkling a bit.

"Oh, it was just some kid I used to know. He was just checking in. He's doing well." I lied. Gee obviously saw right through the lie because he looked at me with a look of both anger and sadness.
"That's a lie. Who was on the other end of the call?" Gerard asked, a vein in his neck becoming more visible.

"It was my grandfather. He said that he was going to succed at what my mother failed at." I replied, tearing up a bit.

"I'll make sure that never happens. He will never lay a finger on you. I swear that on my life, dignity, and honor."

*three years later*

"Alright. Are you ready?" Gerard asked as I packed the last of my things in the car.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I replied. My school years went well. I went all the way through high school and graduated with honors. I didn't really have a ton of friends, but I did manage to earn a wonderful girlfriend. Her name is Harmony. Her entire life was a series of fails and trainwrecks, much like mine.

"Wow. And to think, had I not found you..." Gerard trailed off, sniffling just a bit.

"I would be six feet under, never to be heard from again. I thank you for always being theraputic, regardless of the time or what you're doing."

By now, Gerard had begun bawling like a baby. He was looking at me before falling into a hug.

"I love you. Be safe, Jess. God, look at me." Gerard said, attempting to stop crying and succeeding.

"I will. Love you." I said, climbing into my black 1976 Dodge Challenger

I pulled out of the driveway and began to just drive. I had my radio on the one New Jersy alternative rock station and was blaring All American Rejects as I approached the interstate.

"WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL!" I yelled out, not a care to give.

Then, it happened.

I was just driving before turning onto a one-lane exit. Then, I saw the same make and model of that cream-colored van that messed me up three years ago. The exact same driver sat behind the wheel. Just two days before, I turned eighteen. I was a legal adult, meaning I was no longer under Gerard's control. His word was gone. I was an adult.

I noticed him mouth the words useless tool before I was rammed off the road. I felt myself rise from the ground. A cold drop of water hit me on the same arm that it hit when my dad was paralyzed. I felt the car flip over and the roof slam on the cold, hard ground. I then felt my head contort itself before darkness came over my limp, hurt body.

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