Demolition Lovers//Gerard Way

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  Frank and Meira are sitting in his livingroom, watching a movie. Frank's hand is placed firmly on her thigh, massaging it gently. As they continued to sit, his hand began to creep up her thigh, getting closer to her core.

  She looked to Frank, her lips pressed close tightly. She took his hand, moving down her leg to rest on her knee. He sighed and moved it back to its original position. He earned an unamused look from Meira becasue of his actions.

  "You let Matt do it." He mumbled. Meira sighed and took his hand, pulling it so his arm was around her as she moved onto his lap, facing him. Frank smiled a bit and kissed her, holding her waist.

  After a few seconds, the kiss got heated. Frank carefully pulled off her shirt and stared as her rising and falling chest. Meira huffed and looked away. "Frankie... Don't stare..." She mumbled, then gasped as she felt a pair of hands on her chest, which was only covered by her bra. She let out a soft moan as he massaged her chest. He reached back to unclip her bra. She laid her head on his shoulder. "Stop... I don't want this..." She reached for her shirt, but Frank grabbed both of her hands with one of his.

  "You're fine." He mumbled, unbuttoning his pants. She pulled her hands out if his and pushed him back.

"Frank. I don't want to." Meira said, trying to get off of his lap. He held her waist tight, squeezing hard on her hips. She pulled herself off of him with as much force as she could.

  "Get back here." Frank said, grabbing one if her wrists tightly. She cried out in pain, pulling harshly. His grip was too tight, making it almost impossible to wrench her hand from his grip.

  "Frank stop." She shouted. Before she could even react Frank's hand came up and struck her cheek. His fingers were slightly curved, his nails hitting hard.

  "Dumb bitch." He said, throwing her down. She curled into a ball, holding her knees to her chest. Tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to spill.

  "How could you?" She whispered, standing. She grabbed her shirt and ran to the front door, pulling her shoes on roughly. She ran out of the house. Frank went to the door, yelling for her to come back, but going back in when she was out of site.

  After putting her shirt on, she reached into her pocket, grabbing her phone and turning it on. She went into her emergency contacts and typed in Rays number, calling him immediatley.

  After only a couple rings he answered.

  "Meira? What's up?" He answered hurriedly, but tiredly. He had obviously just woken up. Meira quickly explained what happened and that she needed him to pick her up. "I'll be there in 5 mimutes. Don't move." He said, hanging up.

  She stood there for just around 4 minutes before Rays all to familiar car pulled up. He rolled the window down and told her to get into the car. She obeyed, pulling the door open roughly.

  "What the hell happened?" Ray asked as they drove in the direction of her house. She sighed bringing her knees back to her chest.

  "Ray. I don't want to talk about it right now please." She answered, burying her head into her knees. He nodded, setting one hand on her back.

  As they pulled up to her house she leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. He smiled as she climbed out, running into her house.

  As soon as she reached her bedroom she collapsed onto the bed in tears. She felt her face begin to bruise, she was just to scared to look in the mirror and see how bad it had really gotten.