Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

Anger Runs In The Family

Later that evening, my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst through my chest and onto the cream colored carpet of my bedroom floor.

My mom had been sitting in the living room watching The Breakfast Club. Then her phone rang. And from the tone in her voice, I knew it was the school calling. So turned off my bedroom lights, and pretended to sleep, thinking she'd leave me alone.

I was wrong.

There was no knock, and no warning, I hadn't even heard her come up the stairs. 'It'll be okay, moms cool..' I told myself. But when I saw her face, I knew once again, I was wrong.

My door flew open so hard it hit my wall, and knocked over a painting I made. The light turned on, and I glanced at the now broken piece of art, then at her.

"Jessie Mae Evans!" She yelled. I flinched at the loudness. Her face was as red as a beet, and her teeth were clenched. Her eyes were full of fury, and for a second, I thought I was going to be punched.

I sat up, pulling my blankets off. She hadn't seen me since this morning, and was looking at the marks on my face. She didn't seem to care. She still looked enraged.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed. I was horrified. I hadn't seen this side of my mother in a very long time, and I didn't know what was going to happen, or how to deal with it.

"What?" I asked, dumbfound.

"What do you mean what?! You beat up someone! It's your first day of school, and you already broke some poor boys nose and have him a concussion!" Her arms were extended, like she was trying to prove how much damage I caused. I simply smiled. I broke his nose and gave him a concussion? Ha. "Why are you smiling?" She yelled.

"Poor boy?" I asked, with a normal tone of voice. I slowly stood up. "Are you kidding? He's a seven foot tall jock who was bullying Gerard with all his popular jock friends! And he hit me first!"

"It doesn't matter," she yelled, "you still beat up someone. You're lucky he doesn't want to press charges."

"It was self defense!" I screamed.

"Jesse! There are seven students who say you asked him to fight you, and that when he said no, you jumped onto him for no reason! It doesn't matter what the case is, the only person defending your story is you!" I wanted to face palm. She didn't care, obviously. I didn't know what to do to be honest, as she didn't believe me.

"Well they're lying! Just listen to me and I'll tell you what happened! They pushed him against a locker, and started insulting him. They were going to beat him, mom, what was i supposed to do, watch?" I yelled.

"Yeah!" She yelled back. I couldn't believe this. I stared at her, disappointed, and dropped my arms to my side. I slowly shook my head back and forth. "Jess-"

"Stop. Just stop. Okay?" I walked closer to her so i was only a few inches from her face. "What if it was Donna? Hmm? What if it was her!" My tone went from calm, to infuriated. I screamed the last sentence so loud, her eyes widened, and she looked scared.

"It's not the same thing, Jess." She said calmly.

"Well I guess we're different. I wasn't going to let him get bullied. I don't want him to feel like shit because of what they think! They're assholes! He doesn't deserve it!" I walked past my mom, and went down the stairs. I couldn't believe it. Any of it. She was shallow, just like the rest of them. Something changed in her. I didn't know if it was because of what I did, or because of the move, I had no idea. It sucked.

"Jesse! You got expelled!" She yelled as I was at the front door. My heart sunk, but i didn't show it. I turned back to look at her.

"Good!" With that, I grabbed my black hoodie, and left the house.