Evermore- Phan

Chapter 13

Gerard's P.OV (oh jeez):

*trigger warning*

Dan dropped me and Mikey off and Mikey helped me inside, our arms laden with shopping bags. We snuck upstairs fast as possible, trying to avoid our father. We managed to get to the top of the stairway when Mikey dropped his phone. "SHIT!" he whisper-shouted. "Grab it!" I said, and he dived for the phone as Dad shouted from the living room, "GERARD! MIKEY!" an we heard heavy footsteps heading for the stairs. Mikey grabbed his phone and we sprinted up the landing and into my room. We locked the door and put my desk chair under the handle. Thankfully I had hidden the keys to my door lock a week ago under my makeup box. Dad would never even touch that. "Sorry,sorry,sorry." Mikey apologised, over and over again as Dad began to bang on the door. "Mikey, listen to me,"

I said, cupping his face in my hand. "It's not your fault. Your phone slipped and that's all. Mum's probably just in the laundry. She'll be here soon." I said. "Thanks Gee." he said, pulling his phone out of one of the bags and calling her. He turned the volume down and put Mum on loudspeaker. "Hey Mikey!" she said brightly. "Hi Mum, you got a minute?" he whispered. "Yeah, what's up hon?" she asked, a note of concern present in her voice. "Dad's been drinking again. Me and Gerard got home and managed to get into Gerard's room. We've locked the door and wedged a chair under the handle but we're scared now Mom!" Mikey whispered, his accent showing. We'd spent so much of our lives in England that we'd sort of lost our accents but occasionally, we'd say something with an accent, mainly if we were scared,  and it would become a topic of conversation amongst our friends.

"I know you're scared honey. Is Gee there?" Mum asked. "I'm here Mom." I spoke up, my own accent showing up. "Hey hun. Keep yourself and Mikey safe, I'm on my way home now." she said. "Okay." I said. "Okay Mom, we'd better go." Mikey whispered as Dad slammed himself against the door again. "Okay bye. I love you." she said. "We love you too." we replied and Mikey hung up the phone. Then, the slamming stopped. Everything was silent. Then there was a rattling and I heard my lock open. I ran over and pressed my back against the door, flinging the chair aside. "Gerard! No!" Mikey yelled. "Mikey, listen to me. Hide under my bed. If Dad kills me, tell Mom I love her, know that I love you and tell Ray, Dan and Phil I love them too." I said, as the door behind me was smashed violently and Dad began trying to force the door open.

I had no idea how a seventeen year old was holding back a 35 year old man but Dad's strength overcame me and I fell to the ground as he flung the door open just as Mikey rolled under the bed. Dad was holding a big knife and I was terrified. Not going to lie, I thought that he was going to kill me. he advanced on me and I scrambled to my feet as my own father slashed my right arm open widely.

I tried to aim a kick at him and my foot connected solidly with his stomach. Dad was winded but he never once dropped his weapon. I looked over at my bed and saw Mikey, lying flat on his stomach, shaking violently. Dad regained his breath and straightened up. He smacked me across the face and as the pain burned across my face, I felt another searing pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw a knife wound in my stomach bleeding badly. The last thing I saw was my mother bursting up the stairs, striking my dad hard knocking him out and then my legs gave way and I was on the ground as everything went fuzzy. Mikey crawled over and grabbed my hand as blood began to pool around me and everything went black.

Sorry