Bitten (MCR Vampire Fic)

The Fear Of Falling Apart

(Yes the chapter name is irrelevant. I couldn't think of one and the song was on)

"Okay, Miss Smith, where were you last night around two and three in the morning?" The detective asks me.

"I was laying in Gerard's bed sleeping." I say calmly. If my hands weren't cuffed behind my back, I would move this stupid hair out of my face.

"And September 22 of this year?" She asks again.

"I don't remember exactly where. But I was still in Pennsylvania." I roll my eyes.

"Why did you show hate towards the victims?" She asks, as if I haven't said this before.

"Because she was talking about my bruises and scars, and making fun of them." I say, and I realize how childish I sound when I say that sentence.

 The detective sighs. "Take her back to the cell." An officer walks behind me, and leads me to the stupid cell. Why is it that I'm in jail and my dad isn't? This crap is stupid. 

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"Finally I don't have to walk anywhere with those handcuffs." I say to Gerard as we walk out of the courthouse.

"They made you wear those everywhere?" Gerard asks.

"Yeah. You didn't have to?" He shakes his head as we get in his car, where Mikey is sitting.

"I'm assuming that you guys didn't murder five people since you're both here." Mikey jokes. "Everyone knows that you were both arrested, and a bunch are saying that Skylar's pregnant. Someone asked Frank if you were, and he beat them up, earning him a suspension for the rest of the week."

"That's amazing." Gee and I mumble in unison. We drive back to Gerard's house, where his Mom engulfs him in a hug the second he gets through the door.

"Mom, it's okay. We didn't kill anyone." Gerard says, and she lets go.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Someone asks. We all turn to see who it is, and a man who appears to be in his late thirties is standing in the middle of the living room.

"Uh-Well- Dad, this is my girlfriend, Skylar." Gerard says as he takes my hand.

"Oh, so, this is the whore your Mom was talking about." He says as he walks back into the other room. Gerard drags me up the stairs, Mikey right behind us.

"That was my Dad." Gerard says as he slams the door and locks it.

"Why the need to lock the door?" I ask while plopping down on his bed.

"You see, my dad is an abusive drunk." Gerard says, and he plops next to me. "You know, I haven't been able to do this in a while." He leans in and kisses me.