Is This What Being Loved Feels Like

Your existence, is my existence

Authors note: This chapter isn't really a good one so sorry. Also the chapter before this was written about a year ago so there might be a slight changed in writing style but I hope you can forgive me. Enjoy:)

Gerard entered his small home. As he passed the threshold of the door he was almost suffocated by the burning sent of alcohol.

"Hey faggot, get me another drink." Someone from the couch yelled to him. It was his dirty excuse of a dad, he recognized. Gerard wasn't in the mood to get hit today so he willingly went into the kitchen to get something for him. He walked through the empty bottles of beer and stepped on dozens of burnt out cigarette buds. He opened the fridge and grabbed one of the only things that was there, a beer bottle. He took it and walked back to the couch.

"Here" Gerard said, shaking the bottle in front of his dad's face. Without making eye contact he forcefully grabbed it, popped it open, and chugged it.

"What are you looking at, get the fuck out of my way" he said. Quickly, Gerard took his stuff and walked up the stairs to his room. After locking the door, he began to undress himself in front of his mirror. He took off his shirt. "I'm so fat" he thought, touching and pinching the tiny amount of fat that was on his body. He looked at himself and, although he was already skinny, he saw saw a fat, ugly, undeserving person. "What am I doing?" He thought to himself. "Frank will never love me the way I love him" He grabbed his phone and clicked to Frank's number. He was trying to think of an excuse of why he couldn't come. He had written it down, "I'm feeling sick, sorry for the short notice" he stared at the phone, but he didn't click send. He instead turned it off and through it on the couch. "He asked me to come, that means he must like me too." He thought as he pulled, out of his closet, a clean, long sleeved black shirt and threw it over his head. It was almost time to go so Gerard grabbed his phone, wallet and jacket and began to leave his room.

"Where the fuck are you going!" He heard his dad yell from the couch.

"Out!" He yelled back, being cautious of what he was saying.

"Get me a drink while you at it then!"

By habit, not my choice, Gerard yelled back "Get your ass off the couch and get it yourself." As Gerard realized what he had just said his heart stopped.

"What did you just say to me!"

He tried to run but his dad had already gotten up and grabbed him by his shirt collar.

"You ungrateful son of a bitch, you live in my house which means you follow my rules!"

Gerard could barely breathe. His dad threw him into the stairs and sat on him. He started to throye punches at Gerards face with incredible force. Gerard felt like his chest was gonna explode. With all his might, he pushed his dad off of him. He got up and started to run but was grabbed by the ankle.

"Get back here faggot!" His dad yelled.

Gerard managed to kick him in the face and run out the house. He could hear his dad cursing at him. Gerard had already ran two blocks when he realized he forgot his fucking jacket. He wasn't going back for it now. He kept running all the way to the movie theater. He was freezing so, he stopped and took out a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled its poison. He had turned his run into a fast pace walk as he huffed the smoke. As he approached the movie theater he threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. He walked up the stairs to the theater and was greeted by a smiling Frank. As Frank saw Gerard his smile began to fade.

"Omg Gerard it's like -10 degrees it's freezing. What happened to your face!?!" With all the adrenaline pumping, Gerard didn't even realize his nose was bleeding and he had a huge gash on his forehead.