'Just' Plastic (Frerard)

A Hot and Sweaty Mess

Gerard wore a tight shirt and a pair of shorts that fell just above his knees. It showed off his pale, skinny legs.

"You look so disgusting Gerard. Go put some clothes on. I don't wanna see your fat, disgusting arms and legs. You're so gross."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Well don't just stand there! Go change right now!"

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."

Gerard ran back to the bedroom and dug out one of his XXL hoodies and sweatpants that Bert had bought him, just to shame him, he almost drowned in them they were so big on him.

He was boiling hot, sitting out in the sun in a huge black hoodie.

"Your payments due." Bert piped up, flipping a burger on the BBQ.

"Sorry sir, i'll pay you right away."

"You bet your ass you will. Fatass. You're good for nothing."

"I know."

"You should die."

"I know."

-

Gerard had escaped. He ran far away, to a local bridge. He had to end it. It was the only escape.

His hands gripped the railing, tears rolling down his soft, pale face.

He felt two hands pull him backwards.

"I'm sorry! Im so sorry sir!" Gerard cried out.

"Sir? Gee i'm your brother! You don't call me sir."

Mikey held his brother away from the rails, making sure he didn't lose his grip on Gerard.

"Come on Gee, stop crying. What happened? Shhh. Okay, see, its fine, i'm here. Lets get you back to Berts."

"B-But...Okay..."

"Why are you so fucking thin Gee? Are you eating?"

Gerard knew he had to lie, "I am. I'm on a diet though."

"You're super thin though. Thats really not normal."

"I was really fat okay? Just stop asking!"

"Were you going to jump?"

Gerard nodded, still in Mikeys embrace. Mikeys fingers ran through Gerards dark, greasy locks. He kissed the top of Gerards head, platonically.

"Oh Gee, i love you, you know that! Please don't do this. I'm here for you whenever you need me. I will never ignore you. Why don't you go talk to Bert? He loves you very much, doesn't he?"

No he doesn't, "Yeah. He does."

"I know. Go back home to him and tell him you're okay."

-

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Bert shouted, "Have you been eating?!"

"No."

"Get on the scales you lying bastard!"

Gerards frail body made its way over the scales with Bert.

"You're so fat. Plastic surgery would be such a good idea for you. You've finally lost weight. You've lost 2 pounds. You're still a fat ass. Well i'd say fat ass, but theres no ass. Everything just goes to your already fat stomach."

Gerards arms wrapped around his body, trying to cover the many stretch marks that scarred his body. He did have a little weight on him before Bert began to starve Gerard, but he lost every little bit of it, which left him with purple lines on his arms, thighs and waist.

"Cover those disgusting lines up you dirty bitch!"

"Yes sir."

"Are you hungry? You're allowed one thing to eat."

"Yes."

"Yes...what?"

"Yes sir."

Bert grabbed Gerards wrists and dragged him into the kitchen. He pulled out a slice of bread and a banana.

"Thats all you're having. Don't expect any more."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

Gerard wolfed it down immediately.