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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:37 am
Rated PG-13 because of the swearing?
Intro:
Name: Aiden Ryaine Fleaster
Age: 24
Height: 5'1
Hair Color: Orangeish red with lighter blonde highlights
Eye Color: Brown
Favorite band: My Chemical Romance
Hobbies: Reading, and photography
Bad habits: Her curiously leads her to mischief
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:39 am
Part 1:
"I'm sorry!" I screamed, as he threw me down the steps.
"You don't even know what your sorry for, do you?" He said, walking down the steps, to where I lay bleeding.
"I'll make it up," I whispered.
"No...no you don't know what your sorry for...because I don't even know what your sorry for!" He said laughing, and kicking me in the side. I listened to his steps, softly hitting the floor as he walked, and eventually the door shut. I groaned loudly, and picked myself up from the ground, and drug myself to the nearest mirror.
"Look at me," I said, with tears pouring down my face, "is this what Mom and Dad would have wanted out of you?"
"No," I said, sliding down to the floor, and hugging my knees.
So, I guess this is when it all started, or sort of...it started a few years back when my Mother and Father were on the 9-11 plane going to their second honey moon, and it crashed. And so did my heart...I was in my senior year of high school when it happened, and I guess that's when I stopped caring.
Caring about school, about myself, anyone around me...everything. I'd been staying with my Grandmother right after they passed...and that's when I met Matt. Matt, the love of my life, the very reason in which I breathe. Or so I thought. Matt introduced me to drugs, smoking, alcohol. And I guess my Grandma couldn't take it all, and kicked me out. But, you couldn't blame her.
So, I moved into Matt's apartment. Everything was fine at first, in that ******** up sorta way, because of all the boo's, and crack, but none-the-less, fine. Until that fateful day he punched me in my stomach, sending my threw the window. Told the nurse, I was cleaning, reached for something, fell backwards and fell out of the window. Thankfully we life in the first floor, but it was still enough damage to give me a head concussion.
He promised me he'd never hurt me again, and he told me he loved me...not that's the same s**t I hear when I'm holding his hair back in the morning when he's puking his guts out from the night before, when he abused me.
But...it's not like I can go anywhere. He's scolded me from all of my friends, and the remainder of the family that I had. The only thing I really had left to turn to was My Chemical Romance.
MCR was my medicine. The only thing that made me happy anymore. I'd get lost for hours and hours just listening to it. It made me feel better, because I could relate to those five guys threw the lyrics, because I knew they had just as many problems as I did. I felt free when I listened to them.
I'd gave up drinking, and drugs, and replaced them with MCR, and I think it's safe to say, that was one of the best choices of my life. MCR has always helped me threw my bad times, and I just love them to death!
I stared down at the ticket that was to my first ever MCR concert and smiled. That was going to be the best night of my life! And I could not wait.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:41 am
Part 2:
-x-One Week Later Frank's Point Of View-x-
"It's so good to be home, again!" I said, looking out the window of our limo, on the way to a show.
I watched as normal people went about their daily life, in curiosity. Must be nice to be able to walk into the mall without a body guard. Or else the people would swarm. Especially the ladies. Haha, can't say I blame them, with my drop dead gorgeous looks, and amazing talent. And yet...I still was alone.
I looked at all the couples holding hands, and began to feel a sudden sickness in my stomach. I was almost 26, and still had found no one to share the rest of my life with. She would go on tour with me, and after every show she'd be right backstage and tell me how good I did, even if I messed up that night. She would have my children, and b***h to me about the labor pains. It might not sound too good to some people, but for rock dudes, it actually makes us feel like a real person.
"Your home," Bob said, sending me back into reality. I smirked slightly, and looked down.
"What's wrong?" Gerard said, looking up, from something he was reading.
"Nothing, I was just thinking," I said, smiling, fakely.
"Mhmm," he said, looking, back down at his book.
It was quiet for quit some time, before I felt a sudden jerk, and fell to the floor, and then a loud thud.
"What the ********?" Mikey whispered, throwing his iPod down.
"Get off me!" I said, pushing Gerard aside.
"Because I so did that on purpose," he said, rubbing his head.
"Is someone going to see what's going on...?" Ray said, finally. Before we got to answer the door flew open and the driver looked in.
"Uhh...guys, I sorta ran this red light, and well...I think we're going to be late for the show."
"Why would you run a red light?" I said, pretending he had any common sense.
"Well, you guys were going to be late, and if that happened, I'd get fired!"
"Great idea, put other people's lives at stake," Ray said.
"Anyways," he started, "I think you guys better take a look at this." I rolled my eyes, and got out of the car first.
I walked to the front of the car, but stopped suddenly, and stared. It was a girl. She was kneeling down by the huge dent in her car, and crying. I suddenly felt my heart break a little for this person that I'd never met. Maybe it was how sad she looked, and helpless, or maybe it was because she was crying. But whatever it was...I liked it.
"Uhh..." I started, "are you okay?"
"No, some d**k plowed right into me! My boy friend is gonna kill me," she said, crying harder, she looked up, at me, and suddenly her tears stopped. She stood up and looked at me, and her mouth dropped.
"I-I...was just on my way to you guys concert!" I smiled, sweetly, and looked down at my feet, when the other guys came.
"Oh...guys...she was going to our concert when he hit her...don't you think we could do something to help?"
"Pay for her to take a taxi...?" Mikey said, questionably.
"No..."
"A bus?" Ray said.
"No, give her a ride," Gerard said, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry," Gerard said, stepping towards her and shaking her hand, which seemed to thrill her.
"I'm Gerard," he said, fully knowing that she knew that already.
"I-I'm Adien," she said, smiling, in a kind of scared way. I smiled at her reassuringly, and she smiled back.
"Come on," Bob said, walking away, and we followed. As soon as we all got situated, Gerard started.
"Well, since he's too much of an a** to apologize, I will," he started, "sorry," he said, smiling, brightly.
"It's fine," she said, quietly.
"If your gonna hang out with us, your gonna have to be louder," Ray said, laughing.
"Leave her alone," I said, kicking his foot.
"I was kidding," he said kicking me back.
Bob rolled his eyes, and tried to change the subject, "do...you live around here?"
She stared blankly, but nodded. I watched, as she watched us, with her sparkling eyes, and gave out a sigh, when I noticed the bruises that lined her arms. I'd wanted to kno where they came from, but figured I had better keep my mouth shut, to not hurt her feelings, and I also knew it was none of my business.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:46 am
Part 3:
-x-Adiens Point Of View-x-
The show was amazing, as their shows usually are, the car ride was a amazing, and what was especially amazing is that Frank asked me to come backstage after the show.
I walked up hesitantly to the body guard, guarding the backstage.
"Umm...I have this," I said, showing him my backstage pass, he examined it closely, and handed it back to me. He stepped aside a little, to give me just enough room to get by. I smiled, when I saw Frank waiting for me! Yes me! Around the corner.
"Hi," I said, excitedly.
"Hey," he said, returning the smile.
"Umm, I really liked the concert," I said, shyly.
"Thanks," he said, just as shy. I looked up from my feet, and stared into his eyes, and felt myself blush, and tried to change the subject, but found it extremely hard.
"Got your car fixed," he said, dangling the keys in my face.
"Thank you," I said, taking the keys from him, slowly, and smiling.
I looked back down at my feet and began to wonder. Was this all he wanted me to come backstage for? Maybe I'm staying out my welcome. I should probably tell him I have to go, to save him the trouble of having to hang out with me, because most people don't like to. Why should he be any different.
"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" He said, suddenly.
"Yeah!" I blurted out, just as soon as he said it. I tried to brush it off like it was no big deal afterwards, but did a poor job.
"It'll be just me and you, the guys are kind of tired...is that okay?"
"That's fine."
Woah...I said that way too excitedly. If you want to make a new friend, try not to be so clingy.
We took the limo to a pizza place, not to far from where the concert took place, the ride there, was alot less presser, then the ride to the concert. The whole ride, I'd felt as though I had known Frank forever.
We hopped out of the car, and walked up to the store, and just as I was about to grab the handle for the door, his arm ran passed mine, and he swung it open, and held the door open for me. I gazed at him for a moment, but shook my head, and walked past him, into the pizza place.
"What was that look for?" He said, following me, in and sitting down, at the table that I chose.
"Hmm?" I said, pretending nothing happened.
"Doesn't your boyfriend ever hold open door for you."
"Boyfriend?!"
"Yeah, you told me early you had one, when we crashed into you."
"Boyfriend..." I whispered.
Hooooolly s**t! I had completly forgotten about Matt! I was supposed to be coming home about now! And if I didn't he was going to beat my a**! Literally. But...this was an opportunity of a life time...and there might be that small chance that Matt might be ever so forgiving tonight, and not so liquored up? Maybe. Either way, I couldn't just leave Frank, for something that was probably going to happen to me either I got home late or not.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine...I just forgot about him. He'll probably be worried."
"Do you wanna call him?"
"Oh yeah, okay. Just gimme a sec," I said, standing up, and walking to the ladies room. I opened the door, and sat on a chair. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and glanced at it.
"I don't wanna call him," I said, quickly, and put it back in my pocket, and walked back to where I'd left Frank minutes ago.
"I ordered pepperoni, is that okay?" He said, with his mouth full of pizza.
"That's fine," I said, quickly, "but..." I said, trying to think of something quickly.
"I can't stay."
"Why?" He said, with sadness in his voice.
"Oh well, he...needs me at home."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm a guy, would it?"
"No, he's just really sick...he's not the jealous type," I lied.
Holly s**t! Am I really having this conversation with Frank Iero?! This is too good to be true!
"Okay."
"Okay."
We drove back, to where the concert was, and he dropped me off by my car, which by the way, looked better than it did before.
"Hey," he said, just before I got into my car.
"Yeah?"
"I had fun with you tonight...I was wondering if I could maybe see you again?"
"That'd be nice," I said, trying to contain my excitement. I dug threw my purse for a scrap piece of paper, and pen. I quickly wrote down my phone number, and handed it to him.
"Call you tomorrow?"
"That's fine," I said, smiling, "and for the record...I'm a vegetarian," I said, hoping in my car, I gave a little wave, and started to drive off.
I made sure all my windows were rolled up, before giving out a loud excited scream, and started laughing, the people next to me probably thought I was insane, but I couldn't care less.
How was is so that Frank Iero wanted to hang out with me?! I'm not anything special! This is probably the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I stopped at the stop light and looked down at my hands and noticed they were shaking badly. I smiled to myself, and continued to drive. I think Frank was probably the nicest anyone has ever been to me since my parents. That made me feel special. It's really good to remember what a friend can feel like. Since I haven't had any since high school. Thanks to Matt...
I pulled up in my drive-way, and pulled the keys out of the ignition. And stepped out of the car. I walked up to the apartment, and into the door. I pulled out another key from the same string my cars key's hung from, and stuck it in the key whole to get the mail, and walked up to our door, and found it was already open and walked in.
I sighed, and threw my jacket, the keys, and mail, on the couch, and slipped off my shoes.
"Matt?" I said, barley audible, not really wanting him to hear me. I walked slowly to Matt and I's room, in which I saw a light coming from.
"Hey, honey," he said, laying on the bed, seconded by bear bottles, watching something on TV.
"Hi," I said, walking in slowly, and beginning to clean up the vodka bottles.
"How was your thing?"
"Awesome, you'll never guess what happened," I said, now sitting by him.
"Hmm?" He said, seeming to take more interest in the drink than me.
"Well, I was on my way to the concert, and so this big limo hits the car, and I start to freak out, but then guess who it was? It was MCR! Then I was like so happy, and they gave me a ride to their show, and I got to sit with them, and they fixed the car and everything, and I even got a backstage pass!"
"Cool."
"Yeah," I said, looking at my feet, feeling stupid. How he always made me feel.
"But then, after the show Frank, he's one of the guitar players, asked me if I wanted to go get something to eat, so I did bu-"
"Huh?"
"But, I only stayed for a while, because I didn't want you to be alo-"
"You stupid whore!" He said, slapping my across the face.
"I didn't think you would mind!" I said, beginning to cry.
"I didn't think you would mind," he said, imitating my voice, "your a b***h!" He said, pushing me off the bed.
"You go out and have dinner with other men, and you think I wont mind?" He said, stepping off the bed, and dragging me up, by the arms.
"It was just as friends!"
"Shut up!" He said, pushing my into the wall, and knocking my head into the door.
"After all I do for you!" He punched me in the stomach, making me cough up blood, "you have the nerve to go whoring around!" He threw me onto the floor, and began to drag me to the kitchen, "I pay all the bills, I give you food! And clothes, if it wasn't for me, you would be on the streets dammit!"
"I was the one who let you move in when you had nowhere else to go! You ********' parents are dead, your Grandma doesn't want you, you have no friends, I'm all you got!" He picked me up, and threw me on the counter, and pulled out a large knife.
"No," I whispered.
"Want me to kill you?" He said, holding the knife up to my throat.
"Huh? Want me to just end it all for you? Hmm? You wanna die, b***h? I'll let you die, in my arms," he said, sliding the blade around my throat, and blood started to come out, just slightly.
"No," I said, trembling.
"Say you love me!" He screamed, making me shake more.
"I love you!"
"Alright," he said, kissing my lips. He set the knife down.
"You know I don't like to hurt you. But sometimes I have to put you in place. Cause if I didn't, then you'd be out of control, and I can't have that"
What he meant by out of control was that, I would have freedom.
"I'm sorry," he said, kissing my forehead, "you wont do what you did tonight, again, will you?"
"Never," I answered, quickly. He picked me up, and carried me, back to our room, and sat me on the bed.
"I'm gonna go get some more of...those," he said, pointing to the vodka, he walk away, and soon I heard the door shut. And he was gone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:49 am
Part 4:
I light my cigertte, and stared at the job list section, in the paper. I figured if I got a job, maybe Matt would stop nagging me about how he has to pay all the bills, and how worthless I am. Maybe even in a few months, I could affowrd an appartment of my own...Just a thought. If Matt would let me leave, without murdering me.
I should work somewhere with music. Maybe the mall has an opening at one of the music stores. Or maybe even at an McDonalds! Glamorous. But, either way, I couldn't just sit here and waste my life away in this aparentment. I couldn't take sitting here as long, as I usually do anymore. Not that I could before, but I gather if I continue a life like that, I'll go insane...actually that doesn't sound half bad. I'd get to go to a nice place with soft walls! I actually thing the insanity is already starting to sing in...
"What are you doing?" I jumped slightly, to Matt's voice.
"Jumpy much?" He said, sitting down in the chair next to me, and rubbing his head, from his handover.
"Yeah..." I said, quietly, looking at the paper.
"I said, what are you doing," he said in a firmer voice, steeling my cigertte and smoking it.
"Oh, I was just looking at the job section..." I said, pulling another cigertte out of the pack, and lighting it.
"For what?" He said, blowing the smoke in my face.
I cleared my throat, "a job?"
"For you?" I nodded, unsure of myself.
"What for?" He said, with some anger in his voice.
"Well, I was just thinking about what you said last night, about you having to pay all the bills, and I feel bad that I don't help you out."
"But I like taking care of you," he said, sweetly.
Ha. You like controlling me.
"Well, there was one other thing."
"Yeah?"
"Someday...I'd like to go to collage."
"Your too old."
"I am not."
"Yes you are," he said, getting angry.
"But tons of people my age go to collage everyday!"
"Too bad, you should have went after high school."
"But, I was too depressed to do anything!"
"You weren't too depressed to do drugs were you? Or drink."
"That was the past. This is now. And I really want to go!" I said, begining to cry.
"Your too damn stupid for collage. You'd never make it. Then you'd come back crying to me."
"I'm not stupid," I said, putting my face down.
"You are!" He said, grabbing my face, and grasping it tight.
"Oww!" I said, screaming in pain. He let go and slapped me across the face.
"Don't ever correct me again!"
"Why don't you just throw me out on the streets?" I said, crying harder.
"Because I love you!" He screamed, "and stop crying!" He picked up the newspaper and threw it in the garbage.
I held back my tears and sat quitly at the table for the rest of that day, not moving at all. I watched as Matt, did nothing all day, but sit on his a**, and drink. Like he did everyday. Nothing out of the normal. At least right now he's gone, getting more drinks. My mind, somehow found it's way, back to Frank. I hadn't thought about him all day. Probably of fear, that Matt could read my mind.
I really hope that he wont call me. I can't believe it, but yeah. I really don't. For my own sake. God, only knows what he'll do if he found out I gave Frank my number. I don't even want to think about it. Nor do I want to think what will happen if he actually does call me. But on the other hand, how awesome would it be if he did call me? But, terrible bad. In that bitter sweet sort of way.
"Are you still sittiing there?" He said, coming out of no where, leaning on the wall.
"Yes," I said quietly.
"I got you something," he said, pulling out a single rose, and some cover up, out of his bag.
"You should cover up those bruises, and s**t." I nodded, "and this is for you," he said, handing me the rose.
I smiled, "thank you," I said, hugging him.
"You have a beatiful smile," he said, moving the hair out of my face, "you should smile more often," I blushed, and he kissed my forehead.
He brushed my cheek, with his hand, and sighed, "I wanna change. I don't wanna hurt you anymore," he said, laying his head in my shoulder and begining to cry.
"It's okay," I said, rubbing his back.
"No, really I'm gonna get help. Then I'm going to marry you."
"M-marry me?"
"Yeah. Don't you know I love you?" He picked me up, and carried me to our room, sat us on the bed, and began kissing me internsly.
About a-half-an-hour passed, when, of course, my cell phone ring.
He pulled away to go get the phone, when I pulled him back, "don't answer, pay attention to me."
"It might be someone immportant, lemme just check," he reached and answered the phone.
"Hello?" He said, out of breath.
"Uh, hey, is Aiden there?" I heard a voice coming from the other line say.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:51 am
Part 5:
"Who's this?" He said, looking at me.
"Uh, this is Frank, Aiden gave me her number, and I told her I would call her...is she there?"
"Uh, this is kind of a bad time right now."
"Oh, okay, I'll call back later."
"No, because later, she'll probably be dead," he said, throwing the cell phone up against the wall.
"Get dressed!" He said, pulling me off the bed, and slamming on the floor. I quickly did as he told me to, he pulled me up, by my hair, and slammed me up, against the wall.
"You gave him your number?"
"I just wanted to be his friend nothing more!"
"Did I tell you, you could talk?!" He said punching me in the lips, making them bleed.
"Just when I thought we could finally start to be happy, you make me want to kill you. How can we be happy if your dead?" He said, beginning to laugh, "how dare you give your phone number to another guy, and expect me to believe you just wanted to be his friend?! Do I look like an idiot to you?" He said, shaking me, hard, "answer me!" He said, throwing me on the floor.
"No," I whispered. He laughed, "yeah, I bet you wished you were with him, and that you could leave me. But, you'll never be able to leave me. Not as long as I live," he said, bending down to where I lay, and pulling me up, into a hug.
"You wont kill me?" I said, weekly.
"No. I love you to much for that," he said, biting the side of my neck, harder and harder, until he drew blood from it. I screamed, in pain, and he laughed, and kissed my cheek, leaving a stain of blood, just as a lipstick would leave a stain upon your cheek. And then everything went black.
-x-Frank's Point Of View-x-
I stared blankly at the phone, and set it down. Did she give me the wrong number, and I just called a psycho?
"Yo," Gerard said, coming in and sitting next to me.
"Hey..."
"What's up?"
"I'm trying to figure the same thing out."
"Meaning?"
"Do you remember that chick we gave a ride yesterday?" I said, leaning back, and smiling.
"Yeah," he said, raising his eye brawl. I continued smiling.
"Frank...?"
"Oh, yeah, well you know how I took her to get something to eat after wards?"
"Yeah?"
"And she started to act all weird after I mentioned her boy friend, and she just so happened to have to leave, after she called him?"
"What about it?"
"Well, she gave me her number, so I just now tried to call it, so when I did some dude answer, and I think it was her...boyfriend...but anyways I asked to talk to her and he was like it's not a good time right now, so I said I'd try again later and he told me she'd be dead later, and then hung up...and now I'm kind of worried."
"That's...strange."
"I know, right? What should I do?"
"What can you do? I mean, you don't even know if that was her number. I mean it wouldn't be the first time a girl gave you her wrong numb-"
"We don't talk about that! But, anyways...did you notice all those bruises all over her?"
"It was kind of hard to miss...but you don't know if her boyfriend did that to her. Hell, you barley even know her."
"I know, but there was just something about her...I just felt so drawn to her. Like we were meant for each other."
"Okay, now your just being weird. You know nothing about her."
"I intend to learn."
"Are you also going to make her boy friend magically disappear?"
"Do...you think that's possible?"
He opened his mouth to say something but shut it, and got up to walk away, when I grabbed his arm.
"No, you have to help me figure out if she's okay!"
"Sorry Lucy, Ethels not playing. And, get off me!" He said, pushing me down into the couch.
"Come on Gerard! Don't you care about our fans?"
"Or course."
"Then you'll help me," I said, smiling.
"But Frank, you don't even know where she lives!"
"I don't but the insurance agency that we had her car fixed at does."
"Their not just gonna give you her information!"
"We can always try," I said, grabbing his hand, and pulling him out to the car.
"This is insane!" He said, getting into the car, with me. I got in also, and started up the car, and began to pull out of Gerard and Mikey's drive-way where we were staying for our little break.
"I know, but so are we," he said, pressing on the gas, and speeding off.
"By the way, what do you intend to do when we go back on tour?"
"I'm not sure...I hadn't thought of that. I can still be her friend, can't I?"
He sighed, "yeah, but that's all you can be...you know that right? You can't just take her away from her boy friend...I mean that wouldn't be right."
"I know," he said, looking down.
"God damn, what is the matter with you?" He said, laughing.
"What?" He said, looking at me, defensively.
"You barley know her and your going threw all this just to see if she's okay."
"Trust me on this Gee." He said, winking. I rolled my eyes, as he pulled up into the place where they had her car fixed.
"You sure they have all her information?"
"I said, trust me on this," I said, walking casually into the car shop.
"Hello, can I help you two?" A lady at the front desk called over.
"Uh, yeah. We had a car fixed her yesterday."
"Is there a problem with it?"
"Oh, no, we just need an address. See our sister, just got a new place, and we kinda lost the address, and on the way here, he," I said, pointing to Gerard," kinda dropped our cell phone on the high-way, pretending it was Batman, while letting it fly out of the window, he's kinda, you know...special. So we can't call her. And then when I stopped to go back and get it we got mugged and they took all our money. And we can't drive back home, because we live in New York, and we just don't have enough gas to drive there, but we do to get to our sisters. But we can't get there if we don't have our address, so can you give it to us?"
She looked at me blankly, "special huh?" She said, crossing her arms. I looked at Gerard, in a pleading way.
"Phone no fly, make spark..." he said, looking at his feet.
"See?"
"IT'S FRANK AND GERARD!!!" Two girl, said, running in and screaming.
"Can we have your autographs?!"
"Uh, our names are Phil and Jack, you must have us mistaken..."
"Hey, now that you mention it, you two do kind of look frimilar. Haven't I seen you two on MTV, or something...?" I imminently jumped over the desk, and scanned quickly threw the files, found hers and started to run out of the door.
"Security!"
"Come on!" I said, pulling Gerard out of the door, and then running to the car, and speeding off.
"That went well," I said, smiling.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:09 pm
Part 6:
I groaned slightly, and absorbed my surroundings. I was back in my bed, with a towel wrapped around my neck. I heard the faint sound of a TV coming from the living room. I slowly, removed the towel from my neck, and sighed, as it was covered in blood. I walked myself over to the bathroom, and began to wash my neck, and threw the towel on the ground. I quickly, walked out of the bathroom, back into our room, and sat on the bed, with my face in my hands.
I have to get out of this. I can't stay here for the rest of my life and be abused. I've got to take care of myself. What would happen if I become pregnant? Then there would be no getting away from him. I'd be eternally bounded. And I can't have a child around him. He would abuse it, just as he abuses me. And I could never live with myself if that happened.
Of course one day I'd like to have a child. I'd also like to get married. And go to collage...and get a job. I could never do any of that with him. My only fate, if I were to stay with him, was to rott in this apartment and be abused. But I deserve a life so much better than that...but it's so much easier to say I'm going to leave him, than actually doing it.
He'd rather see me dead, that without him...maybe suicide is the answer...no...like I said, I deserve a life better than this. And I wont let him end mine. I wont let him destroy me anymore...on the other hand...I'd get to be with my Mom and Dad...after all Matt id all I have in this world...if I leave him I'd be...alone.
I sighed, and laid down, when I jumped suddenly to the knocking on our front door. I heard the footsteps of Matt, get up, and answer the door. I imminently heard loud yelling, and the sound of laughter. <********," I whispered. I'd forgotten Matt's friends were coming over tonight. They did this every Saturday night, to get drunk, eat all our food, and gamble. I'll just stay in here, and be very quiet and maybe they'll forget about me. I always had to get them food, get them beer, clean up their mess, and cheat for Matt, by looking at their cards, and telling him what they said.
"Where's your chick?" I heard one of his friends say.
"We kinda had a rough few hours, so now she's resting," I heard him say, with laughter in his voice.
"b*****d," I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head, and trying to go back to sleep, but finding it very hard, because of my splitting headache.
About ten minutes past, when I just couldn't take it anymore, and I decided I needed something for the pain, got up, and walked slowly to the living room, I tried to hurry past them, when Matt pulled me on his lap, and began kissing me intensely, purely to show off, in front of his friend, when I pulled away in disgust, and walked into the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of Tylenol, and three beers, and walked back out to the front room, trying to get back to our room, when he once again pulled me on his lap.
"What are you going to do with all that?"
"I'm going to take all of the bills my body will allow me to, and the beer is to wash it down with," I said getting up.
"But you might, OD!"
"I don't give a ********," I called back, walking into our room, and closing the door. I flopped on the bed, when, Matt came in, also. I opened a can of beer, and the bottle of pills and began to swallow them.
"What the hell is wrong with you, embarrassing me like that, in front of my friends?!"
"Matt please, just leave me alone for just tonight. My only intention is to, get very very drunk, and if I'm lucky die from all these pills," I said, rattling the bottle, and continuing, swallowing
"What the ********! What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you want to kill yourself? Do you want me to put you in a ******** mental place, with all the Looneys?!"
"I don't care what you do to me anymore."
"Give me those," he said, taking the pills, and dragging me up, by the arm.
"If you want to get drunk, that's fine, but I'll be damned before you commit suicide." He drug me back, to the living room, and sat me on a chair.
"She just had to have a little taking to."
Three hours had past, and I was probably drunker than I had ever been. And I'd been drunk many times. I guess it wont matter what I do or say, because tomorrow I wont remember anything, therefore I can't get embarrassed, but nether the less, the guys were having a good time messing with me.
"Do you want another one Aiden?" Matt, said, laughing, I nodded slowly, and they all laughed. He help it up in the air.
"You gotta work for it," I got up to reach for it, when I fell over, bringing him down with me, which is just what he wanted, and he began kissing me, and me being in my wrong state of mind, kissed him back, intensely.
"We'll, leave you two alone," they said, just as Matt began to take off my shirt, and they left.
"Matt?" I said, as he kissed my neck.
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna marry me?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling as he kissed me.
"Are we gonna have children?"
He pulled away, "you want to," I nodded.
Cleary I was thinking that I was talking to some other man, because will I sure as hell regret this tomorrow.
"I want ten, and I wanna name them all after you."
Cleary wasn't thinking.
"We can, in fact we can start right now," he said, smiling, I smiled also.
"I love you,"
"I love you too," he said, kissing me, when the door rang. He sighed, and got up from the floor, and walked over to the door.
"Hello?" He said, opening the door.
"Hi, we're really sorry to bother you but, he-"
"Does Aiden live here?" Frank, interrupted.
"I'm Aiden!" I said, getting, up, not away that my shirt was off, and that everyone could see my bra.
"I know you," I said, stumbling, over to the door.
"I went to you guyses concert the other day, and you guyses were nice enough to give me a ride to the thing."
"Yeah," Frank said, looking down, for curtsy that I had my shirt off.
"Well, we're trying to have a baby right now, so's you guyses could come back tomorrow, okay? Okay, I'll call you, bye," I said, closing the door.
-x-Frank's Point Of View-x-
"All that just so e could walk in on them while they were having sex," Gerard said, leaning against the wall.
"Yeah, but did you see those scratches and bruises all over her? That was the guys voice on the phone, now I'm going to get to the bottom of this." The next thing I heard, were noises that I really didn't want to hear.
I sighed, "let's go..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:39 am
This is really good! Please update soon!
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:31 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:25 pm
Oh yay readers (:
i'll try to mondayy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:46 am
Todays Monday! Yay! Update now update now!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:25 am
I have a little written..
I'll try and hurry up.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:25 am
"Jesus Christ," I whispered, as I clutched my head.
"Where am I?"
"Oh..." I said, feeling stupid as I looked around, and saw I was in my own bed. I turned to my right and saw Matt laying there beside me. The last person I wanted to see.
"b*****d," I mumbled, as I got up, and stumbled my why to the bathroom, I slowly sunk down to the toilet, and moaned, as I hung my head over it, and began puking, very loud...enough to wake Matt up.
Too many times have I woken up like this. Feeling like someone was pushing a needles through my head, while beating my stomach with a hammer. Having no idea what happened the night before, but being pretty sure sex was one thing...feeling so used, like that was all I was good for. Being so week that Matt had to carry me. Feeling like he was superior to me, like I had a disadvantage, and God did he take advantage of that.
"Oh, your up," he said, almost laughing...too many times. He held my hair, as I puked my brains out. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him, smiling. Like he got enjoyment out of seeing me in pain. It's where he gets his strength. That's why he doesn't want me to kill myself. The son of a b***h, would shrivel up and die, if he didn't have someone to push around. You don't know how many times a day, I wonder how many girls there were before me, and if he abused them, and how the ******** they got out of it.
So, finally after about the longest 30 minutes of my life, of puking, and believe me it only seems to get longer ever time, mother ********, finally picked me up, and set me, gently, on the bed, like he actually cared, covered me up, and got in with me. He put his arm around me, and kissed my cheek...eww.
"Don't you have work?" I said, really wanting him to be anywhere except next to me, at that moment.
"Not for a few more hours." Damn. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Umm," I started, trying to remember, "I don't." He smiled slightly. Shortly afterwards, I fell back to sleep.
After about four hours of much need sleep, I finally woke up, and tumbled out of bed, and to the bathroom, and looked at my pathetic face in the mirror. I tried to hold back the tears, and tell myself how one day I'll move on. The same s**t I go threw every morning. And yet as each day passes, here I am. Staring at myself saying how I'm gunna leave him one day. But it never happens. Each day I wake up in misery, and go to sleep in misery. I don't think it'll ever change.
After about ten minutes of talking myself out of holding my head under water, I went into the living room, and flopped onto the couch, face-down, when all of the sudden Frank popped into my head. I just couldn't seem to get him out. I knew I had to. After what happened yesterday with him on the phone and all. He's probably worried about me...
Or not. I'm getting a little to into this whole thing. After all I'm sure he didn't spend last night pacing the floors over me. No one would ever do that...over me. He was probably just being nice because he felt sorry about my car.
I sighed and turned on the TV. I swear, I have the worst low self esteem. I never had very much to start out with, but Matt illuminated the, little amount that I had. Anyways, just for the hell of it, I picked up the phone, and stared at his number, he was the last one that had called, therefore it showed up.
I sat there, and considered calling him, for about ten minutes now, when I finally pressed the call button. I held my breath as the phone rang, when finally, only moments later, to what really seemed like forever, he answered with a simple, "hello?"
"Um, hey, this is Aiden, I was just calling you back from yesterday, sorry about all that..."
"Oh, hi!" He said. Seamy happy to talk to me, for some reason.
"I didn't actually think you'd call me back...I mean I didn't think you'd remember. You were pretty smashed, last night," he said, quietly.
"How'd you know I was drunk if I didn't even talk to you? And what do you mean, I wouldn't remember?"
"Well, after I called you...I got pretty worried," there was a little awkward silence,"...so I drove up to your house...don't ask how I got your address, and when I got there you and your boyfriend were...busy. I'm sorry, if you minded me coming, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't check on you, not that, that was the only reason I did, I mean I was worried about you. And I know it might seem weird that I would do this, even though I just met you bu-"
"It's okay. I'm glad you did. That's actually the nicest thing anyone's done for me in awhile...I'm just sorry you had to see me like that. It's kinda embarrassing," I said, with a nervous laugh.
I'm not too good at phone conversations. I'd rather be face to face with someone, than to just hear their voice. Thankfully I could tell Frank wasn't good with them either. Probably by the way he talked so fast, and told me things that I'm sure he regretted saying afterwards. It some-what made me feel more comfortable, knowing he was just as nervous as me.
"Do you want to...do something later...with me?" He said, slowly.
"Well...I'd really like to...but my boyfriend..." I said, just as slow, "okay. Meet me at the same place we went last time, at five."
"Alright!" He said, excitedly.
Hours later, I sat in the living room, my heart pounding while I waited For Matt to come home. I needed to think of a good lie, and fast. But, really the chances are even if I do think of a lie good enough, he'll never let me out of the house. Or he'll want to come with me. I'd only be gone for about an hour. I thought about all my options, and sighed, when the door open, and I jumped, like ten feet in the air, or something.
"Why are you all dressed up, he said, walking past me and to the fridge to get, what I imagined to be a beer.
"I'm...going to volunteer, for charity."
"No your not."
"But I never get to go out of the house, and it's for a good cause!" He didn't say anything for awhile. I looked at the clock, and it was four-thirty.
"Please?" I said with tears in my eyes.
"Whatever."
"Thank you!" I said, kissing him on the cheek, but only to have him push me away.
"b***h..." he mumbled. I got the car keys, and practically flew out of the apartment.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:40 am
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