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Dead-end Girl For A Dead-end Guy
0 ReviewsYet another of my wiL Francis fics. Umm, another evil mother, sorry, but this time I'm in it as me, not my alter-ego Crystalline.
AN- flashbacks are in italic:)
Sam's POV
I sat on the swing, one arm hooked loosely around the rusty, squeaking chain. I swung slightly, hearing the metal screech loudly in protest. I raised my eyes from the cracked, weed-sprouting tarmac to watch the sun sink below the horizon. Time to go. I raised myself up off the broken seat and began the long walk to Gerard and Mikey's house.
"Get out!! OUT!!" My mother screeched at me. She began throwing objects at me; I decided it was time to leave when she started on the kitchen knives. She threw one at me as I left the room, but in her drunken rage she missed. It stuck, quivering ominously in the doorframe. I paused, shuddering. This time she didn't miss. The blade glanced off the side of my head, leaving a deep gash that blood rapidly spilled out of. I clapped a hand to my face with a small cry of shock and pain. She picked up yet another knife, so I ran. I somehow managed to make it to the small and disused playpark. I made my way to the broken swingset, noticing thankfully that my head had more or less stopped bleeding. I supposed I should think myself lucky she hadn't sliced half my face clean off.
I knocked on the door, and Mikey gasped at the sight of the blood adorning my black t-shirt. I noticed with a grimace that blood had the effect of staining black fabric blacker. "She was worse than usual." I said dully as I entered the house that had become home to me more than my mothers ever had. "Come up to the bathroom, and we'll clean up that cut." Mikey said, obviously worried. "It'll need stitches." We made our way upstairs, where I was ambushed by Gerard, who for some reason felt the need to hug me every time he saw me. "Gee!" I growled, as he crushed me. He released me, and ruffled my brown jaw length hair. "You know you love it...really..." He gulped and tailed off as he noticed the long cut running from my temple to my chin. Mikey pushed me into the bathroom, Gerard heading off to find me a clean t-shirt, and began to hunt for some kind of antiseptic. I sat on the edge of the bath, nervously twisting a few strands of hair. This was going to hurt.
Mikey's POV
Someone knocked on the door, so I got up to get it. Gee couldn't be bothered, as usual. I opened the door to be greeted with the sight of Sam, one of our best friends since she moved here from England a few years ago, completely white and with a huge, bloodied cut down her face, stretching from her chin to her temple. "She was worse than usual." Sam said tonelessly. "Come up to the bathroom, and we'll clean up that cut." I said, concerned. "It'll need stitches."
We made our way to the bathroom, where Gerard hugged Sam to within an inch of her life before I had a chance to stop him. "Gee!" She said, obviously not impressed. He messed up her short brown hair, tailing off as he noticed the wound."You know you love it...really..." I pushed Sam into the bathroom, and began to hunt for some kind of antisptic. She sat on the edge of the bath, looking scared. She knew this was gonna hurt. Gee re-entered the room with a fresh T-shirt for Sam to change into. I noticed it was mine but really didn't care at that point.
Sam's POV
"Squeeze as hard as it stings." Gerard said, returning with a Green Day T-shirt, slipping his hand in mine. I nodded, my eyes shut tight. "Stay still." commanded Mikey. I fought to keep myself from flinching back as the cold, stinging liquid was dabbed across my face. "Holy- Think happy thoughts..." I said aloud to myself, provoking a laugh from Mikey and Gerard. "All done!" Mikey announced as he put the antiseptic stuff away. I opened one eye tentatively. "It's over?" They nodded. I relaxed. "Hurts..." I muttered, resisting the urge to scratch my burning face. Gerard, serious for once, said, "You need to do something about her." I knew what he meant. "I can't!" I replied. "I can't tell the police 'cause who are they gonna believe? My mother, who can look calm, tidy, and sober when it suits her, or some thirteen year old? After all, people automatically assume the worst about kids who dress like us! Think about it. Supposedly we 'emo kids' 'cut to get attention'." Gerard looked downcast, then brightened up and said, "So leave home! You can come live with us!" I sighed, and said "Are you sure?" They nodded enthusiastically. I hesitated, then said grinned, feeling lighthearted, "OK, but I'll need to get my stuff from my mums house." Gerard said "Yeah, but first we have to get you to hospital. You need stitches." I groaned, then stood up, heading off to change my shirt and resign myself to hours of being poked an prodded by rubber-gloved doctors.
Gerard's POV
"Squeeze as hard as it stings." I said, grabbing her hand. She struggled to stop her face scrunching up, and said "Holy- Think happy thoughts..." That made both me and Mikey laugh. "All done!" Mikey said as he put the antiseptic away. Sam opened an eye, and said "It's over?" We nodded. "Hurts..." She muttered. "You need to do something about her." I said, meaning her mother. "I can't!" she said, frustrated. "I can't tell the police 'cause who are they gonna believe? My mother, who can look calm, tidy, and sober when it suits her, or some thirteen year old? After all, people automatically assume the worst about kids who dress like us! Think about it. Supposedly we 'emo kids' 'cut to get attention'." I felt my face fall as I considered. She had a point. Suddenly, it came to me in one shining peice. "So leave home! You can come live with us!" She asked "Are you sure?" Me and Mikey both nodded happily. A live-in best friend, what could be better? "OK, but I'll need to get my stuff from my mums house." Sam replied. "Yeah, but first we have to get you to hospital. You need stitches." I said firmly. She groaned. I know how she felt- we both hated needles.
Amz, if you're reading this, stop hugging me, goddamnit! Its annoying as hell! For everyone else who is bothering to read, A- Sorry for being so insufferably English-sounding, and B- thanks for reading and enjoy!
Sam's POV
I sat on the swing, one arm hooked loosely around the rusty, squeaking chain. I swung slightly, hearing the metal screech loudly in protest. I raised my eyes from the cracked, weed-sprouting tarmac to watch the sun sink below the horizon. Time to go. I raised myself up off the broken seat and began the long walk to Gerard and Mikey's house.
"Get out!! OUT!!" My mother screeched at me. She began throwing objects at me; I decided it was time to leave when she started on the kitchen knives. She threw one at me as I left the room, but in her drunken rage she missed. It stuck, quivering ominously in the doorframe. I paused, shuddering. This time she didn't miss. The blade glanced off the side of my head, leaving a deep gash that blood rapidly spilled out of. I clapped a hand to my face with a small cry of shock and pain. She picked up yet another knife, so I ran. I somehow managed to make it to the small and disused playpark. I made my way to the broken swingset, noticing thankfully that my head had more or less stopped bleeding. I supposed I should think myself lucky she hadn't sliced half my face clean off.
I knocked on the door, and Mikey gasped at the sight of the blood adorning my black t-shirt. I noticed with a grimace that blood had the effect of staining black fabric blacker. "She was worse than usual." I said dully as I entered the house that had become home to me more than my mothers ever had. "Come up to the bathroom, and we'll clean up that cut." Mikey said, obviously worried. "It'll need stitches." We made our way upstairs, where I was ambushed by Gerard, who for some reason felt the need to hug me every time he saw me. "Gee!" I growled, as he crushed me. He released me, and ruffled my brown jaw length hair. "You know you love it...really..." He gulped and tailed off as he noticed the long cut running from my temple to my chin. Mikey pushed me into the bathroom, Gerard heading off to find me a clean t-shirt, and began to hunt for some kind of antiseptic. I sat on the edge of the bath, nervously twisting a few strands of hair. This was going to hurt.
Mikey's POV
Someone knocked on the door, so I got up to get it. Gee couldn't be bothered, as usual. I opened the door to be greeted with the sight of Sam, one of our best friends since she moved here from England a few years ago, completely white and with a huge, bloodied cut down her face, stretching from her chin to her temple. "She was worse than usual." Sam said tonelessly. "Come up to the bathroom, and we'll clean up that cut." I said, concerned. "It'll need stitches."
We made our way to the bathroom, where Gerard hugged Sam to within an inch of her life before I had a chance to stop him. "Gee!" She said, obviously not impressed. He messed up her short brown hair, tailing off as he noticed the wound."You know you love it...really..." I pushed Sam into the bathroom, and began to hunt for some kind of antisptic. She sat on the edge of the bath, looking scared. She knew this was gonna hurt. Gee re-entered the room with a fresh T-shirt for Sam to change into. I noticed it was mine but really didn't care at that point.
Sam's POV
"Squeeze as hard as it stings." Gerard said, returning with a Green Day T-shirt, slipping his hand in mine. I nodded, my eyes shut tight. "Stay still." commanded Mikey. I fought to keep myself from flinching back as the cold, stinging liquid was dabbed across my face. "Holy- Think happy thoughts..." I said aloud to myself, provoking a laugh from Mikey and Gerard. "All done!" Mikey announced as he put the antiseptic stuff away. I opened one eye tentatively. "It's over?" They nodded. I relaxed. "Hurts..." I muttered, resisting the urge to scratch my burning face. Gerard, serious for once, said, "You need to do something about her." I knew what he meant. "I can't!" I replied. "I can't tell the police 'cause who are they gonna believe? My mother, who can look calm, tidy, and sober when it suits her, or some thirteen year old? After all, people automatically assume the worst about kids who dress like us! Think about it. Supposedly we 'emo kids' 'cut to get attention'." Gerard looked downcast, then brightened up and said, "So leave home! You can come live with us!" I sighed, and said "Are you sure?" They nodded enthusiastically. I hesitated, then said grinned, feeling lighthearted, "OK, but I'll need to get my stuff from my mums house." Gerard said "Yeah, but first we have to get you to hospital. You need stitches." I groaned, then stood up, heading off to change my shirt and resign myself to hours of being poked an prodded by rubber-gloved doctors.
Gerard's POV
"Squeeze as hard as it stings." I said, grabbing her hand. She struggled to stop her face scrunching up, and said "Holy- Think happy thoughts..." That made both me and Mikey laugh. "All done!" Mikey said as he put the antiseptic away. Sam opened an eye, and said "It's over?" We nodded. "Hurts..." She muttered. "You need to do something about her." I said, meaning her mother. "I can't!" she said, frustrated. "I can't tell the police 'cause who are they gonna believe? My mother, who can look calm, tidy, and sober when it suits her, or some thirteen year old? After all, people automatically assume the worst about kids who dress like us! Think about it. Supposedly we 'emo kids' 'cut to get attention'." I felt my face fall as I considered. She had a point. Suddenly, it came to me in one shining peice. "So leave home! You can come live with us!" She asked "Are you sure?" Me and Mikey both nodded happily. A live-in best friend, what could be better? "OK, but I'll need to get my stuff from my mums house." Sam replied. "Yeah, but first we have to get you to hospital. You need stitches." I said firmly. She groaned. I know how she felt- we both hated needles.
Amz, if you're reading this, stop hugging me, goddamnit! Its annoying as hell! For everyone else who is bothering to read, A- Sorry for being so insufferably English-sounding, and B- thanks for reading and enjoy!
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