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If We Hold On Together	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"MIKEY YOU FREAK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Came my brother's voice suddenly roaring through the house. My guess is that he saw what I did with his walls. And his window. And the rest of his room. Not that I cared. He deserved it. I had Goosebumps all over my body, since the water spraying down on me was cold. I shivered and shut my eyes tight as I heard Gerard closing in on the bathroom.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He screamed and pulled away the shower curtain, leaving me naked, scared and hurt. When he saw the water was cold, and that my skin was almost blue he cursed.

"Get out of there" He commanded but I didn't acknowledge him. Instead I put my hands over my ears and started crying.

"Oh I'll give you something to cry about" He said before grabbing my arms with such force I had trouble staying on my feet. He dragged me out of the shower, I didn't even fight him. I had no strength left in my body. He dragged me over to my bed and threw me down on it. A million things were running through my head as he lay down on top of my naked body. But I had no time to react before he was kissing me. Not soft, but hard and rough. I didn't like it, but I didn't do anything to stop him.

"I'll fucking make you cry" He said again and pinned my arms over my head. I didn't understand why he was using so much force; it wasn't like I was fighting back. His lips were now on my neck, biting and nibbling. I couldn't even register what was going on. What my brother was doing. I just lay there while his hands roamed my body like he was my lover.

It hurt. So bad, and finally I found my voice. I screamed for him to stop, I begged for him to stop, I cried for him to stop. Tears poured from my eyes like there was no tomorrow. My arms were still pinned above my head and I couldn't fight him off as he took my virginity.

Finally with a burning sensation and a searing pain in my ass he stopped. He let out a kind of moan, and I guess he was done. He let my hands go and pulled out. Immediately I pulled my knees up to my chin and turned on my side, choking on my own tears. There was no excuse for what he had just done; no words he could ever speak that would make me forgive him.

He didn't say anything, he just left. He made no sign that he even knew he had just raped his own brother.

I wanted to cry myself to sleep, but I couldn't. I had to get him off me; I had to get Gerard off me. I still had his sperm in me, and it made me sick. I got up to run for the bathroom, but the searing pain in my lower region stopped me and I threw up on the floor. I cried as the vomit burned my insides and I cried as my legs gave in underneath me.

I sat on my floor and cried. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand up, so I crawled towards the bathroom, but even that hurt. I finally reached inside and got into the shower. I could taste the salty tears that found their way into my mouth as I turned on the water again. This time I turned it to hot. Very hot. I just had to get Gerard off and out of me, no matter what it took.

The burning water hit me and turned my skin red, but I didn't care. I grabbed a soap and sponge and began scrubbing. I scrubbed until my skin was burning hot and feverishly red. Mixed with the bubbles in the drain was the blood from my ass. I felt like I could never be clean again.
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I fell asleep on the bathroom floor, a towel wrapped tight around me. I didn't have the strength to get out into my bedroom again, and I still got sick as soon as I remembered what had happened.

When morning came I woke up, but immediately started crying as the memories of the night before came over me. I slowly got up, trying to ignore the shooting pain I was experiencing, both in and outside of my body. I didn't know what to do; all I knew was that I couldn't go to school.

When I finally stood upright I saw myself in the mirror and cringed. Anger soared through me as I lay eyes on my eyes that resembled Gerard's all too much.

The mirror broke as my fist made contact with it and pieces of glass got stuck in my fist. I didn't even notice though. I didn't see my face anymore, and that was all I wanted right now. I made my way into my room and collapsed on the bed, and that's all I did. I had no more strength, I just lay there. All day.

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Days passed, and weeks even. I didn't go to school, I told my dad I was sick, and he believed me. Mostly because he was drunk all the time. Frank tried to visit, so did Ray and Bob, but I let no one in my room. I didn't eat much, and I barely drank anything. I wore nothing but my black sweats and my Anthrax t-shirt. I didn't shower; I didn't even wear my glasses.

So what did I do all day? Nothing. I just spent every damn day lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. Gerard made no attempt to see me, which I think was good. I couldn't face him, not now. Not ever.

I cried every day, and I threw up each time I tried to eat something. I was getting unhealthy skinny, but I didn't care. I always had dark circles under my eyes, well I guess I had. I wouldn't know, I broke my mirror. I had broken everything in my room that you could break. Books were spread all around my room, so were the book pages. My movies and CD's had been tossed out the window and into the backyard. Of course no one knew, because no one ever went out there.

My chair was broken, my desk looked crooked and my walls were covered in marks of my anger. My fists were bloody from all the times I had punched the walls. Though I didn't feel it. I felt nothing except anger. Sometimes I thought about killing myself, and those times I would cut myself. Nothing life threatening, but it painted my floor and my bed red. Other times I thought about killing Gerard. About sneaking into his room at night as he slept and just strangle him. Or maybe smother him with a pillow.

I hated that he didn't seem to regret it. He still brought home girls and banged them; I could hear him from my room. He didn't care. He raped his baby-brother and he didn't care.

I guess I should've wished he would die, and sometimes I did. But mostly I wished that I would die. That I would be freed from this pain I felt. From all the anger. I was angry at my father for not noticing, for not caring. Sure he did force me to eat a little every day, but it wasn't enough. And I hated my mother for leaving us, for making this happen to us. And I hated Frank for… I don't know. I hated him just because. Because he should've been there, he should've protected me. I know it makes no sense, but he should've been there for me.

Like I said, he tried talking to me, but I wouldn't let him in. I would just scream at him, or stay quiet. My whole body ached with hate and sorrow, and I had no idea what to do next.

All I knew what that I was broken, and the person who broke me was my own brother.
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