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Today was just like any other day, The yelling at 7am, the way gerard towered over Mikey saying why couldn’t mikey just be a better brother, a better human being possibly. Mikey has learned to deal with the abuse better than he used to.
“Why do you always do this!?!?” Gerard snarled out, looking down at his younger brother with anger. “I-I don’t know..i-“ mikey was cut off with a hard slap to his face, he’d stumble back, holding his cheek while staring up at gerard. Gerard stared down at him like mikey was mere prey for a predator.
“Cut the “I don’t knows”, you do know why, you’re just pathetic.” Gerard spat out, tapping his foot impatiently before slapping mikey again.
mikey curled up against the wall, whimpering from the impact, he looked up at his older brother who was supposed to ‘protect him’ when in reality he just hurt him.
Years of abuse and neglect have slowly been taking their toll on mikey, although Frank, Ray or Bob didn’t see the signs. Gerard always had this ‘perfect older brother’ act up. Mikey shook with repressed sobs “I..I didn’t mean to-“ gerard cut him off with a harsh grab to his wrist, his sharp nails digging into the fresh cuts on Mikey’s arm, mikey winced as he felt the tight grip on his wrist. He tried to pull away, to no avail, gerard had a tight grip on his arm and wouldn’t let go.
“Now. Tell me. Why would you cut yourself like a pathetic, attention seeking little shit?” Gerard’s tone was impatient, as if mikey said the wrong thing, he’d lose his cool. Mikey was now openly crying, his shoulders were tensed, he felt gerard losing his patience and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“I-im sorry..im sorry, im sorry, im sorry…” mikey repeated like it would save him, when it only made things worse, gerard snapped and smashed Mikey’s head against the wall.
“THATS ALL YOU EVER SAY! ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING?” gerard yelled out at mikey, kicking his curled up body once. Mikey’s head was bleeding slightly, curled into a ball as if that was his only defense mechanism.
“You’re fucking pathetic. I don’t even know how you’re my brother.” Gerard said coldly, then he walked away, leaving mikey on the floor, sobbing.
Mikey slowly got up after a few minutes, wincing as he did. He didn’t know why it still hurt, this was normal for him. He started walking to the bathroom, attempting to patch himself up, he grabbed the concealer from the counter and started applying it, wincing as he did. He hated the feel of makeup by now, The spots were still tender, but if he let anyone else know about this, let’s just say gerard would kill him..literally.
After he finished applying the concealer , he got up and dressed, him and gerard had band practice today. He picked up his bass and went to the front door where gerard was waiting impatiently. They both got into the car, Mikey not even daring to look at Gerard as he drove off.
Mikey stared out the car window, the sky was blue, birds chirping, it was almost peaceful if Gerard wasn’t monitoring Mikey’s every move. They arrived at the studio, Gerard being the one to get out first. Mikey quickly followed along, Gerard opened the door to the studio, Frank and Ray were ranting about something stupid, while Bob was sitting at his drum set, staring up at the ceiling mindlessly.
“Oh, hey dude!” Ray spoke up, waving at Gerard happily. “Hey, Ray.” Gerard responded in that calm, collected voice. Mikey was staring down at the floor, kicking the carpet as a distraction. None of the members thought much of it though. “Aaaanyways..” Frank said, grabbing his guitar
“Since everyone’s here..should we start?” He suggested, nudging Bob in the shoulder to make him stop staring at the ceiling like a moth would stare at a lightbulb. “Mmm, yeah.” Gerard said. A few minutes later, they started rehearsing.
Mikey was nervous most of the time, but he was typically nervous, Gerard just said that was ‘Mikey’s personality’ because he never really talked much , afraid of Gerard’s reaction if he did. So he just kept playing the bass like nothing was wrong and everything was okay. When it was far from okay, because for poor Mikey, it never gets better, no. it gets worse….