Aye it's my birthday

Tbh ever since I was like 9 I've always wanted to die on my birthday bc you live a perfect number of years without a day over but everyone thinks I'm crazy

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I just got off the phone with the police and they told me they'd be here as soon as they could. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I looked at Mikey. He hadn't seemed to bother pulling out the bed as he just slept across the couch. And, as soon as I walked out of the bedroom, I could smell the faint scent of weed.

I sighed, going back to the bedroom. Gee was sleeping peacefully, finally. He had spent all night tossing and turning and scared. I felt so bad as I sat beside him, brushing the hair out of his face.

"Hey, beautiful," I whispered. "You've gotta wake up now?"

"Wh-why?" He whimpered.

"The police are coming, sweetheart," I said.

"No, I-I wanna stay here and cuddle with you," Gee mumbled sleepily.

"You're gonna have to get up to talk to them, baby," I said softly, running a hand through his hair.

"Don't wanna talk about it," he muttered.

"I know you don't, beautiful, but you're gonna have to to get your dad in trouble," I said.

"M-maybe he doesn't have to get in trouble," Gee said quietly. "I-It's my fault, he said it was."

"No, baby, no, it's not your fault," I denied, pulling him up into my lap. "He's sick and disgusting and none of this was because of you. You were just sleeping, it's his fault."

Gee cried, clinging onto me tight as there was a knock on my door. I sighed, carrying him over to the family room. I kicked the couch and Mikey grunted in annoyance.

"Move," I ordered. "Go hang out in my bedroom."

He grumbled quietly, picking up his bong and heading back.

"Don't take that with you," I complained.

He ignored me, shutting the door loudly. I shook my head, setting Gee down as I went to answer the door. There were two cops standing there as I let them in up to my apartment. The female officer sat next to Gee and I sat on the other side of him, holding his hand.

"Hello, sweetie," she greeted kindly. "I'm Officer Orzechowski."

"O-Orz..." Gee trailed off with a frown as he tried to pronounce her name.

"You can call me Officer Sarah," she said with a chuckle.

She had pale skin and bright blue eyes. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"You're Gerard Way?" She asked.

Gee nodded nervously, looking back at me with watery eyes.

"We're just gonna talk for a little bit, okay?" Officer Sarah asked.

Gee nodded again and I held his hand tighter.

"This is Officer Armstrong," she said, gesturing to her partner, who nodded at us. "Do you think you can tell us about what happened with your dad?"

"D-do I have to?" Gee whimpered.

Officer Sarah sighed. "I'm afraid so, sweetheart. If we're gonna have evidence to get your dad in jail then we're gonna need you to tell us."

"W-well, maybe jail I-is a little extreme," Gee said.

I kissed the side of his head.

"Baby, you need to tell her, okay?" I whispered. "I know it's painful but you need to."

Gee nodded and I kissed his cheek. His lip was quivering as he looked back at Officer Sarah, Officer Armstrong standing behind her.

"So, tell us everything," Officer Sarah said. "Take your time, sweetheart."

Gee nodded, his lip still quivering as he tried not to cry. "W-well my dad was g-gonna have an affair with...I don't know, s-some lady. B-but she canceled and he was mad."

I wrapped my arms around him and he sniffled.

"I-I went to sleep but when I woke up h-his hands were all over me," Gee continued. "I-I asked him to stop b-but he got mad and hit me a couple times. A-and then I started crying a-and that only made him more annoyed. H-he started saying th-these awful things to me."

"What kind of things, honey?" Officer Sarah asked.

"Th-that I was worthless and how th-this is my fault," he whispered shakily. "H-how I was just an accident a-and this was how to make it up to him for being born."

Officer Sarah looked shocked as I pulled him into my lap. Gee cried, hugging onto me tight.

"A-and then he pushed me onto my stomach a-and wouldn't let me get up," Gee continued to say. "H-he hit me again then ripped of m-my panties and...a-and then he--"

Gee couldn't say anything anymore as he sobbed, burying his face into the crook of my neck. Officer Sarah rubbed his back softly and soothingly.

"What was your family doing during this?" Officer Sarah asked.

"I-I was screaming but they just ignored me!" Gee cried.

I kissed his forehead, running a hand through his hair. Gee took a few deep breaths, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Sweetheart, do you think we could take a picture of your bruises?" She asked.

Gee nodded slowly as he stood up. He sniffled, lifting his shirt. There were some purple bruises littering his ribs and his chubby tummy. I frowned as Officer Armstrong took photos.

"This one looks older," he remarked, pointing to a fading one on his arm. "Where's it from?"

"My mom," Gee whispered.

"Does your mom hit you?" Officer Sarah asked and Gee nodded. "How long has she been doing this?"

"A-as long as I can remember," Gee whimpered.

"Is he done with the photos?" I asked.

She nodded and Gee put his shirt down, sitting on my lap. We talked for a little bit more until they left to go arrest his parents. His dad would be charged with rape and child neglect and his mom with domestic abuse and child neglect. God, my poor baby. He was sobbing and shaking as Mikey stepped out.

"They finally gone?" Mikey asked.

I looked at the blunt in his hand, scrunching my nose up.

"None of that in my house," I said.

"Have you ever smoked weed before?" Mikey asked.

I glared at him. "Yes, I have."

"Did you like it?" He asked.

"Yes," I stated, "But none of that shit around Gee."

"I-I don't like it," Gee whimpered.

"You know, if I'm gonna be living here I should be able to make a few rules of my own," Mikey said. "And number one on that list is that I don't wanna hear my brother being fucked so either keep it down or do it while I'm not home."

Gee sniffled, shaking his head. "N-no. D-Don't wanna do it again."

"Your loss," Mikey muttered, looking me over.

I glared at him and he smirked.

Gee held onto me tighter. "M-mine, Mikey."

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, winking at me.

Gee cried and I hugged him tight.

"You know what, I think you deserve a nap," I said.

I carried Gee up to the bedroom, shutting the door and cuddling in the bed with him.

"Does your butt still hurt, baby?" I asked.

He nodded, sniffling as he hugged me.

"I-I don't want Mikey with you," he whispered.

"I won't, I promise," I said. "I love you and only you."

"You tired?" I asked, stroking his cheek gently.

He nodded his head. "I-I didn't get much sleep at all."

"Okay, just get some rest," I said.

Gee nodded, closing his eyes to sleep. I sang to him quietly until he eventually dozed off. I left him there, replacing my spot with Olivia as I got up slowly and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

"I'm not gonna have any of your shit," I said to Mikey. "Be thankful that I'm letting you live here. I was happy letting them send you away to live in a foster home but your brother wanted to keep you safe and happy so you better fucking appreciate and treat him better."

"You wanna snort a line with me?" Mikey asked.

My eyes widened. "No, and you are most certainly not doing that here."

Mikey shrugged, turning on the tv.

"You know, the police are gonna be back here later so you can't leave your drugs here," I said.

"Then I'll just leave," Mikey said.

"No because they'll probably still want to talk to you," I stated.

Mikey groaned. "God, why'd Gee have to go and screw everything up? It was all fine before."

"It was not fine before," I denied. "Life was like hell before I intervened."

"You're right," Mikey agreed.

I raised my eyebrows. "I am?"

"Yeah, you're the one who screwed everything up, not Gee," he said.

"You know what, I'm fucking done," I muttered, throwing my hands up. "For all I care you're just an ass who can be homeless. I'm only letting you stay here because Gee is the one who wants you here, he loves you."

"Well, I wasn't asking him for any favors," Mikey said.

I glared at him, going into my kitchen. I grabbed some Lucky Charms, pouring it into a bowl.

"Ooh, can I have some?" He asked.

"Get it yourself, asshole," I said.

It was almost noon and I have yet to eat anything. I sat down beside Mikey on the couch, glaring at him as I looked at the tv. I grabbed the remote, changing the channel.

"Hey, I was watching that," he complained.

"My house, my rules," I stated.

He groaned. "If you get to choose what to watch then I get to snort coke."

"In what world are those two equivalent?" I asked.

"Some people care a lot about their tv," Mikey said. "I am one of those people."

He grabbed the remote from my hand and I scowled. I set my bowl down, grabbing the remote back as he fought for it.

"My house, my tv," I grunted.

"You're an ass," he said.

Mikey pushed me down onto the couch, smirking down at me.

"Well, if my brother won't fuck I sure will," he offered.

"Go fuck yourself," I spat, pushing him off me.

I wasn't really hungry anymore as I stood up. Mikey took my cereal as I went back to the bedroom. I was still angry as I crawled into the bed with Gee. Looking at his peaceful, beautiful face made me smile slightly. I kissed his forehead, pulling him close to me. Gee hummed sleepily, hugging me tight.

"Love you," Gee mumbled sleepily.

I smiled, running my hand through his hair.

"You want breakfast?" I asked. "Or lunch, really."

He nodded softly and I smiled.

"What do you want, beautiful?" I asked.

"Lucky Charms," he said quietly.

I nodded, standing up to get him food. I glared at Mikey as I walked by. I poured a bowl of cereal for Gee, going back into the bedroom. I kissed Gee's forehead happily.

"I love you, beautiful," I whispered. "You're safe now, you're with me."