TW : violence/assault. Skip the chapter if you're too uncomfy with it <3

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Gerard left school with Mikey at the end of the day, and stopped on the way back to slap his forehead with wide eyes.
"Oh my god !"

Mikey stopped. "What is it?"

"I'm such an idiot !"

"Yeah, I know that. Don't tell me you only notice it now."

"Shut up..." Gerard flicked him on the back of the head, only making Mikey giggle like an idiot.
"I forgot my biology book in my locker, Frank told me he put it back there but I forgot ! I have  homework to do !"

"It can't wait?"

"No, it's for tomorrow ! You know what, I'm going back, I have no other choice. Don't wait for me." Gerard said before running back to school.

He arrived at the school a few minutes later ; he and Mikey didn't live very far from it.

It was still open and students were leaving. Gerard hurried in the school through the backward flow of students and went on the second floor to his locker.

The hallways were completely deserted, everybody had already left. The silence was eerie, like in those horror videogames or movies where you're chased by a psychopath in an abandoned school or psychiatric hospital.
Speaking of psychopaths...

Gerard took the book out of his locker and heard someone behind him.
"Well well, look who we have here..."

His heart jumped, like he had just been hit by a hammer inside his chest. He knew that voice.
"Bert..."

He turned back to see the grinning man getting closer to him. Gerard stepped back but Bert slammed his palm on the locker, blocking his way out. Gerard's breath quickened along with his heartbeats.

"B-bert wait..."
He shrivelled, wishing he was one of these lockers he was forced to press his back against so he was as far from Bert as he could.

"Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?" Bert grasped Gerard's collar, dragging him into the bathroom and throwing him on the floor.

"You had so much fun watching me get beaten up by Frank the other day, didn't you? But breaking news, your knight in shining armor is not here to save you, princess."

Gerard tried to get up but Bert punched him in the mouth, keeping him on the ground. "Stay down," he spat.

Berth punched him in the face again. Gerard began crying and felt his face warm up from the blows ; he knew his face would get all bruised. His tears really got the best of him.

He got on his hands and knees trying to get up, and gasping for air. Bert harshly kicked him in the stomach before he had the chance to get up making him fall on his side. Bert repeated the gesture a few times until Gerard just couldn't get up.

Gerard rolled into a whimpering ball and held his stomach, groaning in pain ; his whole body felt like it was on fire.
Bert grasped his collar once again and held him up so Gerard could only touch the floor on tiptoe, basically embedding him in the tiled wall behind him.

Gerard shut his eyes, waiting for another blow that never came.

"You know, the more I look at you, the more I think those idiots are right. You do look hot, even with blood on your face." Gerard heard Bert say.

He dared opening his eyes. A compliment was the last thing he expected from Bert.

"Right now I really hesitate between beating you up and fucking you hard. Bet that would make your punk mad."

Gerard's eyes widened and felt Bert let go of his collar to pin his wrists on each side of his head.

"Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do... I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. You're gonna love it. And Frank's gonna hate that you loved it."

Bert held Gerard's hands above his head with solely one hand. Gerard tried to get away but even with one hand, Bert was stronger. Gerard hated himself for being so weak.

How is this happening?
He just came to pick up a book, how did it end up like this? He just realized how real the situation was.

Gerard wanted to scream but Bert immediatly put his free hand firmly on his mouth. "Shh, don't scream princess, no one will hear you. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Tears flowed down Gerard's cheeks to land on Bert's hand.
"I'm gonna take my hand off, but if you scream, I'm gonna beat you up again, understood?"

Gerard nodded and Bert took his hand off. Gerard didn't scream. What for? As Bert said, they were all alone.
"B-Bert, please don't hurt m-"Gerard pleaded in a whisper.

"-Did I say you could talk?" Bert growled and Gerard shrivelled. Bert kissed him aggressively.

Gerard tried to look away, but Bert grabbed his face to keep him from breaking the kiss. Bert's kiss was oddly gentle but his iron grip on Gerard wouldn't let him do anything but take that kiss.

"Hey, stop struggling," Bert scolded as Gerard tried to wiggle away. "Don't make it painful for yourself. Let yourself go..." he ended up cooing.

Gerard was feeling so weak and helpless. Bert shushed softly and Gerard caught himself hoping to just get all of it over with. He almost hated himself more than Bert at the moment.

That's weird to say, but Bert almost sounded soothing at the moment. That made Gerard feel dirty. But... the less he struggled, the quicker it would be over, right?

Gerard closed his eyes and decided to wait for it to happen so he could go home and move on. What else could he do?

"That's my boy..." Bert praised before kissing him again and forced his tongue into Gerard's mouth, shoving it down his throat. Gerard did the best he could to muffle his whimpers, he didn't want to get hit again.

While Bert was abusing his mouth, he managed to think.
How do I make that stop? Begging obviously won't work, it will only make Bert angry.

Gerard didn't have any other choice but to play with Bert's pride. He loathed this solution, but it was the best he had in this dire situation. Even if it didn't work, it could only help his case.

Gerard kissed back.
He kissed Bert with all he got, intertwining his tongue with Bert's and making sure to fake pleasure moans as loudly as he could.

Bert smirked at the mere thought that Gerard was enjoying himself as much as him.

"I knew you wanted this you dirty, dirty boy..." he said before kissing him hungrily again. "Frank and his tiny dick can't satisfy you like I can. There are so many things I wanna do to you, babe..."

Gerard could now touch the floor and managed to reach for Bert's crotch with his knee, kneading hard on it. Bert let out a loud moan.
"Ohh... D-don't stop, princess. Fuck, you're so good at this..."

There it is...
Gerard felt Bert's grip on his wrists greatly loosen, probably due to the pleasure he was giving Bert.

He suddenly kneed Bert in the balls as hard as he could and pushed him off him as Bert was cursing.

Gerard hurried out of the bathroom the fastest he ever had in his life, like he was being chased by a dangerous psychopath - which he kind of was. His whole body was sore from the beating earlier and he almost tripped but managed to run away nonetheless.

He looked behind him to see if Bert was hounding him, and his shoulder collided with someone else's. Gerard fell on the floor harshly.

"Gerard?"

He looked up with utter fear and confusion in his eyes. Anthony !!
Gerard jumped up at Anthony's neck, clutching him like he was his own lifeline.

"Gee, are you okay? You- Jesus Christ, what happened to your face?! You're bleeding!"

"B-Bert-... H-he...tried t-t-to..."
Gerard could barely speak, chocking on his own tears. He was hyperventilating from fear, pain and exhaustion.

Anthony's eyes widened as he understood what Gerard was trying to say and he hurried to the bathrooms.

Gerard sank on his knees in the middle of the empty hallway.
"Don't g-go there... Don't- don't l-leave m-me alone..."

Anthony ignored him and kicked the bathroom door open to see Bert casually smoking like nothing had happened.

"Oh, look who's here to save the day..." He rolled his eyes. "Here to be fucked too, Iero?"

Anthony didn't reply and gave Bert a violent headbutt, causing the latter to stagger back and his nose to start bleeding.

"You fucking crossed the line. You stay the hell away from Gerard, you understand me?" He pointed at Bert.

"You'll pay for that, Frankie. You and your red-haired slut are dead." Bert threatened.

"Do as much as much as lay your eyes on him and I'll snap your neck." Anthony seethed. All traces of kindness were gone from his gaze. He was dead serious.

He started leaving but turned back and punched Bert in the mouth so hard that he fell on the ground. "Oh, and I'm Anthony." he casually said before walking away.

He found Gerard where he had left him, sitting on the cold floor and still hyperventilating. He was having a panic attack and tears were rolling down his cheeks like torrents.

Anthony immediatly knelt with him on the floor and pulled him into a tight hug, which Gerard barely registered.

"Shhh, it's okay Gee, it's over. I'm here, it's over. Everything's gonna be okay, baby boy. Shhh..." Anthony reassured him the best he could, stroking his hair soothingly and protecting him in his arms while Gerard was crying.

"Gerard, look at me." Anthony said as they were separating, being careful to make eye contact with the boy in front of him. "You're safe now, okay? Breathe with me. In... And out..."

Gerard did the best he could to focus on Anthony's voice and not what had happened beforehand, and do what Anthony was saying. He imitated Anthony and inhaled, then exhaled deeply. It took a few minutes for Gerard to calm down and come back to his senses.

"Shhh, we'll go talk to someone about it tomorrow..." Anthony whispered to Gerard once he was calm.

"No!" Gerard practically yelled, pulling back from Anthony.

"Gerard, we have to tell someone."

"No, no, p-please don't. Please Anthony, I- I don't want to, please don't tell anyone. Please, promise you won't. Promise me." Gerard resumed hyperventilating, begging with big watery eyes.

"Okay, okay, I won't..." Anthony said in a soft voice, wrapping his arms round Gerard again. "Just calm down okay? It's over..."

"I'm serious, y-you can't tell anyone, not Mikey, not Frank, not anyone. Please." Gerard sniffled in Anthony's shoulder.

"...Okay, I won't. I promise." Anthony said reluctantly.

He didn't understand why Gerard would ask such a thing, but he had no other choice but to respect his friend's will. Besides, calming Gerard down was a priority.

He slowly pulled back and helped Gerard up.
"I'm walking you home."

When they got out of the school, it was already dark. And Anthony did walk him home. Gerard got himself back together while he was walking.
"Why were you there... In the hallways?"

"I was looking for you, actually. I saw you running back in the school when I was leaving, I just got worried. And apparently I was right to be."

They arrived to Gerard's house.
Anthony reached out for Gerard's hands. "Hey. I want you to know that whatever happened there, it's not your fault, okay?"

Gerard nodded and pulled Anthony in another hug. "Thank you, Anthony."

He felt his eyes water from emotion, from how good of a friend Anthony was.

Gerard leaned forward and pressed his lips on Anthony's cheek softly. "Thank you."

Gerard pulled back and went home. Anthony waved at him and watched him leave.

Anthony stood there before the house and he thoughtfully brought his hand on the cheek Gerard had kissed.

A goofy smile appeared on his face.

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