My happy endings (A My Chemical Romance story), chapter 9
There was a knock at the door. Gerard got up from his seat and went to walk to the door.
"Miserable gits here," he said as he opened the door to see exactly what he expected.
"Hi," Gerard said putting on a fake smile.
"Where'd you want be to clean?" the old women asked.
"Right this way."
Gerard led the women into the living room where we were all sat. The woman's face dropped as she saw the mess.
"Stupid teenagers and the parties they throw," the woman muttered.
"Actually we're not teenagers and it wasn't a party it was a food fight, hence the exact same thing that's on the floors and walls here are on us," Mikey replied not very nicely. Wow didn't know he had it in him.
She scowled, "Could you please leave the room so I can clean."
We all left the room and headed upstairs to the bathroom. We all burst into the bathroom. Ray and Bob were fighting for the shower and Gerard, Frank, Mikey and I were all in the bath together (fully clothed still). Gerard has a big bath. Both Bob and Ray squished into the shower.
I wolf-whistled. "Boy sex."
Everyone in the bath laughed. Bob and Ray looked at each other and ran out of the shower and slipped up on the wet, slippery floor causing the rest of us to go into stitches with laughter. I stood up out of the bath.
"You guys are pathetic," I laughed. "One of you sit where I sit. I'm gonna go and check on the witch."
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I could hear a fight in the bathroom between Ray and Bob trying to take my space. I walked into the sitting room to see it nearly cleaned.
"Good job," I said. "I'll go get Gerard to pay you in a minute."
The old witch gave a smile for the first time ever, "Ok." Wow it must of took all her strength to force that on her face.
I left the room and went into the bathroom.
"The witch is nearly done," I said knocking on the door.
The door slowly opened.
"Well, she's got something else to clean," Gerard said revealing the bathroom covered in smashed shampoo bottles and a very slippery floor filled with various chemicals of some sort.
"I better go down and tell the witch," I said.
I went back down into the living room. It was now clean.
"I'm done," she said.
"Well. We need you to clean something else," I said pulling a fake smile.
Her face dropped and looked like she was about to throw her false teeth at me.
"Ok then," she said as we headed to the bathroom.
I knocked on the bathroom again.
"She's ready to clean here so out," I said laughing.
The five guys walked out with grins on their faces. The witch wasn't impressed.
"Well, at least someone knows when to stop." She smiled. Wow two at the same person. She's on a roll.
"Actually I don't. Do you know when to stop with the insults?" I said as I nudged her into the bathroom. "I don't want to hear another insult or I'll send you off with no pay."
She did as she was told and got to work.
I went into my room to get changed. I changed out of my dirty, wet clothes and pulled on a Green Day t-shirt and another pair of drain pipe jeans. I went downstairs via the living room in search of the rest of the guys. Where were they? I went back upstairs and knocked on Gerard's door. Gerard opened the door.
"Come in,2 he said. "We're trying to get some clothes for the rest of the guys."
I sat on the edge of Gerard's bed and watched in amusement the guys trying to pick out some clothes to wear. They picked out their clothes and went to their rooms to get ready. I walked out of Gerard's room but got stopped half way.
"Steph," Gerard said.
I turned around to see Gerard approaching me and pulled me into a hug.
"Are you feeling any happier today?" he asked.
"Yes, why?" I asked.
"Because the guys are bringing their girlfriends over."
"Oh, are they nice people?"
"Yeah."
"I'll tell you the truth this time, but I am nervous."
"Remember what I said earlier. I'm here for you."
"Okay."
There was another knock at the door and the guys heads came around the door.
"We're going to go get them. I'll see you later guys," Mikey said.
The door shut and then we heard the front door shut.
"I forgot to say, that I have a sister, and she's Ray's girlfriend. She's very nice. Her name is Ann," Gerard said.
"Ok then. I'm really nervous now," I said.
"Why are you really nervous when you meet my family? You were when you found out that Mikey was my brother."
"Because I don't want to offended them of any sort and start an argument between you guys."
"You won't. She is impossible to argue with. They all are."
"Okay," I said. "Do you wanna go check on the witch?" I asked.
"Yeah."
We walked into the bathroom to see the witch nearly done.
"By any chance did your parents ever teach you not to throw food or have fights with shampoo. Your parents must be failures," the witch said.
"MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" I shouted running towards the witch punching her. "How fucking heartless are you?"
Gerard pulled me off the witch. I was now crying.
"I think you should leave," Gerard said to the woman.
"Do I get paid?" she asked.
"All you're interested in is getting paid, aren't you?" Gerard said angrily.
"Well, I got to live."
"You've just fucking mentally hurt someone and that's all you're interested in. I'll tell you what. Have a dollar and fuck off," Gerard said throwing a dollar at her and escorting her out of the house.
"You owe me $49 for cleaning your house."
"Not if I sacked you."
She witch shut up and drove down the road out of our lives.
Gerard turned around and gave me a hug as I was crying a lot. We sat down on the stair.
"I need to cut," I cried.
"No you don't. Nobody needs that," Gerard said.
"Well I must be nobody."
"No, no you're not nobody."
"Please, let me," I begged.
"I'm not going to let you," Gerard said.
"I can't cope with this anymore. It's to hard."
"You'll get through this. Just fight it."
"Will I?"
"You will."
"Gerard. Let me. Please."
"I can't let you. It will eventually kill you and I don't want that. You're gonna get through this. Soon this will be history."
Gerard began to stroke my side genteelly for a bit more reassurance.
"I can't stand living anymore."
"It will all fade away soon. After the funeral. It will be better. Not back to normal but nearly."
I looked up at Gerard.
"How do you know all this?"
"Last year I got depressed, I cut. I did a lot more. I don't want to tell you the other things till your recovered because you might think that was a good idea and do the same. I took the wrong path, and you're about to, but I'm pushing you to the right one. I know it sounds horrible but I'm not letting you cut yourself."
"Sorry."
"You haven't done anything."
"Can we go get a drink?" I asked now sobbing.
We went into the kitchen. Gerard got us some coffee. I waited looking around the room impatiently. My eyes kept stopping on one thing. The knives. I could run and do it. Or do it here. I began slowly edging toward the knives. My eyes glistened at the blade. The feeling was so good. I needed it so bad.
"Steph, I'm watching you," Gerard said turning my back from the knives and handing me the coffee.
I could feel my face turning pale. It was almost addictive.
"I still want to," I replied coldly.
"I won't let you," Gerard said.
I took a sip of the coffee. Gerard held my other hand. I put my head on his shoulder.
"How do you make everything seem okay?" I asked.
The doorbell rang and the 4 guys and their girlfriends came through the door.
"We're here," Mikey sang.
They came around into the kitchen.
"Has the witch left?" Ray asked.
"About that. I need to talk to you about her later," Gerard said.
"Oh Steph, this is Ann, Gerard and Mikey's sister and my girlfriend," Ray said as I shook her hand.
Ann was about 5'8 and had dirty blond hair with red streaks. She had hazel eyes and wore a tank top that showed her pierced belly and drain pipes. She had her ears pierced twice and wore glasses. The rest of the guys introduced their girlfriends to me. Bob's girlfriend was called Sarah. She was about 5'4. She had dark brown hair with red streaks and blond tips. She had dark brown eyes with a yellowish tinge. Frank's girlfriend was 5'2 and had hazel eyes. Her name was Brooke. She had short layered hair that was a red-ish brown colour. She was wearing flats. Then there was Xanthe, Mikey's girlfriend. She had light-ish brown, curly hair with blonde bits. She had hazel eyes with a brown strip and was of average height. They all seemed very relaxed and hyperactive at the same time.
"Miserable gits here," he said as he opened the door to see exactly what he expected.
"Hi," Gerard said putting on a fake smile.
"Where'd you want be to clean?" the old women asked.
"Right this way."
Gerard led the women into the living room where we were all sat. The woman's face dropped as she saw the mess.
"Stupid teenagers and the parties they throw," the woman muttered.
"Actually we're not teenagers and it wasn't a party it was a food fight, hence the exact same thing that's on the floors and walls here are on us," Mikey replied not very nicely. Wow didn't know he had it in him.
She scowled, "Could you please leave the room so I can clean."
We all left the room and headed upstairs to the bathroom. We all burst into the bathroom. Ray and Bob were fighting for the shower and Gerard, Frank, Mikey and I were all in the bath together (fully clothed still). Gerard has a big bath. Both Bob and Ray squished into the shower.
I wolf-whistled. "Boy sex."
Everyone in the bath laughed. Bob and Ray looked at each other and ran out of the shower and slipped up on the wet, slippery floor causing the rest of us to go into stitches with laughter. I stood up out of the bath.
"You guys are pathetic," I laughed. "One of you sit where I sit. I'm gonna go and check on the witch."
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I could hear a fight in the bathroom between Ray and Bob trying to take my space. I walked into the sitting room to see it nearly cleaned.
"Good job," I said. "I'll go get Gerard to pay you in a minute."
The old witch gave a smile for the first time ever, "Ok." Wow it must of took all her strength to force that on her face.
I left the room and went into the bathroom.
"The witch is nearly done," I said knocking on the door.
The door slowly opened.
"Well, she's got something else to clean," Gerard said revealing the bathroom covered in smashed shampoo bottles and a very slippery floor filled with various chemicals of some sort.
"I better go down and tell the witch," I said.
I went back down into the living room. It was now clean.
"I'm done," she said.
"Well. We need you to clean something else," I said pulling a fake smile.
Her face dropped and looked like she was about to throw her false teeth at me.
"Ok then," she said as we headed to the bathroom.
I knocked on the bathroom again.
"She's ready to clean here so out," I said laughing.
The five guys walked out with grins on their faces. The witch wasn't impressed.
"Well, at least someone knows when to stop." She smiled. Wow two at the same person. She's on a roll.
"Actually I don't. Do you know when to stop with the insults?" I said as I nudged her into the bathroom. "I don't want to hear another insult or I'll send you off with no pay."
She did as she was told and got to work.
I went into my room to get changed. I changed out of my dirty, wet clothes and pulled on a Green Day t-shirt and another pair of drain pipe jeans. I went downstairs via the living room in search of the rest of the guys. Where were they? I went back upstairs and knocked on Gerard's door. Gerard opened the door.
"Come in,2 he said. "We're trying to get some clothes for the rest of the guys."
I sat on the edge of Gerard's bed and watched in amusement the guys trying to pick out some clothes to wear. They picked out their clothes and went to their rooms to get ready. I walked out of Gerard's room but got stopped half way.
"Steph," Gerard said.
I turned around to see Gerard approaching me and pulled me into a hug.
"Are you feeling any happier today?" he asked.
"Yes, why?" I asked.
"Because the guys are bringing their girlfriends over."
"Oh, are they nice people?"
"Yeah."
"I'll tell you the truth this time, but I am nervous."
"Remember what I said earlier. I'm here for you."
"Okay."
There was another knock at the door and the guys heads came around the door.
"We're going to go get them. I'll see you later guys," Mikey said.
The door shut and then we heard the front door shut.
"I forgot to say, that I have a sister, and she's Ray's girlfriend. She's very nice. Her name is Ann," Gerard said.
"Ok then. I'm really nervous now," I said.
"Why are you really nervous when you meet my family? You were when you found out that Mikey was my brother."
"Because I don't want to offended them of any sort and start an argument between you guys."
"You won't. She is impossible to argue with. They all are."
"Okay," I said. "Do you wanna go check on the witch?" I asked.
"Yeah."
We walked into the bathroom to see the witch nearly done.
"By any chance did your parents ever teach you not to throw food or have fights with shampoo. Your parents must be failures," the witch said.
"MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" I shouted running towards the witch punching her. "How fucking heartless are you?"
Gerard pulled me off the witch. I was now crying.
"I think you should leave," Gerard said to the woman.
"Do I get paid?" she asked.
"All you're interested in is getting paid, aren't you?" Gerard said angrily.
"Well, I got to live."
"You've just fucking mentally hurt someone and that's all you're interested in. I'll tell you what. Have a dollar and fuck off," Gerard said throwing a dollar at her and escorting her out of the house.
"You owe me $49 for cleaning your house."
"Not if I sacked you."
She witch shut up and drove down the road out of our lives.
Gerard turned around and gave me a hug as I was crying a lot. We sat down on the stair.
"I need to cut," I cried.
"No you don't. Nobody needs that," Gerard said.
"Well I must be nobody."
"No, no you're not nobody."
"Please, let me," I begged.
"I'm not going to let you," Gerard said.
"I can't cope with this anymore. It's to hard."
"You'll get through this. Just fight it."
"Will I?"
"You will."
"Gerard. Let me. Please."
"I can't let you. It will eventually kill you and I don't want that. You're gonna get through this. Soon this will be history."
Gerard began to stroke my side genteelly for a bit more reassurance.
"I can't stand living anymore."
"It will all fade away soon. After the funeral. It will be better. Not back to normal but nearly."
I looked up at Gerard.
"How do you know all this?"
"Last year I got depressed, I cut. I did a lot more. I don't want to tell you the other things till your recovered because you might think that was a good idea and do the same. I took the wrong path, and you're about to, but I'm pushing you to the right one. I know it sounds horrible but I'm not letting you cut yourself."
"Sorry."
"You haven't done anything."
"Can we go get a drink?" I asked now sobbing.
We went into the kitchen. Gerard got us some coffee. I waited looking around the room impatiently. My eyes kept stopping on one thing. The knives. I could run and do it. Or do it here. I began slowly edging toward the knives. My eyes glistened at the blade. The feeling was so good. I needed it so bad.
"Steph, I'm watching you," Gerard said turning my back from the knives and handing me the coffee.
I could feel my face turning pale. It was almost addictive.
"I still want to," I replied coldly.
"I won't let you," Gerard said.
I took a sip of the coffee. Gerard held my other hand. I put my head on his shoulder.
"How do you make everything seem okay?" I asked.
The doorbell rang and the 4 guys and their girlfriends came through the door.
"We're here," Mikey sang.
They came around into the kitchen.
"Has the witch left?" Ray asked.
"About that. I need to talk to you about her later," Gerard said.
"Oh Steph, this is Ann, Gerard and Mikey's sister and my girlfriend," Ray said as I shook her hand.
Ann was about 5'8 and had dirty blond hair with red streaks. She had hazel eyes and wore a tank top that showed her pierced belly and drain pipes. She had her ears pierced twice and wore glasses. The rest of the guys introduced their girlfriends to me. Bob's girlfriend was called Sarah. She was about 5'4. She had dark brown hair with red streaks and blond tips. She had dark brown eyes with a yellowish tinge. Frank's girlfriend was 5'2 and had hazel eyes. Her name was Brooke. She had short layered hair that was a red-ish brown colour. She was wearing flats. Then there was Xanthe, Mikey's girlfriend. She had light-ish brown, curly hair with blonde bits. She had hazel eyes with a brown strip and was of average height. They all seemed very relaxed and hyperactive at the same time.
