Give Me A Reason To Believe

Gerard's P.O.V.

My eyes shot open.
I looked down to find Baylie's sleeping head sprawled across my chest.
I remembered last night.

I remember that she stopped my tears.
No one has ever done that before.

We were up the rest of the night staring. We stared and then we talked.
About everything. Well, not everything. Not yet.
But I had someone to talk to.

I looked back down at her soft and innocent stare.
I think I was actually about to stroke her hair,.
Then she woke up.

Baylie's P.O.V.

I woke up, still trying to open my eyes. I looked around.
Then I looked up.
I was on Gerard.

Damnit.
I shot into the air off of his body.

Last night... I talked to him. Just him. It felt good to have someone to talk to.
I guess I just.. fell asleep..No. Something else happened.

Oh, well. This was better then spending the night t home.
I bet they didn't even notice that I was gone.

I looked over at Gerard. It looked like he had sex hair, frizzed in all directions.

"Morning." He said grinning, his hazel eyes shining bright.

"Nice hair." I answered chuckling.

He got up and looked in the mirror.
"Oh yeah, this is gunna b my new look." He struck a violent pose, and we laughed.

Our laughing quickly got cut off though.
Mikey walked down the stairs.

I just stared. I felt as if I didn't have the right to be there. I just stared.

I don't think Gerard knew what to do either.

He walked over to the staircase.
"Mikey--"

Mikey jumped over Gerard's words, smothering him with a hug.

"Well I wasn't expecting that." Gerard said looking over at me.

"Neither was I." I said trying not to smile.

"Shut up Gee, I should be the one apologizing.... I love you, you idiot."
Mikey hugged Gerard again.

After the hug fit was over, Gerard stared at Mikey funny.
"You just want me to make you my world famous coffee, don't you?" Gerard asked.

"Badly." Mikey grinned, and we ran up the stairs.

I like coffee.

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After school, around 10:00 pm

Baylie's P.O.V.

I walked in my door wearing Mikey's clothes, since he insisted I didn't wear the same thing to school.
His shirt is really soft.
But the skinny jeans are kinda tight.
Well, at least that means I've got some form of hips.

As I stepped over the doormat, I felt a chill run through my veins.
Something's not right...

Pitch blackness was all my eyes could see. This is strange...usually all the lights are close to burning the house down. Except in my room of course.
I managed to move my way over to the lightswitch and flick the bright light on. I was blind for a second, adjusting to the light.
After I saw what was in front of me I wish I'd never walked in the door at all.

"What the fuck?!"
My mom was slouched over on the bar stool, empty beer and tequila bottles surrounding her.

I tried to just walk right past her, but she staggered her was up faster then I thought she could.

I stared into her tiny slits of eyes as she woozed back and forth.

I wanted to burst into tears and scream until someone had to cut out my throat to make me stop.
I closed my eyes and began to turn away, hoping to make it into my room----WHAM.

She slapped me hard across the face.
It stings.
It's numb.

I stared at her as she staggered and struggled to stand back up.

"Where the hell were you last night?!!"
She wasn't even looking at me.
She was ashamed.
She should be.
I know that I am.

I clapped.
"Bravo mother. You've finally noticed something about me."
I said this and was fighting back tears, my face stinging like crazy.

"Ya know what you fucking little girl?? I do EVERYTHING for you an--"

"You don't do ANYTHING for me!!!!"

"Well that's 'cause a little bitch like you doesn't deserve a fucking thing!!"

"Your right! So I don't deserve to live in this house with my drunk-ass parents!!!!"

"I DON'T FUCKING WANT YOU HERE!"

I stared. She... no. I need to leave this place.

"Get out of my fucking house."
Those were the last words I would ever hear from my mother.

My heart froze. The world froze for a second to let me breathe it all in.

I ran up to my room, grabbing my duffel bag, and throwing everything I could reach inside.

I opened an old shoe box I hid under my bed, and pulled out an old family picture.
The four of us.
I stared. And stared.
Why does the world have to torture us so much?

I dropped the picture in the middle of my bed, and grabbed the cracked on of me and my brother.
Holding it up to my chest as I walked, I left my room.

Everything was spinning, Faster. Faster. Faster.

I'm standing at the front door.
I breathe in and turn around, seeing my mother for the last time.
She looked up at me.
Our eyes locked.
A tear trickled down my burning cheek.

"Goodnight."