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Chapter 1 "Happy New Year!" Gerard winced slightly at the loud shouting, and the blaring music being played as he rests his head back against the wall. He sat alone, in a small torn beige chair, the most revolting piece of furniture he had ever seen in his life. He dropped the cup he held in his right hand, it fell rancorously to the carpeted floor, bouncing back up at the impact, as if in slow-motion seen in suspense movies. The liquor, once in the cup, now stained the once white carpet, joining the blotches of vomit and other unsanitary blemishes. Gerard watched all this, the alcohol soaking into the carpet, every last drop, being sucked away. It reminded him of himself, how he felt everything had been taken from him, sucked away, never to return, but leaving a stain to remember it by.

He finally regrouped enough strength to lift his head, wishing almost instantly that he hadn't. Frank and Bert sat on the couch directly in front of him, arms locked around each other's waists, lips connected in pure passion. He turned his head, bile rising in the back of his throat. Seeing them together made him sick. Bert wasn't even worthy of Frank. 'He's just you're pretty little crack whore', Gerard thought to himself, sinking further down in this horrid chair, his greasy shoulder length, black hair, sliding nonchalantly into his face. He reached into his pocket pulling out a box of cigarettes, taking one out, and placing it between his lips. He took out his lighter and lit the cigarette, taking two puffs before putting it out in a near by ashtray. His eyes stayed on the carpet again, it wasn't the most amazing thing to look at but he sure as hell didn't want to waste anymore strength watching the two lovebirds make out. After staring at the carpet for awhile, a pair of familiar feet stood before him. He lifted his eyes to see Frank smiling down at him.

"Happy New Year, Gee!" Gee gave Frank a sarcastic grin before lowering his eyes again. Frank's smile faded as he kicked the cup at Gerard's feet.

"How many did you have?"

Gee shrugged, "One, two, seven."

Frank sighed, patting Gee's shoulder. "I think we should get you home." He wrapped an arm around Gee, lifting him up, struggling a little. "Bert, come help me with Gee. I need to get him home." Bert wrapped an arm around the other side of Gee, pulling Gee's arm around his neck. Frank did the same.

They carried him out and put him into the passenger seat of Frank's car. Gee slid his body up against the door of the car curling up into a ball, his clammy forehead resting on the window.

Frank shut the door, turning to Bert, pulling him into a deep long kiss. Bert pushed Frank up against the car window in the passion of their kiss, tugging at Frank's shirt. Gee rolled his eyes, heart sinking to the bottom of his chest. Finally, Bert released Frank from his grip. Frank smiled at Bert before getting into the drivers seat of the car. Before starting the ignition, he looked over at Gee, wiping hair from his sweaty forehead. "You okay, Gee?" His voice was genuinely concerned.

Gee nodded. "Just take me home."

***

Frank helped Gee to his bed, Gee laid down immediately, throwing his legs up. Frank pulled off his shoes and socks, before sitting beside Gee on the bed. "Think we can get your jacket and shirt off?" Gee nodded, sitting up. Frank pulled off Gee's jacket, Gee helping as best he could. Then he loosened Gee's tie, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor with the jacket before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off as well. Frank looked at Gee's pale face before asking, "Do you need anything?"

Gee rolled over, curling up, whimpering. "So hot,"

Frank went into the bathroom getting a cold cloth and coming back to his place beside Gee, gently dabbing it on his friend's face, chest, and forehead. After doing all he could, Frank laid down next to Gee, cuddling closely. Gee managed to wrap his arm around Frank's shoulder. "You really should stop drinking so much, " Frank started.

Gee sighed, giving Frank the signal to not go there tonight.

Frank ignored this oh so familiar sign. "Gee, I'm worried about you. You haven't had one sober night this month." He tightened his arms around Gee. "You're my best friend, Gee. I just don't want to lose you, you know?" Frank looked up at Gee to find him fast asleep, breathing steadily. Frank sighed and got up from the bed, covering up Gee with a blanket before walking out.

***

Gee awoke in the late afternoon, hair all knotted with vomit, red eye shadow smudged all over his face, dark bags under his eyes. He threw his feet off of the side of the bed, standing, almost loosing his balance immediately. He pressed a hand against the wall to balance himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He pulled off the remainder of his clothes, turning the water on in the shower, nice and cold, before stepping in. He stood there, letting the water beat down hard on him before shampooing his hair, and cleaning off his pallid body.

When he was finished, he got out, dried himself off and threw on some old raggedy jeans, a torn black t-shirt and some old shoes before walking into the kitchen where Frank was making breakfast. He pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. "Hungry?"

Gee flinched at the mention of food. "No thanks." He quickly declined. He picked up the newspaper and began reading.

"About last night, " Frank started, turning back to the stove, scrambling eggs.

"What about it?" Gee asked hastily.

"The way you've been drinking lately, It has to stop."

Gee slammed the newspaper down onto the table. "And who are you, my mother?"

Frank dropped the spatula he was holding, and faced Gee, obviously as mad as he was. "No, I'm the guy who makes sure you get home safe every night. The one who undresses you, puts you to bed, and makes sure you're comfortable."

"Well, who asked you to?" Gee stood, and walked out of the kitchen, quickly making his way to the front door, almost knocking his little brother, Mikey over in the process.

"Where are you going?" Mikey asked, following Gee.

"Out." Gee grabbed his jacket and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Mikey found Frank crying at the kitchen table. "What happened?" He asked, sitting next to Frank, awkwardly rubbing his shoulder to console him.

"I don't know what has gotten into your brother lately. He must be fucking insane." Chapter 2 "He's gonna kick me out. He has every reason to." Gee wiped loose sweat from his brow as he shook all over, taking deep breaths between each word. "He hates me, Frankie hates me." He muttered, pulling at his greasy hair. A voice echoed through the corridor. "Of course, he hates you. Look at you, you're dirty, so dirty." Gee shook his head violently, whining 'no' as the room spun around him. "He doesn't hate me. My Frankie loves me." "Who are you kidding?" The empty room chuckled back at him. "Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off." Gee began to yell, yanking at his hair, shaking back and forth on the damp wooden floor.

"Frank, I'm scared. He's been gone since morning. I knew I should of followed him." Mikey took an empty glass off of the coffee table that occupied Frank's feet. "How can you be so goddamn calm?! My brother is missing!" Frank smiled. "Because you clean when you're worried. Check it out, the house is spotless. Besides, Gee's fine. Just went out for a few drinks. You know him." Frank sighed, lifting his legs so Mikey could squeeze by. "He's never been gone this long."

Gee kicked at the dirt as he walked down the street. His hands were stuck deep inside his pants pockets, his chest suck in. "I need a drink, I need a drink." He whispered as he pushed through the crowds on this cold night in New Jersey. He kept his eyes on the wet concrete as the rain pelted down on him. A drink, a drink. A drink will make everything all better. His wet hair clung to his face as he glanced up at the bar sign, Black Side Over. Gee pushed the door open, walked in and sat down in front of the bartender. "You know what I'm here for." Gee said, never making eye contact. The bartender gave him a glance before sliding a drink under his face. "Little early today, aren't we, Gerard?" The bartender tilted his head in Gee's direction. Gee ignored him, chugging down that full glass and every other one that followed.