"Mother? Father?" I peep. I hear rattling of dishes and the hurried sound of cooking. I tell the boys to sit in the living room while i go investigate. I peer around the corner into the kitchen, only to see my mother who is covered in blood, bruises and scars running around trying to cook something. My eyes widen.
"Mother?!" I yell. She jumps in surprise then looks at me.
"Y-You're..." She doesn't finish her thought. "Come help me. We must make food for your father!" I look at her, confused.
"Okay, but first we need to clean you up! What happened to you?" I gesture for her to sit down as i grab a cloth and soak it under the tap. I walk over and start dabbing all of her wounds gently and cleaning up the blood.
"I-It was just so fast....he just hit me. And he wouldn't stop hitting me." My eyes widen. I don't know what to say. I remember that the boys are sitting in the living room.
"I...I brought friends," I say in a slight daze.
"Oh, well i wanna meet them. What are the girls' names?"
"Well, uh...they're guys. Their names are Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Ray." I grin as i lead mother into the living room and quiet down the boys, although they were already speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Guys, this is my mother. My father is in his room...i think." They all nod and say a polite hello. Gerard gets up and shakes my mothers hand.
"Way. Gerard Way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs...." Gerard looks over at me for help.
"My name is Kelly. And the pleasure is all mine." Mother turns to look at me. "Is this one your boyfriend?" She asks. Gerard and i both turn pink.
"N-NO!" I yell, but soon realize that was rude. "I mean...we're really close but not dating..." Yet, I say in my head, though i wish i said it out loud. The other boys can't help but giggle. I shoot a quick glare at them, but soon regret it. I mean, what did i expect? They are boys after all, and they seem to enjoy teasing Gee and i about our relationship.
"Would you boys like to stay for dinner? I'm making pasta." None of them seem to have an objection to that, and agree.
"Wait, mother take a break, i'll make the pasta." I head into the kitchen and open the cupboard. Oh great, the pasta's on the top shelf. I hold onto the handle of the cupboard door and climb up onto the counter-top. I quickly manage to loose my balance and and fall off the counter. I create a loud crash by knocking over a few dishes on the way down. Everyone rushes in to see what's going on. Frank giggles. Mikey helps me up and i see Gerard glares at him. Clearly he does not approve of him helping me up.
"How did you fall?" Franks asks while trying not to laugh.
"I was trying to get the pasta off the top shelf." I point to it. Ray reaches up and grabs it. Why is he so tall?
>Authors Note<
I didn't realize how short this chapter is... Oop xoxo ~Kes