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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thanks to all of you who gave me feedback! I really appreciate it! The story really starts to pick up from here!

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Gerard lying in a pool of blood. He's not moving. What the hell happened? A shadow standing over him. Who? You don't understand. The shadow turns and sees you. You cry out.
You sat up straight in bed, tears running down your face. It was a dream, just a dream, it was ok. You looked down at the opposite side of the bed and watched Gerard sleeping soundly. What had you done to deserve him? This time you'd spent together in London had been heavenly and in two days you were meeting the guys to start the European Tour could life get any better? You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around your body. Then you remembered. The dream, Gerard lying as if he were dead. What if that really happened? What would you do? You stifled a sob but Gerard still stirred, he moaned softly.
"Bea," he mumbled, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes like a confused child. "What are you doing? It's three in the morning." He noticed you were gently crying. Your attempts to hide it had made it all the more obvious.
"Hey, why are you crying? What’s wrong baby?" he held his arms open and you gratefully accepted them. He stroked your hair softly and whispered words of comfort.
"It's nothing," you lied, "just a bad dream."
"Well I'm here now. It's ok." He started softly singing to you.
"What is that?"
"Just some lyrics I've been throwing around," he blushed.
"It's beautiful," you smiled up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Like you my darling," he said kissing your forehead.

"Can we go on the London Eye again?" Gerard whined, pulling you towards what you thought was a glorified Ferris wheel.
"Do we have to? It sucks," you smiled as he gave you the puppy dog eyes.
"For me? The visiting American," he pouted.
"Ok. Just one more time. But then we have to take the Buckingham Palace Tour that we missed yesterday because of this obsession you seem to have."
"Deal. I like it when you take control," he growled softly in your ear and pulled you close. He ran his hands over your bum and kissed you hard on the lips.
"We're in public," you laughed, looking nervously over your shoulder in case you were arrested for indecent exposure.
"I don't care. Now come on," he pulled you by the hand towards the Eye. Neither of you noticed the hooded man who had been taking pictures of you from the other side of the street.

Gerard had managed to wheedle you a cab to yourself on the eye on account of the staff member being a huge My Chem fan.
"Do you think we could take this one alone?" he'd gently flirted, giving the girl a quick wink.
"Yeah sure," she said obviously flustered.
"Ahh alone at last," Gerard said as the pod moved slowly into the air. He sat down on the bench in the middle of the pod and you straddled him.
"I thought you didn't like this thing," he teased as he twisted a strand of your hair around his finger.
"Well I thought I'd make it interesting," you said seductively. Grabbing him by the back of the neck you kissed him passionately.
"Yep this is definitely more enjoyable than the view," he said as you both broke away panting.
You kissed him on the neck and pushed your hips into his. He moaned loudly and matched your thrusts, the friction sending you crazy.
"I want to....Now," you said pushing him back onto the bench.
He laughed and pulled you on top of him. You trailed your hand down his chest, to his jeans and rubbed the hardness you found there. You slowly unzipped his jeans and slipped your hand inside his boxers. The feeling of his skin against yours was amazing. You pushed his t-shirt up and kissed your way down his chest, to his pantline, pulling his jeans down and licking the head of his cock gently keeping your hand moving along his length.
"Do you like that?" you whispered, stopping all movement and looking up at him.
"Yeah...please...please don't stop."
Gerard writhing beneath you made you incredibly wet. You moved your head lower until he hit the back of your throat. He loved it when you deep-throated him, which was evident by the way he gasped as you sucked harder.
"That feels amazing," he said to no-one in particular. You smiled gently, and moved one hand into your own jeans, rubbing your clit gently. You moaned softly, the vibrations sending Gerard into his orgasm. "Uhhh...Bea," he said loudly, pulling your hair gently, making you come all over your hand. You swallowed as he came in your mouth and pulled away.
"Fuck that was..." he stopped as he saw your fingers wet with your own juices. "Having a little fun of your own there were you?" he said, raising one eyebrow.
You nodded and licked your fingers. "Mmmm...I taste good."
"Dirty girl," he whispered in your ear, pulling you onto his lap. He was hard again within seconds and inside you within another minute. You could see over his shoulder that you were getting nearer the ground.
"We're...near the...ground," you managed to say in-between his hard thrusts. "Faster baby."
"I thought you were never going to ask," he smiled, pounding into your harder and faster. He lifted your hips, making the deepness the perfect addition.
The feeling that someone could catch you only heightened your orgasm as it hit your hard. You screamed his name as your came, your pussy walls clamping around him.
"I've never...fucked anyone as good as you baby," he moaned.
"Say my name when you come," you whispered in his ear, pumping your hips up towards his.
"Bea," he started, his eyes on yours all the time. You grinned. "Bea, Bea, Bea," he said, matching each thrust with your name. He came hard and you felt the weight of his body on top of you.
"I think we should get dressed," you giggled.
"Wait," he said, cupping your face in his hands, "I love you."
You pecked his gently on the lips, "ditto baby...ditto." Maybe the eye wasn't so bad after all.

You both giggled like school kids as you hopped off the pod after an hour. You walked towards Buckingham Palace, stopping occasionally for Gerard to take you in his arms swinging you around and kissing you. It was autumn and the leaves swirled around your feet. The city was ablaze with oranges and reds. The wind festooned the city with autumnal shades and the fairy lights in the trees along The Mall made it look like a mystical land. You stopped by the river after the tour and Gerard put his black and grey striped scarf around your neck. He put his arm around you and you watched the boats float downstream. You didn't know the people on board but many noticed the two of you and commented, even though you couldn’t hear them.
All they saw were two people with dark hair almost merged into one, watching the world go by.

You awoke in a cold sweat from another one of 'those' dreams. You breathed heavily and reached out to shake Gerard awake. Your hand met with cold sheet. He wasn't there. Your heart started to pound. Where was he? You jumped out of bed and grabbed your jacket. You ran into the corridor and looked around. No movement from anywhere. The lifts were out of order you knew. The stairwell was cold and you shivered despite the jacket. You hurried down the flights. One after the other. Why were you so high up? You cursed.
On the 12th floor you found what you had been looking for. You cried out as you saw Gerard lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Lying still. You turned his body over and checked his pulse. Still breathing but his face was stained with blood. A shadow passed over you both and you looked behind you. Kyle's sneering face leered at you.
"What... have...you..done?" you choked out.
"What needed to be done," he said with a baseball bat in his hands. “I knew that you were screwing around with this guy," he spat, jabbing the bat in Gerard's direction. "I knew that you were still a whore. But I thought my warning had been sufficient. Apparently not."
"I am not a whore! And I am not screwing around. We broke up months ago Kyle and Gerard is the love of my life!" you tried to keep your voice calm.
"You bitch!" he shouted and swung the bat into your stomach. It hit you like a train and you were flung backwards against the wall.
He grabbed you by the hair and pressed you against the wall harder. Memories of last year flooded your brain. It was the same. Please don't let this happen again you screamed internally. He tried to kiss you but you turned your face away. "Kiss me or maybe I'll give him another go over," he laughed aiming the bat at Gerard's head.
"NO," you screamed. He kissed you again and you succumbed. Tears ran down your cheeks as his hands ran over your body. Why? Why were you taking this? Anger seared through your body like molten lava. He tried to push down your knickers and you snapped. You pushed him away with all your might and Kyle and the bat went hurtling backwards down the stairs.
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