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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I left this story for a while because I wasn't getting much feedback. But I've almost wrote the whole thing now which is about 90,000 words so I'm gonna put some more of it up.
Thanks for the guys who did give some feedback. I appreciate it.

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You gave the phone back to the policeman and wiped away your tears. He slammed the door shut without another word. You curled up on the crappy bed and wrapped your arms around yourself, imagining they were Gerard's holding you close.

You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew the door was re-opening and the policeman had returned. "The governor wants to see you," he said gruffly.
You stood quickly and followed him along a corridor lined with past bosses, staring sternly down at you. You hoped and prayed as you walked what felt like a mile down the corridor in silence.
You thought of Gerard in the hospital and had to stifle a sob as you thought of when you might possibly see him again. This was the longest you'd spent apart since you met and it was killing you. You felt like your heart had been ripped out and left by the wayside. Was this what it felt when you wear your heart on your sleeve? Because you didn't like it one bit. You entered the office. You felt like you were on trial already.
"Miss Wright, please take a seat," he said sternly. You sat down and tried not to cry. "I'm going to get right down to it Miss Wright," he said looking you directly in the eye, "we have thought long and hard about the seriousness of this crime. It is clear that Kyle Smithson mentally and physically abused you for many years before this recent attack and from Mr Way's account he has threatened you both repeatedly."
You nodded. It was all true. You wanted to beg and plead with him but you knew it wouldn't affect his decision. "And because of this we have decided to free you without charge, but we are putting you under observation."
You cried out with joy and covered your face with your hands. "Thankyou, thankyou," you cried.

Even though you were dirty and looked like you'd been sleeping rough you knew the first place to go was the hospital. You jumped straight in a cab and directed the driver.
"Can you go as fast as possible please," you instructed. You arrived and ran into the main entrance. "Gerard Way?" you asked the flustered receptionist.
"Are you a relative?" she asked. God you were sick of people asking that.
"I'm his girlfriend," you said calmly.
"Beatrice?" she said shocked.
"Yeah," you said confused.
"Thank goodness. He's been shouting and asking for you for days. It's been hindering his progress," she said leading you quickly through the stark white corridors.
You turned the corner and there he was. Sitting up in bed, the guys around him. His hair was wild, stuck up all over the place, his hazel eyes looked dead. He looked glumly from one face to the other as they tried to engage him in conversation. He saw the nurse and then he saw you. You smiled sheepishly. The other guys hadn't noticed yet. It was a moment just for the two of you. He mouthed hello and you did the same. The guys looked over and saw you standing in the doorway and they smiled with relief.
You walked over to the bed, climbed on and lay in Gerard's arms for hours. Neither of you said a word. There was no need. You knew that you both had filled the gap in your souls. You had just wandered away for a while. A momentary glitch in the machine. You felt his heart beat against your hand and you felt free.

Gerard was released from hospital a couple of days later, still battered and bruised but not defeated. The European tour had been pushed back a couple of weeks to allow everyone to get back on their feet after the ordeal and now you were all ready you were on a plane to France.

"Bonjour mademoiselle," the French cabin crew member winked to you as he came to get your food order.
"Bonjour," you replied, giggling. Gerard looked suspicious and put his arm around you.
"Hmm... don't get any ideas," he teased, pulling a strand of your hair.
"I'm so happy you're here," you whispered to him suddenly.
"That came out of nowhere," he said slightly bewildered.
"I never want to leave you, I always want to be here by your side, as one with you," he put a finger to your lips.
"I love you so much that sometimes I can't breathe, I see you and my heart beats faster, when you're not here I just can't function," he said in reply. You kissed him hard on the lips, a tear sliding down your cheek. He was yours, you were his. Please don't let there be anymore drama, you prayed. You wanted your love to run smoothly from now on. But why was there still that nagging doubt in the back of your mind?

The airport was yet another obstacle to overcome. With someone like Frank in tow, the baggage carousels were an accident waiting to happen. He lunged at them like small child, pulling Mikey along with him.
"That’s my bag right there," you pointed at the large red suitcase decorated with stickers of bands and places you had been.
"Yeah we know, because it's the biggest one," Bob teased. You reached over to playfully pinch him but he dodged out of the way.
"I'll get it," Frank hollered as he leapt up onto the carousel, riding it like a surf board. "This is awesome," he shouted. You all fell about laughing, taking pictures.
"Excuse me sir?" an attendant said sternly. You all tried to keep your faces straight as Frank got down from the carousel looking extremely sheepish.
"Sorry man. Just having some fun," he apologised.
"Oh that! No that’s fine. I just wanted to ask for your autograph," the attendant blushed, holding out a piece of paper.

When you reached the venue you knew immediately that this was going to be a struggle. Working in England and America was a piece of cake, but throw in language barriers and it all fell apart.
A lot of the stage hadn't been built yet, as it was an outside arena. Workmen sat around drinking coffee instead of working. "Drinking coffee is our job!" Gerard joked as you rushed around trying to get the show together.
"Latte" you shouted as you walked towards another group of snoozing men.
"I wasn't offering," Gerard said cheekily. You turned looking stern but soon ran quickly over to him and kissed him passionately. He swung you up into his arms. You broke apart. You stared into his eyes.
"Latte?" you asked again.
"You have magic powers," he laughed, as he and Mikey walked towards Starbucks.

"You are kidding," you said into your mobile phone.
"What?" Ray said. "What's happened?" He jumped around you as you struggled to listen to the guy on the phone. You flapped your hands at Ray and the rest of the guys insisted on mimicking your hand gestures as you tried to complete the call. Eventually you clicked the phone off and took a deep breath.
"What? What's up?" they all said in unison.
"That was one of the guys who works for the choreographer of the Helena dancing people," you said slowly, "and the girl who was going to play Helena for these European shows has broken her leg."
"Shit," Bob said.
"Indeed," you replied. “Any ideas?" you said, you were so tired that you couldn't cope with another problem.
"You," Gerard said seriously.
"What?" you almost shouted.
"You can dance," he said.
"True. But...." you couldn’t complete the sentence. He was a genius.
"I love you," you said, "you're a fucking genius Gerard Way," you added as you ran into his arms.
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