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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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An arm slowly crept around your shoulders as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed with more effort than you had ever put into anything.
"Shhhhhhh," a voice whispered, "don't worry Bea, don't worry."
After what felt like a lifetime you lifted your tear stained, panda face and staring back were the kind faces of these men who you had known for little more than three hours, but who were looking at you with more compassion and care than any person you had ever known. "What's up dude?" Frank smiled; did that boy ever stop smiling? You thought. Gerard squeezed you tight, before giving you up to the arms of Frank. Gosh he was tiny.
"GROUP HUG," Mikey laughed, as they all piled in around you.
"Thankyou, thankyou," you whispered.

"So what's your poison?" Gerard asked casually after the show that night, taking a long draw on a Marlboro cigarette.
"Ermmm...any alcohol I can get, cocaine, cigarettes, coffee," you replied nervously.
"Ok I can condone the last two," he laughed. You felt a twinge in your stomach as you heard that laugh but decided to ignore it. You were sitting in the green room after what had been an awesome show. Maybe it was because it was the first gig you had witnessed sober or maybe these guys were amazingly talented. Both were probably valid! You and Gerard were the only two still awake. Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob lay sprawled in a heap on one settee. How they all had managed that was beyond belief. "Two years travelling in a van, you had to grab sleep where you could," Gerard giggled. "What's your deal Bea? he continued "An intelligent, good-looking girl like you shouldn't be in this mess."
"I've had a difficult couple of years," you replied, blushing wildly at him calling you good-looking. Did you really want to open your heart again? You don't wear your heart on your sleeve. Never have...maybe this was the time you should.
“I used to think that I was going to do something with my life, I wanted to be a singer and guitarist..."
"You play?" Gerard asked excitedly.
"Yeah, not for a while though," you blushed. "University was what ruined me, I started sleeping around, drinking, drugs, you name it, I did it!" you smiled sheepishly but Gerard wasn't smiling. "It was one guy who led me down the wrong path and I followed without question. Kyle. He was exciting, bad for me, and I loved him," your eyes welled up. Gerard came over and sat next to you without saying a word. "He stole who I was, he stole my life. I threatened to leave him again and again but I was too scared. I depended on the drugs by then. One night I tried to escape through the window," your breathing was coming in short sharp bursts, "he caught me. He.............." you couldn't say it.
"I know honey, I know," Gerard said calmly.
"After that I lived in a shelter for a while. I tried to kill myself. But I hid it so well. I got this job, I got a flat. Six months ago I tried again," you looked down at your scars. "My parents disowned me after that. I'm a disgrace according to them. They tell people that I live in Scotland now. I haven't seen them since that night." Their words rang in your ears. "My own parents stopped caring, so I just threw myself into getting wasted every night. That’s pretty much how it’s been for 6 months."
You looked over at Gerard's face, his black hair falling like a curtain over his one eye. You wanted to brush it out of the way to see his gorgeous, haunting eyes but were distracted by a cough. You looked over at the guys on the sofa, they were awake, how long had they been listening?
Gerard looked at you with those eyes of his. "We're going to help you.”

"See ya Bea. Remember 12noon!" The guys shouted in unison from the van.
"Bye. See you tomorrow," you hollered in return. Just as they were about to drive off Gerard jumped out of the van and ran over to you. "What are you doing you loon," you laughed. He enveloped you in his arms and squeezed you tight. You breathed in his scent, heaven. You pulled apart and he looked deep into your eyes. Gosh, his eyes!
"We're the same you and me," he said, barely above a whisper. His face was so close to yours you could have easily kissed those lips, you could feel his hot breath on your face. That twinge in your stomach returned and this time you recognised it from the last time you had been falling in love. You just stared, and then watched him walk away.

Gerard sat in silence as the van wound its way back to the hotel. They still had two more shows in this city before the long trip back home.
"So Gee, whatta you think of Bea? I might try my luck there!" Frank teased.
"What?" Gerard jolted out of his imagination. "You keep your paws off dude," he laughed.
"You passed the test man," Ray said, punching Gerard playfully on the arm. "You like her don't you?"
"We've known her one day guys, who can judge in that amount of time?" Gerard replied tactfully.
"Well in a day, I've judged that you're absolutely fucking smitten," Bob joked.
"Admit it Gee you're crazy about her!" Mikey threw in.
Gerard turned to the window, a faint smile playing on his lips.

How did this happen? In one day you had gone from a suicidal wreck to a possible chance of recovery, and all because of a band. This doesn't happen. You pinched yourself once or twice to check that you weren’t dreaming. And on top of that you throw in a love interest. What good deed did you do to deserve this eh? You giggled to yourself. Maybe it was just your time to be saved.
You clambered into your pyjamas, "For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took," you sang to yourself, while you fiddled around with toothpaste. "How the hell are you supposed to get the last little...." DING DONG. Who the hell is that?
You took the stairs two at a time. DING DONG. "OK OK I'm coming," you shouted.
"Hey Bea," Kyle growled as you opened the door. Terror gripped you as you stared into his face. You tried to force the door back shut but Kyle's boot was in the way. "Who were those guys?" He'd been watching you!?
"Just friends, a band," you stuttered.
"You seemed pretty close with that black haired one!" He replied.
"We're just friends," you repeated, slowly backing up the stairs.
"What have I said about screwing around Bea?"
"Kyle, we stopped going out months ago," you were feeling braver. Don't take this crap!
"I still own you, remember, you can't keep your habit up without me!"
"I'm stopping all that crap Kyle, I'm getting clean."
"Bull." he laughed. "You're an addict Bea, face it." His pockmarked, sallow skin disgusted you. How could you ever have loved this guy?
"Go to hell," you shouted angrily. Big mistake.
"What did you say?" He pinned you up against the wall. You can't breathe. He squeezed tighter. You scrambled around, trying to get air into your lungs. All you could see was Kyle's face leering over you, as the world went black.

BANG BANG BANG. "Bea are you in there?" Who was that? Owwww your head. What happened?
"It's the guys, where were you? Hellloooo." It all came flooding back. The band, home, Gerard, Kyle, can't breathe.
"I'm here," you croaked. He'd shut you in the hall cupboard. You summoned all your strength and banged hard on the door.
"Did you guys hear that? She's in there." CRASH.
"I'm here." The guys came into view.
"Oh my God," Bob shouted. "Call an ambulance!"
"Is it still 911," Frank asked. You couldn't help but laugh. Actually it hurt too bad.
"No. 999 you idiot," you said, laughing.
"Oh yeah! You English!"
Gerard cradled you in his arms. "What happened?" He asked.
"Kyle, he saw you guys leave. He attacked me. He always got really jealous."
"I think your arm is broken," he whispered.
"Oh well, you'll look after me, won't you?"
"Of course."
"Awwwwwwww." The boys said in unison. You both blushed.
"Can we tell her our plan?" Mikey cried, jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas.
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that," Ray said.
Mikey knelt down next to you, smiled and said "Wanna be our new tour manager?"
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