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To the End	By : Laura5402 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1016 -:- 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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I woke up next morning around 10:00. Mikey wasn’t anywhere to be seen in the bedroom. My face felt soar from all the crying I had made so I headed to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection for some minutes. My mind was racing back to the previous night events no matter how hard I was trying to shut them off. The look on Gerard’s eyes, the stench of alcohol and the pressure of his body on mine made my eyes fill with tears. I shook my head and forced myself to erase that memory. I felt a sharp pain on my leg and found a cut. Blood had came out of it and dried all along it to my ankle.
I took off my clothes, leaving them by the door as I let the water run. I stepped inside the shower and let the warmness of the liquid flowing on me calm me down. I think I stood on the shower for an hour. I rapped myself with a towel and went back to the bedroom. The sight of a person sitting on the bed made me jump.
“Hi.” It was Frank. He had a weird look on his face; something between guilt and curiosity.
“Frank! You fucking scared me!” I said, laughing.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to.”
There was an awkward silence in which we didn’t lock eyes. Finally, it was him who broke the silence.
“I’m sorry I locked the door last night. It’s just that…”
“Oh, it’s ok.” “I was with someone.” We both spoke at the same time.
“What?” I asked, half astonished. For some reason I couldn’t see him with a girl. After all, till the day he left with the band it had only been the two of us. I had never seen him with a girlfriend so this came as a shock, no matter how silly it sounded. “Oh, that’s great,” I mumbled, forcing a smile.
“Yes, it is,” Frankie said, absentmindedly, staring at the floor.
“Who is she? Do I know her?” I asked, eager to know.
Frankie looked at me and sighed. “It’s Sooz.”
I almost dropped my towel in shock. “Sooz? The Sooz I know?” I asked, my eyes wide open.
“Yes.” He was avoiding my eyes.
“But… isn’t she Gerard’s…?”
“Yes,” he cut me in mid-phrase. “He would never call her his girlfriend or acknowledge his liking for her, but she’s his. He has always made that clear. He thinks he owns her, and to some extent that’s true. Until last night. I was downstairs at the party when I saw her rush upstairs crying. I followed her and found her curled up on the corridor. When I reached to her, I saw she was bleeding.” I covered my mouth in horror.
“I took her to my bedroom and she told me Gerard had beaten her up. Again. But this time it had been the worst. He had not only slapped her, as he always does, but also kicked her on the floor. She barely escaped.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “And… did she tell you why he did that to her?” I asked, panic rushing through my veins.
“No. she didn’t. Anyway, I helped her wash all the blood away and before any of us could realise what we were doing, we were kissing.” There was a trace of guilt in his voice.
I just looked at him, my mouth agape.
“I have loved her ever since I met her. Gerard had taken her to the bus after a show and she stayed during the gig. For months I tried to convince myself that I was just attracted to her and nothing more. But lately I’ve resigned to the idea that I really love her. I’m in love with her.” He made a short pause and then went on. “Last night, after we made love, she confessed that she has loved me for a while now, too, but had been too afraid to make any moves.”
“And what are you going to do now?” I asked, a knot in my throat.
“I don’t know,” he answered, tears streaming down his beautiful face. I hugged him and caressed his hair until he was calmer.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a while, straightening up. I shouldn’t be telling you all my shit.”
“Frankie, I’m your best friend and you know I’ll always be here to help you.”
He smiled softly and kissed my cheek. “Thank you. How did you end up here?” He suddenly asked, realising where I was.
“Oh, long story,” I said, evading his eyes. “Listen, can you do me a favour? Go get me some clothes from your room, ok?”

Half an hour later I was heading downstairs, fully dressed, and decided to go home. But first I had to thank Mikey. When I entered the kitchen I thought it was empty but then I spotted Bob behind the open fridge door.
“Oh, hi there,” he told me when he saw me. “Want some breakfast?”
“No, it’s ok. Bob, have you seen Mikey?”
“Yes, he’s in the garden.”
I walked outside and a blinding sun was shining. I spotted Mikey sitting by the pool. “Hi,” I said awkwardly, sitting down next to him. I was feeling ashamed of having asked him to sleep with me.
“Hi. Did you sleep well?” he asked, his sweet smile spread along his face.
“Yes, thank you. Listen, Mikey, I want to thank you for…”
“It’s ok. Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, I think I am,” I answered playing with a leaf I had picked up.
“I can’t believe what he did.” He sounded hurt and angry. “He didn’t use to be like that, you know? He used to be a nice guy. But after some time on the road he started drinking. It changed him so much. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know him at all.”
I didn’t know what to say. I usually was good with words of comfort, but this time they had escaped me.
“I’m really sorry for what he tried to do to you,” Mikey suddenly said.
“Oh, Mikey, don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault. Besides, I’m very thankful you were there for me.”
We stood quietly by the pool for some minutes, the breeze playing with our hair and the sun tanning our skin. The only noises were the chirping of the birds and the distant barking of the neighbour’s dog. It was very pleasant being there and I felt like nothing could take away the peaceful feeling I had inside. Nothing could, but someone would.
With a sudden surge of terror, I saw Gerard walking toward us. My hand shot to Mikey and I squeezed his arm. “Mikey.” My voice was trembling. I had thought I was ok, but the sight of him made my blood freeze.
“Don’t worry,” Mikey said. “I won’t leave you.”
Gerard walked straight to where we were sitting. “I need to speak with you,” he said softly, looking at me.
“I don’t want to,” I said, my voice failing me.
“Please,” he said. His eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying.
I finally agreed. There was something in the way he was looking at me that made me feel safe. I nodded to Mikey and he got up and headed to the house. He left the door open and I knew he was behind the window, watching us and ready to run o me if something was wrong. I felt I had known him forever and I was grateful for his presence there.
I looked back at Gerard, who was still standing in front of me. He seemed nervous. I frowned at the sight of him. How could I be feeling somewhat sorry for the way he looked? Was I crazy? This man had tried to rape me the night before and I was ready to hug him and forgive him.
“Listen, about last night…” he finally broke the silence, “I don’t know what happened to me. I drank far too much and I didn’t know what I was doing. I…” he broke down and started crying.
I was trying to hate him, but I couldn’t. Somehow I knew he was truly sorry for his actions. I stood up and walked to him. His face was shining with tears which he seemed no ashamed to shed. “Please, you have to believe me,” he told me in between sobs.
“I do believe you, Gerard,” I said, grabbing his face with my hands. His eyes shot to mine. He was surprised at my reactions, and so was I. “But I really think you should find help. You’re hurting the people who love you. You should really think about it.”
With this, I walked past him to the house and disappeared inside.

A month passed by and I kept going to the house every day. I didn’t stay to sleep anymore, as Frank’s room was always “busy”. Of course I was the only one who knew it. Both Frank and Sooz were afraid of telling Gerard. My relationship with Mikey had grown to such extent that I felt I knew him as much as I did Frank. Gerard hadn’t stopped drinking or got help. But he hadn’t touched me ever since that night. The production of the album was going steady. Everyone was happy with what they were doing, and the life at the house, away from gigs and fans was helping them.
Sooz had been sleeping with Gerard as usual. She obliged to every one of his wishes and he had stopped beating her. However, neither Frank nor Sooz could stand this anymore. One night, Gerard called Sooz to his bedroom as usual. She went and lay in bed, her face to the side. Gerard began taking off his clothes and touching her body when she sat down in bed, her back to him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He had been drinking.
“Gerard, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m seeing someone else.”
These words shocked Gerard as if he had been thrown a bucket of cold water.
“What?” He sounded dangerous.
“You heard me,” Sooz said, turning around to face him. “I can’t do this with you anymore. I love him.”
Gerard’s face contorted in fury. He stood up and paced the room, fuming. Sooz walked slowly to the door and was opening it when Gerard ran to her and grabbed her by the neck.
“You can’t leave me!” He yelled. “You’re mine, d’you hear me? You can’t fucking leave me!”
Frankie, who had been outside of the door, burst inside, taking Gerard off Sooz. Gerard stared at him, and then comprehension dawned.
“It’s you. You’ve been fucking her.” His eyes were bloodshot.
“Gerard, listen. I love her. We’re in love.” He was hugging a terrified Sooz.
“Get the fuck outta here!” Gerard screamed and threw a large vase to the door. Frank and Sooz ran out and closed the door behind them. The noise inside was horrific. Gerard was yelling like a wounded animal, crashing the furniture and hitting the walls. Bob, Ray, Mikey and I ran upstairs to the commotion. We stood by the door and barely heard a noise. All we could hear were sobs and a ragged breathing. I opened the door and found him on his knees, clutching his chest for air. Bob and Ray took hold of him and took him to my car. We took him to hospital where we were told he had had and anxiety attack.
After he was stabilized, I entered the room. He was lying in bed, covered by a ragged yellowish hospital sheet. At the sight of me, he started crying.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again as I held his hand. “I feel so lonely.”
“I am here, Gerard. I am here.”
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