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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2007 -:- 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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We were untied and smuggled quietly into his house. It was still so early that the sky had a faint yellow-brown color to it, and the sun was hidden behind clouds. I shivered. It was very, very cold. There is a very large difference between the weather in Las Vegas, and the weather in Bergenfield, New Jersey. His house was nothing like I’d expected in my daydreams about him. In fact, very little about him was as I’d expected. But his house, instead of the clean, organized, modern thing I’d imagined, was messy, and pretty old, and decorated with movie posters. Everything seemed disorganized. One of the two black leather armchairs was tipped on its side, the couch was covered in artist’s pads with half finished scribbles all over them, and the floor was littered with DVD covers, CD cases, and what looked like crayons or pastels. There were black mounds everywhere, and it took me a moment to realize they were discarded clothes.
“Sorry about the mess.” Gee said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Packing for tour is hell.”
“I’ll bet.” I muttered, and Amy just kept looking around slack jawed.
Then I noticed something special. Hung on the wall in a glass protective case, was something I never thought I’d see in person. I rushed over and pushed my face close to the glass as closely as I could without touching it. My breath fogged the glass and I couldn’t seem to blink.
“This is one of fifty Italian prerelease posters with this design!” I said is a hushed voice.
Amy and Gerard started laughing at me.
“Bowie fan?” Gerard asked me quietly. I blinked, then grinned.
“Labyrinth fan first, Bowie fan second. How’d you ever find it?” I started inching toward the door. I figured if we could get out the door before Gee came back, we may be able to escape.
“Would you believe I found it at a yard sale? The lady of the house had passed away, and her husband had no clue what it’s worth. He was asking five bucks for it, but I offered him a hundred.”
“How sweet of you!” Amy said, backing up some until we were even.
But then Gerard’s face contorted and Gee was back. And we were caught between him and the door. I glanced at Amy, and we both turned and made a break for it. We were so slow, our legs all cramped from the awkward positions we’d been in for who knows how long, and I knew we wouldn’t both make it. I pushed Amy towards the door, then stopped, turned, and faced Gee. Amy stopped on the other side of the door, dumbstruck. I kicked it closed in her face at the same moment as Gee’s fist made contact with my cheek.
I reeled backwards, falling against the closed door. Gee pushed me out of the way and opened the door to rush outside, leaving me in a half lying, half sitting position behind the door. I heard him cursing, and he came back inside and slammed the door closed, then locked it and glared down at me.
“Don’t look so hopeful. She may tell somebody, but the only people who will listen are the tabloids. And if the police come, they won’t find where I’m putting you.”
I whimpered, imagining an open grave. He reached down for me, and I brought my hands up to shield my face. He grabbed my right wrist and half lead, half dragged me through a door, down a set of steps, through a hidden door in the wall, and up a narrow spiral staircase. Finally we stopped in a small, dimly lit room. The light came from an electric camping lantern, and it revealed my new room… and roommate. There was only one bed, and it was a twin. There was a small side table, with a single drawer, on which the light source sat, there was a plush rug, on which there lay a twisted red blanket. A wardrobe was up against the far wall, and there was only one door, and no windows. The girl was lying on the bed, shivering. She looked half starved, and when Gee turned the lamplight up and she sat up, I saw how sunken her eyes looked. But when she saw Gee, those eyes lit up and she ran towards him, her arms thrown wide open, and she grabbed him, holding onto him like she was afraid he’d turn out to be just air. She ran her hand over his cheek, searching his eyes, and he let go of my hand to grab both of hers.
“You’re so thin, Lindsey. Didn’t I leave you enough food?” he asked softly, sounding genuinely concerned.
“It got so warm, and the rats came, and then most of it was gone. But you’re home now! So we’ll be okay.” She smiled at him, and I felt awkward, as though I was intruding on something private. But I could see why she had attracted him. When she smiled, she was beautiful. The paleness of her skin seemed to fade, and her eyes sparkled, and her face seemed to turn into something that didn’t belong in this awful little room. Even her hair, such a light shade of blonde that it seemed stark white in this light, seemed to be less greasy and tangled. I shuffled my feet, trying to find something to look at besides the two of them. Gee glanced up, noticed me, as though he had forgotten I was there, and cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed.
“Lindsey, you and Hannah here should get to know each other. I’m going to go and get some dinner ready for us.”
“Okay Gee.” She said, staring up at him from under his eyelashes with such utter devotion, it scared me to think I’d be alone with her in just a moment.
He left, locking the door behind him, and slowly, Lindsey turned towards me. She pressed a finger to her lips for silence, then put her ear against the door. She nodded, as though confirming a thought of her own, then mouthed, ‘He’s listening’, and pointed to her ear.
“So you’re the new girl?” she asked in that foggy, not quite right voice of hers.
“Yeah. And you’re the old girl?”
Lindsey looked vaguely stricken, then started laughing.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry… that was unexpected.” She listened at the door again, then sighed.
“It’s okay, he’s gone now.” Her voice sounded much more normal now.
“How can you tell?” I asked, still a bit suspicious.
“Footsteps walking away, and he was laughing at you.”
“He seems to do that a lot.” I muttered, blushing.
“It’s a good thing. The sooner he gets bored with you, the sooner you disappear.” I gulped.
“How many girls have you known here?” I asked.
“Four. I just convinced him that I cracked, went insane, and let him pretend to brainwash me into his perfect playmate. It’s safer.”
“What does he do to them-you- us?” I asked, scared.
“Lots of things. It isn’t that bad, though. We watch movies, and read together, and he’s really quite sweet. Gee even cooks us dinner sometimes. We work as maids, and sex slaves, and we stay alive. That’s all.”
“Is there any way to escape?” I asked, suddenly suffocating in the small room.
“I wouldn’t try it. Tanya tried… she’s buried under the garden out back.” I gasped and felt two tears leak out of my eyes as I backed away from her. Gee came back in, carrying a tray with sandwiches on it. Peanut Butter and Jelly. He looked at me, sat the tray down on the table with the lamp, and turned toward Lindsey.
“Lids, you’ve had me alone for a while now, but you have to learn to play nicely with others again.” He said softly. Lindsey switched back to her not quite right voice, now in whining mode.
“But it’s not fair! She got to go with you on tour, and she’s from out west and has a cute accent! You’re gonna like her better than you love me, and then I’ll be sad!” She buried her face in his shoulder.
“Hey now, I love all my girls the same. You can even be best friends. I tell you what: After dinner, you two can find out if you work well together. If you do, I’ll fix this room up some. Maybe install lights, and a fan… and get you some pretty things. Makeup and clothes, okay?”
“Okay Gee! Pretty things like hairbrushes and ribbons, too?” She asked eagerly, and he chuckled a little.
“Yes, just like that.”
And we sat and ate in silence, Me mulling over the words, “work well together.” What was that supposed to mean? I had a pretty good idea. And it didn’t sound too pleasant.
My idea proved right, after Gee had taken the dishes downstairs and been gone for a minute, Lindsey turned to me.
“Listen, you’re a virgin, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s gonna hurt, but don’t sweat it. He uses condoms and puts us on the pill. Whatever you do, don’t--” But I never found out what I shouldn’t do, because Gee came back to escort us downstairs. Lindsey tsk-ed over the state of the living room as he led us upstairs and into a room. The windows had been covered with thin gray blankets, which gave the light a softer tone. It also made it so no one could see in, not that anyone was around. The bed had been recently cleared off, and all the clothes that had been on it were piled against a wall. Gee closed and locked the door behind us and turned back to look at us. I realized, belatedly, that Lindsey was sitting on the bed, and I was standing, facing him. I stumbled backwards and sat down.

A/N: BWAHAHAHA. That's all you get for now. I realize it's different from my last fic, but I hope some of you will still be interested in reading it. More smut to be found in the next chapter, but only if you review! Enjoy your weekend.
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