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I picked up my broken phone, throwing it in the bin as I made my way to the spare room. Gerard had suggested we use the room for his art supplies and my guitar. We even set up a hanging chair. Everyone knew to never sit in it, the poor chair was tainted.
I lost track of time while I was playing Pansy. That happened a lot. I just lost myself in the music. I was brought back to the present when I heard a loud bang. I jumped, almost dropping Pansy.

‘Frankie? You home?’ Gerard yelled, probably from the kitchen. Wherever there was coffee, there was a Way.

‘Yeah, I’m home babe.’ I yelled back, strumming a few chords to try and get back into the rhythm. The door cracked open slightly, just enough for Gerard to peek in. He knew I hated being disturbed while I was playing. Just like he hated being disturbed while drawing or painting.

‘Can I come in?’ He asked, still peeking through the crack.

‘This is your house too, Gee.’ I giggled. He opened the door enough to slid in then closed it gently, careful not to disturb my playing.
He sat on the floor in front of the chair I was sitting in, legs crossed. He was waiting for me to finish playing. This happened nearly every day. I’d be playing Pansy when he got home, he’d turn the kettle on then come to sit with me, listening to whatever I had made up that day. When I finally put my guitar away, we’d drink some coffee, watch some TV then he’d get frisky. Today, though, was different. I put Pansy away as usual, we drank our coffees and turned the TV on but Gerard didn’t get frisky. I tried to think of a reason he’d be changing our routine. It wasn't our anniversary or my birthday. It was just simply an August night.
I was curled up at Gerard's side with my head resting on his shoulder. It’d been a while since I had been able to just hug him and hold him while he was awake.

‘Do you hate me?’ He asked suddenly. A commercial was on. One of those stupid mobile ads that tried to sell you ringtones so you’d pay like $10 a week.
I looked up at him in surprise, there was no way he just said that.

‘No. Of course not! Why would you say that?’ I asked, hoping Mikey had kept his mouth shut.

‘I-I texted you before my shift was over and you didn’t reply. You always reply to me…. I just thought I’ve done something wrong.’ He hung his head.

‘Oh, no baby! I wasn’t ignoring you. I kinda hurt my phone.’ He looked up, obviously not believing me. ‘Go look in the bin if you don’t believe me.’ I said, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen. He looked at me for a moment, searching for some form of a lie. He decided to go a see for himself. I could hear him pull the bin draw open.

‘Frank. You KILLED it!’ He giggled. I hid my face as I smiled. ‘What possessed you to destroy it?’ He asked as he sat back down next to me. I still had my face in my hands as I thought up a lie.

‘It looked at me funny. I wasn't thinking when I threw it. But oh well. I’ll get a new one.’ I smiled up at him.

‘Hey, Frankie. Can you do me a favor and go sit in the back room for a moment, please?’ He asked, smiling slightly.

‘Why?’ I asked. I was kinda scared. Out night had changed from fucking non-stop to…. What were we doing?

‘I want to do something. It won’t take long, promise.’ He kissed my cheek and slung me over his shoulder. I didn’t kick my legs since that’s what he was holding me by. I didn’t want to go face first into the carpet. I felt like I was going to fall, though, whether Gerard was holding onto me or not so I wrapped my arms around his back while I was upside down. It felt awkward.

‘Gee. You know I hate heights and you’re too fucking tall.’ I whined as he opened the door. I let my arms fall, letting him toss me in the chair. It swung back and forth. Gerard giggled at me and grabbed the egg shaped chair. My eyes widened in fear.
‘Don’t you dare! Gerard!’ I yelled as he threw it. The chair swung in a circle. I clutched the sides, hanging on so I didn’t fall.
Gerard kept giggling as he walked from the room. I couldn’t get up and chase him like I wanted to. I could hear something being dragged and a few bumps. I couldn’t understand what that meant. I closed my eyes, not realizing how much my stomach wanted to rise.
‘Gee! Please, I’m gonna be sick!’ I yelled. The chair suddenly stopped and my eyes flew open.

‘Sorry, baby. I just needed to keep you away for a moment.’ Gerard said, picking me up from the chair. I clung to him while he walked back to the lounge room, hopping my stomach would settle. I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck. His skin was always cold, except during sex.

‘What are we doing?’ I asked. Gerard set me down on a mattress as an answer. I opened my eyes as Gerard lay next to me. We were on our spare mattress in the lounge room, all the lights out with candles igniting the room with a soft glow.
Gerard lay in his side, facing me with one hand on my hip.

‘I love you.’ He whispered. I rolled to my side and pecked his lips.

‘I love you too.’

I pressed my lips back to his, pushing myself on top of him. I straddled his waist as his tongue slid between my lips.
“Fuck! Here we go!” I thought. He’d always kiss me before we had sex. It was his way of foreplay.
He started slipping his hands up my shirt, feeling his way up my torso. He pulled my shirt off and threw it over the back of the couch quickly. He’d always tell me how much he loved my chest and the tattoos that coloured my arms. Most of the time I spent with Gerard, I was either naked or shirtless.
I started grinding my crotch against his but he stopped me. He grabbed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top. I looked him in the eye. He’d never stopped me before.

‘Frankie…’ He paused, closing his eyes. ‘I know I’ve hurt you and I am so sorry baby.’ He said.

‘Gerard. You ….. You haven’t hurt me.’
“Note to self: Kill Mikey.”

‘Yes, I have. I can feel it. I can hear it when I go too hard. I don’t mean it, baby. You know that right? I never want to hurt you.’

“Note to self: Forget last note.”

‘Oh…. I-I know you don’t mean it babe. I don’t mind, really.’ I lied. All I wanted was to keep Gerard happy. The day I told him I loved him, I also told him I’d do anything to keep him happy. I’d change if he wanted me to, I’d get a sex change! All I ever wanted was Gerard Arthur Way and I had him. There was no way I would lose him over sex.

‘Frank. I’ve been watching you for months. You…. You’ve been getting weaker and thinner. At first I thought you were sick, but you were fine after you got something in you….. baby, I’ve been killing you.’ I could see the tears in his eyes, just begging to come out.

Heres the 2nd chapter. Sorry it took so long. I've been hyped for weeks and couldn't write. I'd tell you all why but i don't think you'd want to know. Anyways, tell me what you think. am i going in the right direction? should i introduce someone else? R&R please. xox E