Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > The Way This Goes
I walked downstairs.
“Hey guys…” I said to MCR.
Woaah…I just realized…my favorite band is in my ‘house’.
Do not freak out.
“So um…when does the tour start?” I asked nobody in particular.
“A few weeks. We’ll be gone for 2 months.” Mikey answered me.
“Oh…okay.”
Just then a banging happened at the door.
Someone barged in.
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not today.
My dad. Somehow he escaped jail.
I screamed, and ran to Frank.
Gerard and LynZ hurried downstairs.
“Excuse me, who are you?” LynZ asked.
“I am Alex’s dad.”
“Get out. Now.” Gerard yelled.
“No. I came back to get Alex what she deserves.”
He walked up to me, but Frank shielded me.
My only questions were… how did he get out of jail and where did he get a bat? It’s been like a day.
He shoved Frank to the side and hit me in the back of the head with a bat. I fell to the ground and blacked out.
I faintly heard Bandit scream.
When I opened my eyes, I was on the ceiling, looking down on the scene.
How is this possible? Did I die?
My dad was trying to hit Gerard and Frank with the bat.
Frank wrestled him off, took the bat, and put it above him. My dad was laying on the floor, bloody nosed.
“Now get out. Or we’ll call the cops….again.”
“Wanna bet, bitch?” My dad screamed, reaching for the bat.
My dad had at least 5 inches on Frank.
I closed my eyes, afraid to see what was happening.
I heard the bat swing, then the sound of cracking bones.
All was silent.
Did I dare open my eyes? Had my father killed everyone?
I opened my eyes slightly. My dad was laying lifeless on the floor. Frank was sitting in a chair, head in hands. Mikey and Ray were shaking me and trying to wake me up. Gerard and LynZ were holding Bandit.
“Will Alex be okay?” She sniffled.
“Um…yeah…” LynZ said, quietly.
“Come on. Let’s get her to her room.” Ray said.
Gerard, Ray, and Mikey picked me up. Frank stood up, shaking. He went to the phone, I assume he dialed 911.
I jumped down from the ceiling, and closed my eyes.
I don’t know what happened then, but I felt as if I was being ripped in two. Days passed. Weeks, maybe, of this feeling of being ripped.
My eye’s shot open, and the ripping stopped.
“She’s awake!” I heard a voice scream.
“Mom?” I said, groggily.
“No, honey, it’s LynZ. You’re finally awake.”
I shook my head, and looked at LynZ.
“You feel okay?” She asked.
I nodded.
“Um…what day is it?”
“Well, you’ve been sleeping, I guess, for a couple weeks.”
A couple weeks?
“Did…did they go on tour without me?”
She laughed.
”No, nothing like that. We delayed it a few weeks, in case you weren’t okay. But it looks like you’re fine.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
”Just tell me if you need anything. Okay?”
I nodded, and she stood up.
She turned around and walked down the stairs.
I shrunk back down in bed, and sighed.
I felt like the last few weeks had just been a dream.
This can’t be happening to me.
“Hey guys…” I said to MCR.
Woaah…I just realized…my favorite band is in my ‘house’.
Do not freak out.
“So um…when does the tour start?” I asked nobody in particular.
“A few weeks. We’ll be gone for 2 months.” Mikey answered me.
“Oh…okay.”
Just then a banging happened at the door.
Someone barged in.
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not today.
My dad. Somehow he escaped jail.
I screamed, and ran to Frank.
Gerard and LynZ hurried downstairs.
“Excuse me, who are you?” LynZ asked.
“I am Alex’s dad.”
“Get out. Now.” Gerard yelled.
“No. I came back to get Alex what she deserves.”
He walked up to me, but Frank shielded me.
My only questions were… how did he get out of jail and where did he get a bat? It’s been like a day.
He shoved Frank to the side and hit me in the back of the head with a bat. I fell to the ground and blacked out.
I faintly heard Bandit scream.
When I opened my eyes, I was on the ceiling, looking down on the scene.
How is this possible? Did I die?
My dad was trying to hit Gerard and Frank with the bat.
Frank wrestled him off, took the bat, and put it above him. My dad was laying on the floor, bloody nosed.
“Now get out. Or we’ll call the cops….again.”
“Wanna bet, bitch?” My dad screamed, reaching for the bat.
My dad had at least 5 inches on Frank.
I closed my eyes, afraid to see what was happening.
I heard the bat swing, then the sound of cracking bones.
All was silent.
Did I dare open my eyes? Had my father killed everyone?
I opened my eyes slightly. My dad was laying lifeless on the floor. Frank was sitting in a chair, head in hands. Mikey and Ray were shaking me and trying to wake me up. Gerard and LynZ were holding Bandit.
“Will Alex be okay?” She sniffled.
“Um…yeah…” LynZ said, quietly.
“Come on. Let’s get her to her room.” Ray said.
Gerard, Ray, and Mikey picked me up. Frank stood up, shaking. He went to the phone, I assume he dialed 911.
I jumped down from the ceiling, and closed my eyes.
I don’t know what happened then, but I felt as if I was being ripped in two. Days passed. Weeks, maybe, of this feeling of being ripped.
My eye’s shot open, and the ripping stopped.
“She’s awake!” I heard a voice scream.
“Mom?” I said, groggily.
“No, honey, it’s LynZ. You’re finally awake.”
I shook my head, and looked at LynZ.
“You feel okay?” She asked.
I nodded.
“Um…what day is it?”
“Well, you’ve been sleeping, I guess, for a couple weeks.”
A couple weeks?
“Did…did they go on tour without me?”
She laughed.
”No, nothing like that. We delayed it a few weeks, in case you weren’t okay. But it looks like you’re fine.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
”Just tell me if you need anything. Okay?”
I nodded, and she stood up.
She turned around and walked down the stairs.
I shrunk back down in bed, and sighed.
I felt like the last few weeks had just been a dream.
This can’t be happening to me.
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