Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > You're My Princess


by HelenaButane 2 reviews

Gerard is curious and finds out what Frank's been up to.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Published: 2012-05-09 - Updated: 2012-05-09 - 1108 words - Complete

Okay so, I really hope that there are still readers. I never updated because my parents split and we are just finally settled in from moving. I've been having a rough few months, trying to keep up with school and whatnot. But I'm really sorry, I promise that this story will be updated frequently.

Gerard’s POV

After about three more days of Frank leaving for hours on end I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to know what Frank was up to. Ray had suggested I take his car to follow Frank to wherever he was going, but it would be too obvious. Saturday was the next day he left and I decided to follow him. At around eleven or twelve in the afternoon Frank got up and put his clothes on. I kept the sheets over my head but watched as he carefully placed his guitar in its case and left the room. I heard the bathroom door close and I quickly got out of bed and put my clothes on. My ear was pressed against the bedroom door as I listened carefully for Frank to walk out of the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door slowly creep open, then the front door slam. I tiptoed out of the room and made my way to the door, I got my boots on and grabbed my jacket.

It was raining out but it that didn’t seem to stop Frank. He walked almost too fast for me to keep up with, but I was determined to know what he was getting himself into. I prayed that it wasn’t anything that was hurting him or getting him in trouble, that was the last thing I wanted.

The walk was a long one, almost forty five minutes from Ray’s house. Frank stopped at a shit hole of a bar and walked in, my heart sunk. I watched as Frank walked in then ran to the window, I peered in and watched as he set his guitar down. He shook hands with a man and then set up some tables and chairs. My legs were numb and I was unable to move from the shock. I just watched as he set up the bar, then the stage, and then he plugged in his amp and guitar. After that Frank disappeared into the back and I got nervous again, just one of those feelings I get when I know something isn’t right. Instead of worrying too much I tried to reassure myself. It didn’t seem too bad, all he was doing was playing at a bar, right?

I decided to go to the coffee shop that was just down the street to calm my nerves. I had finished about three coffees over the course of an hour, which isn’t a lot for me, my stomach just couldn’t handle stress and coffee. The nerves were taking over again so I went into the comic book store, I can spend hours in the comic store and lost myself in it. By the time I got out it was sunset and I figured I’d probably missed whatever Frank was doing, but I hadn’t.

When I went into the bar it was packed to the roof with men, that’s when I looked at the sign. It was a gay bar. The nerves took over again as I pleaded that Frank was only putting on a show and not some “extra” thing. Frank was the only person who ever cared to love me, truly love me. I didn’t want this taken away from me, I wouldn’t be able to deal with it if it happened.

Frank came on to the stage fifteen minutes later and introduced himself. I took a seat at the back where he couldn’t see me and watched as he started the first song. He was amazing, the nerves went away and I actually smiled. He played for just under an hour and when the show was over there was a huge applause, I was so happy for him.

“I’ll be in back for two hours after the show. I love company.” Frank smirked and packed up his guitar, he almost skipped off the stage and into the back.

My heart had just about dropped to my stomach as I saw a man, way into his thirties walk in after him. “Fuck no.” I whispered and felt the burning tears in my eyes. I waited a good few minutes and kept reassuring myself they were just talking. I couldn’t take it anymore. I went into the back and stopped dead in my tracks. Frank was on his knees in front of the man, the man’s dirty fingers tangled into Frank’s jet black hair.

“Would you mind?” The man’s voice broke through the noises resulting from what was happening. Frank tried to stop but the man held his head there. “You suck that shit you little whore.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Don’t call him that!” I screamed.

Frank pushed the man away and got up. “Gerard!?” He turned to look at me. “Gerard it isn’t what it looks like!”

“Oh I know exactly what it is!” I tried to keep my voice from cracking. “How could you do this to me!?” I ran out of the bar crying.

Frank’s POV

I picked up my guitar and ran out of the bar after Gerard. I loathed myself for thinking this was a good idea, for breaking his heart. I found him broken down by the park a few blocks away, goddamn had he ran fast. I put my guitar case down and sat next to him on the bench.

“P-Please let me explain, Gerard...” I held his shaking body close to mine.

“Get away from me!” He yelled through his cries and pushed me away. He stood up and glared at me. “I know exactly what you were doing. I thought you loved me, I thought you were just playing your guitar and singing but turns out you want to whore around!” He wiped his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath. “You’re just like everyone else...” With that he ran out of the park.

I held my head and sighed. Of course he thought I was just like everyone else, I acted like everyone else. He’d given himself to me and now I had to go and fuck up like I always do. I sighed and picked up my guitar, making my way back to Ray’s house.
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