Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > I'll never let him hurt you, I promise

A strange comfort

by XxkelseyxX 4 reviews

uhm yeah, real short. i am so stuck i know this can go like anyway it wants but... i suckk... so yeeah

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Drama - Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro - Warnings: [!] - Published: 2007-04-17 - Updated: 2007-04-18 - 464 words - Complete

I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. No matter how much I wanted to believe Frank, I still had this seed of doubt planted deep within my stomach, causing a slight nausea that I couldn't kick.
He stopped me on my way into the building, "Evan?" he said, sliding his hands around my waist, his fingers brushing against my skin. I became lost in his touch, allowing myself to get close to him again.
"What baby?"
He looked directly into my eyes and asked, "Do you hate me?" his asked, his tone sounding simple and childish.
"Frank it's the things you do that I hate," I said. I unlocked the front door and started downstairs.
He jammed his hands in his pockets, "But you don't hate me," he repeated.
I looked back at him, "I love you, you know that." I replied, walking into my suite. Ah, home.
"But, then why did you kiss Gerard?" he asked, continuing with this boyish resonance.
He kissed me, I thought. But knowing there was a better defense than that, I thought of something different to say. "I was mad at you. He was just... there,"
He sat down next to me on the couch I had occupied. "Did you fuck him?" he asked bluntly.
I scoffed, "No Frank, give me a break."
He laughed at my reaction to this question, giving me that weak-in-the-knees smile. That one he roped me in with two years ago. I was always a sucker for smiles. He slipped his hand into my hair and leaned in for a kiss. I felt the metal of his piercing against my lip, and felt a sudden comfort. If I could feel that, I knew I wouldn't feel the sting of a slap across my cheek.
I sat intently the phone in my hand, waiting to hear from Evan. I knew something bad was going to happen. I fiddled with the cordless, running my fingers over the numbers. I shoved the phone into my hoodie pocket, and relocated to the porch, where Mikey was sitting with one of our roommates, Ray.
"Hey," they both greeted me as I sat down on one of the perma-dirty deck chairs. Ray was strumming his guitar; I was pretty sure I had never seen him without that beat up thing resting on his leg. But the sound was comforting.
They were trying to include me in their conversation about god-knows-what, But I knew I would never be able to pay attention. The sun faded into the sky, bringing in a cool breeze.
I don't think the phone actually got through one complete ring before I answered it, panic clear in my voice, "Hello?"
I could hear Evan's voice, "Gerard I'm so sorry please-"
The line went dead.
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