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If You Die

by MCArmyWife

Laura tells Gerard where she's been and just how she feels.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Erotica - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Published: 2007-09-17 - Updated: 2007-09-17 - 1895 words

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Ray continued to walk towards me slowly. I looked at the knife in his hand and shuddered. I took a step backwards but instead of moving through the doorway I hit the wall.
“Laura you shouldn’t have come here. You shouldn’t be with Gerard.” His voice was almost hypnotic.
I refused to be intimidated by him. Fuck yeah, he was scaring me but I wouldn’t let him see. “Who’s blood in on the knife?”
He stopped walking and looked back down at the knife.
“Ray?” I heard a woman’s voice calling down from the top of the stairs.
“Who’s that?”
He closed his eyes, “Fuck, its Christa.”
Well hell at least I didn’t have to say ‘who’s Christa?’ cause I knew. “Ray you and I really need to talk.”
“What we really need to do is get rid of this fucking knife.” He said in a whisper.
“Ray are you down there?’ Christa called out.
“Yeah, I’m talking to Laura. We’ll be right there.” His eyes were suddenly pleading with me. “We have to get rid of this.”
“Holy crap, Ray. What the fuck is going on?”
“Not now.” He ground out. He crossed the room and picked up an old shirt that had fallen to the floor in the closet. He wrapped the knife in it the turned to me. “I can’t do this myself. Christa is with me. You need to take this and dispose of it.”
“Dispose of it? Where?” I heard Christa’s footsteps start down the stairs.
He just shook his head. I took the shirt with the knife inside from him and placed it under my arm just as Christa appeared.
“Hello” I could tell she was confused. Join the club lady.
Ray walked to her and put his arm around her shoulder, “Honey, this is Laura, Gerard’s fiancée.”
Christa gave me a smile, “Hi, I’ve wondered about the Mystery Woman. The woman who got Gerard away from "She Who Shall Not Be Named." Pleased to meet you.”
Hell, I liked her already. “I’ve wondered about you too. Nice to meet you.” I answered.
“I was just explaining to Laura how we stopped by to check on the house for Gerard,” Ray said looking at me.
“I was so surprise when Ray told me Gerard had bought his old house.” Christa said to me.
“Yeah, me too.” I said trying not to sound flip. “Gotta say Ray scared the crap out of me when I got here. You really should have turned on the lights.” I said looking at Ray. Yeah, in my mind I was thinking ‘get yourself out of this one fella.”
Ray glared at me “I thought someone had broken in and I was trying to sneak up on them. There have been some burglaries in the area.”
Christa frowned at him, “That was dangerous. So that’s why you made me stay in the car.”
He hugged her, “Yeah, babe.”
I mentally rolled my eyes, “Well, I gotta get back. I told Gerard I would get this ugly old shirt for him. We meant to take it with us today but forgot.”
The three of us started back up the stairs. “So Laura, are you and Gerard gonna live here?” Christa asked innocently.
“We haven’t decided” I lied quite nicely. As if I would live in this house.
“How did you get in Ray?” I asked as the three of us walked out the front door.
He shot me a look that was anything but pleasant. “I went in through the basement door, it was unlocked.”
I didn’t believe him for a minute but with Christa standing there I couldn’t call him on it. “Is it locked now?”
He nodded, “Yeah I made sure to lock it.”
Liar, liar I sang in my head. I highly doubted it had ever been unlocked. I was pretty sure Ray had a key.
“So would you and Gerard like to have lunch with us tomorrow?’ Christa asked as they walked me to my car.
“Uh, actually we have plans.” I said.
“Oh” Christa actually sounded sad.
“We’re going to Vegas to get married.” I explained.
Ray stopped in his tracks. “You’re what?”
Christa giggled, “That sounds so romantic.” She put her arm around Ray. “Don’t you think?”
Ray opened my car door for me. I carefully sat the shirt with the knife tucking inside on the passenger seat. “Yeah, romantic.” Ray said. The look on his face was unreadable.
“Nice to meet you” I told Christa again.
“Same here.” She answered happily.
“Take care” Ray said ominously before closing my door. I glanced over at the shirt and frowned. How the fuck does one get rid of a knife? Hell for that matter, why was I getting rid of the knife? So many questions. One thing was for sure my life was anything but boring since getting involved with Gerard.
In the end the river was my answer. I took the knife out of the shirt and put it in the fast food bag from earlier. That way if anyone saw me toss it off the bridge it would look like I was just being a litterbug.
My conscious started to plaque me when I was almost back to the motel. Had I tossed evidence to a crime? Well I was pretty sure of the answer to that one. I had to make Ray tell me the truth. I wasn’t gonna get it out of Gerard. I parked the car in the same spot and started to open the door. It was wrenched out of my hand.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Gerard said pulling me out of the car. He slammed the door shut then threw me back against it.
“Gerard, shut up. You’ll wake the whole fucking motel.” I told him.
He was standing so close that I couldn't move. "Laura, I woke up and you were gone. Why would you do that?"
I looked into his eyes and realized it was fear I was seeing. "I went for a drive." I said.
Backing away slightly he still had hold of my arms. "Tell me the truth. Where did you go?"
Shit, I had no idea if it would be best to tell him the truth of lie. If I did lie there was always the chance that Ray would rat me out. "Do I have to tell you?"
"Yeah, you do." He said roughly.
Now my temper kicked in. "Oh yeah, I gotta tell you where I've been but you can just disappear for hours on end."
"I told you where I was that night." He reminded me.
"Only cause I called you on the hickey"
He moved back and pulled me towards the room. "Come on there is no sense in discussing this out here." He practically dragged me into the room then slammed the door. "Okay now tell me. Where were you?"
I sat down on the bed. "I was at your house."
God, the look of fury that fell over his face terrified me. "Why the fuck would you go back there? What were you thinking? Looking for some fucking clue to my past? I've told you before stay out of it. Fuck, you can be so stupid."
I sat looking at my hands that were folded in my lap. The fact that I wasn't looking at him seemed to infuriate him even more. "Hey, look at me when I talk to you." He yelled.
I looked up at him, "If you had been talking to me I would have looked at you. You have been yelling like a child."
He took several steps towards me, "Look bitch, this ain't a game. This is fucking serious. You need to do what I say and not what you think you should do."
I stood up. "You ever call me bitch again and you'll be picking up your fucking teeth." I said in a dead calm voice. "I put but with a lot of shit out of you but not that."
My anger surprised him. He took a step back. "Got a problem with being called bitch?"
"Yeah, I got a fucking problem with it. It was Alan's favorite name for me when he was angry. What, you didn't know that puppet master? I thought you knew all there was to know about me."
He stood staring at me. The anger was still there but he seemed to be trying to control it. "I have every right to be furious with you. What if something had happened to you?"
"I'm sure you could find another fiancée easy enough. I'm replaceable." The last few hours were starting to crash down on me. I was loosing it. "Let me remind you that you took me to that house. You showed it to me."
"Yeah, and it was a mistake." He said walking over to the table and grabbing his cigarettes. "You make me do stupid things."
I watched as he lit a cigarette.” I make you do stupid things? Somehow I made you show me that house?"
"Yeah" he said flicking ashes into a coffee cup. "I just didn’t want to be alone.” He said looking down at the rug. "A fucking stupid thought. Like you said, I’m always alone.”
The room was silent while each of us tried to sort through our feelings. Finally I broke the silence. "The knife is gone. I threw it in the river."
He looked up at me, "What?"
"You heard me. It's gone. Ray told me to dispose of it. He said you had promised never to touch it again."
He shook his head in disbelief, "Ray? Ray was there at the house?"
"He was there when I got there. I went to get the knife cause I remembered you had just dropped it on the ground. I was afraid you would go back to the house without me."
He put out the cigarette and walked over to the bed. "What would that matter?"
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "What were you gonna do with the knife Gerard?"
His face betrayed his emotions. "I was gonna end my life." He said simply. "I took you to that house cause I didn’t want to die alone."
I shook my head sadly. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Tears sprung to my eyes. God hearing him say out loud what he had planned was brutal.
"But I'm such a fucking loser I couldn't do it. Even tho I know it would be the best thing for everyone involved I couldn’t plunge the blade into my heart."
"So now you have the answer to why I went to the house. I won't let you fucking kill yourself." I said brokenly.
He sat down heavily by me, "Laura, I can't go on living like I am. I just want this all to be over."
I kept myself from touching him, "Yeah, well let me add to your torment. If you think killing yourself is best just know this. If I lose you then I die. You'll take me with you." I dropped my head and let the tears fall uncontrolled.
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