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"Hey There Delilah"- Plain White T's
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'f fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
..Jillian's POV..
Summer, where did you go? One minute you were there with Frankie, holding me, keeping me warm, and now you've disappeared, letting autumn take your place, and Frankie leave for LA. How is it October already? How am I already a month into my senior year of high school? It just doesn't make sense. I'm sitting in my second period class, staring out the window, not making an effort to listen to what the teacher is saying. All I can think about it how Frank left last week to go record in LA and how hard it was to say goodbye. I don't think I've ever cried so much. We talk everyday though and I'm counting down until I see him again. Just three more weeks. Then I get to go out to LA for an entire week and spend time with him for his birthday. I heard my phone vibrating in my bag and looked to see who it was. It's Frankie. What's he doing up this early? It' 8:30 here and 4:30 there. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" Mr. Cullen asked me.
"May I use the bathroom?" I asked.
"Sure," he said and I got up and walked out of the room with my bag. Once the door was shut I pulled out my phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey sweetie," he said sounding exhausted.
"Hey Frankie. What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing. We've been writing songs all night and we're about to go to bed only to get up in three hours. I miss you so much," he said. Tears welled up in my eyes but I held them back.
"I miss you too. Only three more weeks till I come out there though," I said. He sighed.
"I want you here now. It's hard sleeping alone, knowing that you're all the way in New York. Looking at pictures isn't enough. I wanna see that smile and those eyes in person," he said, his voice cracking. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore and I broke down crying in the middle of the hallway. "Baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. I know you're in school, but I needed to hear your voice," he said softly, trying to calm me down. It only made me cry harder though.
"I need you Frankie. I need you to hold me," I sobbed and sat down, leaning against a row of lockers.
"I need you too baby. Don't worry though, these three weeks will fly by fast. You'll see. It won;t be long until you get off the plane at LAX and see me standing at the end of the terminal waiting for you," he said. I calmed myself down and wiped my tears.
"I can't wait," I whispered.
"I can't either." I sighed.
"You should get some sleep. I have to get back to class," I said.
"Yeah. I love you so much Jilly Bean. I'll call you later OK?" he said.
"OK. I love you too Frankie," I replied and we hung up. I went into the bathroom and fixed my makeup before heading back to class. I was really happy that I only had school until 12:00 everyday because I was a senior. When my last class ended. My best friend Lily and I decided to go to the mall so I could get Frank his brithday present. When we got to Roosevelt Field, we shopped around a bit before going into Hot Topic. There, I bought him a Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt since I knew it was his favorite movie.
"What else are you gonna get him?" Lily asked me. I shrugged.
"I dunno. I guess we can look around and see what catches my eye," I said. We walked around and went into Bloomingdale's to get a new pair of Seven jeans.
"Have you two slept together yet?" Lily asked as we browsed through the racks. I blushed.
"No. Not yet," I said shyly.
"That'd be a great birthday present," she said.
"Yeah, but I'm not ready yet. Plus I think it's a bit cliche to give your boyfriend your virginity as a present. And also especially on prom night," I said.
"How long have you two been together?" she asked.
"It'll be five months on the 28th," I said. Her eyes widened.
"And you STILL haven't slept with him? Do you love him?" she asked.
"I love him so much Lily and trust me, I wanna sleep with him eventually, but I'm really not ready. He respects that and he's never pushed me," I responded.
"Have you come close at least?" she asked.
"Well, we've done everything but have sex, but it's never come down to we're about to go for it and I stop him," I said.
"Yet..." she added in. I shrugged.
"I'm sure it'll happen at least once. I mean I'm not gonna be surprised if we almost do it when I go out to Cali in three weeks. I think about it a lot and he definately does too. I feel bad sometimes that I won't sleep with him. I even told him how bad I felt, but he said it didn't matter when we did. He would wait until I was sure I wanted it. He's so amazing Lil," I said. She nodded.
"He sounds amazing. Wish my first was that amazing," she said.
"Lily, what's the first time like?" I asked curiously. Frankie never really told me. Just said it would hurt.
"Painful. Uncomfortable. Long. Unpleasurable. Things like that. It gets way better though once you do it again and again and again. The first time is no barrel of fucking sunshine though, lemme tell you," she said. I swallowed hard. Why did people even START having sex if it felt like that the first time they did it? Wouldn't it make them never wanna do it again? "I'm sure it'll be great with you and Frankie though Jill. I know you guys really love each other and he cares a lot about you and trust me, that's a big deal and a big part of sex. So don't even stress it," she said. I sighed and we continued to shop. After about an hour, we walked GameStop and I figured out what I was going to get him.
"A PS2!" I exclaimed.
"You mean he doesn't have one?" she asked.
"Well, he kinda does, but he split it with the other guys in the band. It's at Mikey and Gerard's house so he can only play it when he goes over there. I'll get him one just for him," I said and walked into the store.
"Jill they're expensive. He won't get mad?" she asked.
"Why would he get mad? It's a PS2 of his very own. He'll love it!" I said. After I bought it for him and got a few games to go with it, we decided to head home for the day. When I got back to my house, I wrapped his presents and put them in my empty suitcase. Frankie would love them. I smiled and got started on my homework.
--Three Weeks Later (October 24, 2003)--
It was finally the Friday that I was leaving for LA. I was packed and ready to go so when I got home from school, my things were waiting for me by the door and my brother would drop me off at the airport where I was going to meet Krista, Alicia, and Olivia since we all decided to take the same flight. Lucky for us, Rachel was already out in LA so we didn't have to deal with her on the flight. Once school was over, I came home and as soon as I walked in the door, my mouth dropped.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?" I asked, my boddy starting to tremble. Jeffrey was sitting on my couch with his parents and my parents.
"Now Jillian really! That's no way to talk to our guests," my mom said. Jeffrey gave me a dark smile. Since he was a year older than me and in college, he chose not to take classes on Fridays.
"Yeah Jillian. Didn't you miss me? I hear your boyfriend isn't around anymore," he said.
"He's around you prick. He's in LA recording an album with his band. So sorry I can't stay and chat, but I need to get to the airport to go out and see him. PAT!" I yelled.
"Well why don't I drive you then?" Jeffrey asked, getting up.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK!" I screamed, backing up as far as I could go.
"Excuse you! Don't talk to my son in that way!" his mother said angrily.
"Your son is a sick rapist piece of shit!" I exclaimed as my brother walked down the stairs. His eyes widened when he heard me.
"Rapist?" he asked me.
"He's tried to rape me before! He's a fucking psycho!" I yelled. Pat's eyes narrowed.
"You're crazy! I've never done anything of the sort!" Jeffrey said.
"Oh yeah? HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE!" I yelled and took out my cell phone, showing my brother all the sick text messages that I saved. He read them all, anger flashing in his eyes. My parents came over and read them over his shoulder. Pat looked livid and my parents looked completely shocked.
"She's lying. It's probably some other number she put my name in front of," Jeffrey defended.
"516-897-0142," Pat said. Jeffrey's parents looked at him.
"That's your number," his mom said. He stood there, not moving or saying anything. Just staring at me like he was going to kill me. My dad took my phone and brought it over to his parents to show them the messages.
"Jillian why didn't you ever tell us about this?" my mom asked me.
"Because he said he'd kill me," I whispered and started crying. She pulled me into a hug. This was so weird. My parents actually were upset and caring about me.
"Jeffrey! What is all this? Why did you do this?" his father asked. His mother was on the verge of tears.
"You little BITCH!" Jeffrey screamed at me and started to run towards me. I screamed and he pushed my mom out of the way, throwing me against the wall. His hands went around my throat hard as he choked me. I couldn't breathe. Just then, Pat's fist came in contact with his face, knocking him to the marble floor. Blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth as he coughed. I gasped for breath and held onto my mom. For once, I felt like she was my parent and was taking care of me. Matt, who was home from college for the weekend since he went to Tufts University in Boston, came down the stairs.
"What's all the commotion?" he asked. He looked at Jeffrey on the floor and Pat explained everything to him. Matt looked just as angry and ran over to kick Jeffrey hard in the stomach.
"Don't you ever go near my sister again you sick FUCK!" Matt yelled. I was crying uncontrollably. How could this happen? And right before I was about to leave.
"Sweetheart don't worry. We're going to take care of everything. Just go to LA. You need Frank right now," my mom said. I looked up at her and nodded and she kissed my cheek. I was still gasping for breath and my neck was hurting badly. I knew Frankie would freak out when he saw me. My dad was on the phone with the cops and gave me a reassuring hug. Pat and Matt grabbed my things and brought me outside. Once the front door was closed, they both hugged me tightly and I couldn't stop crying.
"It's all right Jill. He won't hurt you anymore," Matt whispered. I felt so week. My whole body was shaking and I just wanted Frank there. The three of us got into Pat's Jeep and we arrived at JFK in 20 minutes. I was still shaken up and still crying when we arrived. I knew no one, but Frank would make me feel better.
"Have fun OK? Everything's going to be all right. I promise," Pat said as he hugged me goodbye. I hugged Matt and went inside where Krista, Alicia, and Olivia already were waiting.
"Oh my God JILL! What happened?" Krista asked as she gave me a huge hug. I shook my head. I couldn't talk about it.
"Are you all right?" Alicia asked with concern as she too hugged me.
"No. I need Frank," I whispered. They both nodded, knowing something really bad had happened. Olivia hugged me tightly, trying to get me to stop crying. She was so sweet. We waited on the line to check in and once our bags were checked and we went through security, we waited at our gate. Silent tears were pouring down my face now and I couldn't make myself form words. Every once in awhile, Alicia and Krista would hug me or give me reassuring looks to try and comfort me. Our flight umber was called and we boarded the plane, sitting in our large business class seats. Krista and I sat together and Alicia and Olivia sat behind us. I slept most of the six hours that it took to get there.
"Jill what happened to your neck?" Krista asked me right before we landed at LAX.
"I'll tell you later," I whispered. She nodded understandingly. The plane touched down on the runway. We were finally here. I was finally going to see my Frank. Once we pulled into the gate, we grabbed our things and headed off the plane, Alicia holding Olivia's hand so she wouldn't get separated. We walked through the tunnel and my whole body was shaking. Once we were out in the airport, I spotted Frank immediately, standing on his tip toes to look for me. He was standing beside Ray, Mikey, and Gerard. When he spotted me, he smiled and I ran over to him, collapsing in his arms, crying my eyes out.
"Jilly!" he exclaimed, holding me tight, but my legs weren't supporting me. Frank held me up as they gave away.
"Shhh it' OK Jill, it's OK. You're here now. I won't let you go," he whispered. I tried to talk. Tried to tell him what happened, but I couldn't form the words. He looked into my eyes and wiped my tears.
"Silly Jilly are you OK?" Mikey asked with concern, with his arms around Alicia. He knew I wasn't just crying happy tears. Krista looked at Frank worriedly.
"Something happened. She wouldn't say, just that she needed you. It was something bad," she told him. I burried my face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life.
"Do you guys mind getting Jilly's suit case? We'll meet you out by the car," Frank said.
"No problem," Gerard replied. Frank lead me over to a corner where there was no one around and sat me on the chair, kneeling in front of me.
"Baby what happened?" he asked. Before I could even answer him, his eyes went wide and his fingers touched my neck. I winced and more tears spilled from my eyes. I had already very dark bruises from where Jeffrey's fingers were.
"Oh my God," he whispered.
"He tried to strangle me," I whispered.
"Jeffrey did this to you?" he asked, knowing what I meant when I said "he". I nodded, but my neck hurt.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"Right before I left. I came home and he was over and I told my parents and his what happened and he tried to strangle me. My brother's beat the crap out of him," I said and cried, trying to pull Frankie close. Frankie looked angry.
"When I come home, I promise I'll fucking murder him," he said. I shook my head.
"My dad called the cops," I said. "Frankie please hold me. I need you," I whispered. He pulled me close, his arms holding me tightly.
"It's all right Jilly. I'm here now. You're safe. I love you so much beautiful. No one is ever going to hurt you again," he said, one hand running through my hair. I held onto him as if my life depended on it. Feeling him against me, hearing how much he loved me, how much he cared for me, was making me aware that I was almost ready to give myself to him. It might even happen while I'm here. I'm not ready to say it though yet. His lips landed on mine in a sweet kiss, and it felt like electricity was running through me.
"I... I want you," I whispered. His eyes met mine.
"You have me," he said.
"No. I want you. I want you to take me," I whispered. His mouth opened slightly and he held me close again. He didn't say anything, just kissed my forehead and lips.
"Come on. Let's go back to the house," he said. He helped me to my feet and we left the airport. The others were already in the van waiting for us.
"Everything OK?" Gerard asked. His arms were still around Olivia and she wasn't letting him go. Frank nodded and we got into the back seat. I laid my head on his shoulder as we drove away. Everyone but Frankie and I were talking the entire way to the house. I just felt like complete shit. When we got there, the house was huge! They each had their own bedroom and bathroom and it was paid for by the record company. We went inside and Frank and I went up to his room. I was extremely nervous. His lips landed on mine and he laid me down on the bed, climbing on top of me.
"I can't take you yet," he whispered in my ear.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you're not ready. You've had a long, really hard day and I know you think that this is what you want, but it's not. I don't want you to regret it and I know you will if we do this now. You're so scared you're shaking. This isn't how I want it to be for your first time. Let's just get some sleep sweetie. When we wake up, I promise you'll be glad we didn't do it," he said. I wasn't angry. In fact I was a bit relieved. I gave him a small smile. He really was the most amazing guy on the planet. He laid down next to me and lightly tilted my head back. He gently kissed the bruises on my neck and tears leaked out of my eyes. He was so loving and so tender that it made me cry. He's so perfect. I let my eyes drift shut and I fell asleep to him rubbing my back.
"Hey There Delilah"- Plain White T's
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'f fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
..Jillian's POV..
Summer, where did you go? One minute you were there with Frankie, holding me, keeping me warm, and now you've disappeared, letting autumn take your place, and Frankie leave for LA. How is it October already? How am I already a month into my senior year of high school? It just doesn't make sense. I'm sitting in my second period class, staring out the window, not making an effort to listen to what the teacher is saying. All I can think about it how Frank left last week to go record in LA and how hard it was to say goodbye. I don't think I've ever cried so much. We talk everyday though and I'm counting down until I see him again. Just three more weeks. Then I get to go out to LA for an entire week and spend time with him for his birthday. I heard my phone vibrating in my bag and looked to see who it was. It's Frankie. What's he doing up this early? It' 8:30 here and 4:30 there. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" Mr. Cullen asked me.
"May I use the bathroom?" I asked.
"Sure," he said and I got up and walked out of the room with my bag. Once the door was shut I pulled out my phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey sweetie," he said sounding exhausted.
"Hey Frankie. What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing. We've been writing songs all night and we're about to go to bed only to get up in three hours. I miss you so much," he said. Tears welled up in my eyes but I held them back.
"I miss you too. Only three more weeks till I come out there though," I said. He sighed.
"I want you here now. It's hard sleeping alone, knowing that you're all the way in New York. Looking at pictures isn't enough. I wanna see that smile and those eyes in person," he said, his voice cracking. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore and I broke down crying in the middle of the hallway. "Baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. I know you're in school, but I needed to hear your voice," he said softly, trying to calm me down. It only made me cry harder though.
"I need you Frankie. I need you to hold me," I sobbed and sat down, leaning against a row of lockers.
"I need you too baby. Don't worry though, these three weeks will fly by fast. You'll see. It won;t be long until you get off the plane at LAX and see me standing at the end of the terminal waiting for you," he said. I calmed myself down and wiped my tears.
"I can't wait," I whispered.
"I can't either." I sighed.
"You should get some sleep. I have to get back to class," I said.
"Yeah. I love you so much Jilly Bean. I'll call you later OK?" he said.
"OK. I love you too Frankie," I replied and we hung up. I went into the bathroom and fixed my makeup before heading back to class. I was really happy that I only had school until 12:00 everyday because I was a senior. When my last class ended. My best friend Lily and I decided to go to the mall so I could get Frank his brithday present. When we got to Roosevelt Field, we shopped around a bit before going into Hot Topic. There, I bought him a Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt since I knew it was his favorite movie.
"What else are you gonna get him?" Lily asked me. I shrugged.
"I dunno. I guess we can look around and see what catches my eye," I said. We walked around and went into Bloomingdale's to get a new pair of Seven jeans.
"Have you two slept together yet?" Lily asked as we browsed through the racks. I blushed.
"No. Not yet," I said shyly.
"That'd be a great birthday present," she said.
"Yeah, but I'm not ready yet. Plus I think it's a bit cliche to give your boyfriend your virginity as a present. And also especially on prom night," I said.
"How long have you two been together?" she asked.
"It'll be five months on the 28th," I said. Her eyes widened.
"And you STILL haven't slept with him? Do you love him?" she asked.
"I love him so much Lily and trust me, I wanna sleep with him eventually, but I'm really not ready. He respects that and he's never pushed me," I responded.
"Have you come close at least?" she asked.
"Well, we've done everything but have sex, but it's never come down to we're about to go for it and I stop him," I said.
"Yet..." she added in. I shrugged.
"I'm sure it'll happen at least once. I mean I'm not gonna be surprised if we almost do it when I go out to Cali in three weeks. I think about it a lot and he definately does too. I feel bad sometimes that I won't sleep with him. I even told him how bad I felt, but he said it didn't matter when we did. He would wait until I was sure I wanted it. He's so amazing Lil," I said. She nodded.
"He sounds amazing. Wish my first was that amazing," she said.
"Lily, what's the first time like?" I asked curiously. Frankie never really told me. Just said it would hurt.
"Painful. Uncomfortable. Long. Unpleasurable. Things like that. It gets way better though once you do it again and again and again. The first time is no barrel of fucking sunshine though, lemme tell you," she said. I swallowed hard. Why did people even START having sex if it felt like that the first time they did it? Wouldn't it make them never wanna do it again? "I'm sure it'll be great with you and Frankie though Jill. I know you guys really love each other and he cares a lot about you and trust me, that's a big deal and a big part of sex. So don't even stress it," she said. I sighed and we continued to shop. After about an hour, we walked GameStop and I figured out what I was going to get him.
"A PS2!" I exclaimed.
"You mean he doesn't have one?" she asked.
"Well, he kinda does, but he split it with the other guys in the band. It's at Mikey and Gerard's house so he can only play it when he goes over there. I'll get him one just for him," I said and walked into the store.
"Jill they're expensive. He won't get mad?" she asked.
"Why would he get mad? It's a PS2 of his very own. He'll love it!" I said. After I bought it for him and got a few games to go with it, we decided to head home for the day. When I got back to my house, I wrapped his presents and put them in my empty suitcase. Frankie would love them. I smiled and got started on my homework.
--Three Weeks Later (October 24, 2003)--
It was finally the Friday that I was leaving for LA. I was packed and ready to go so when I got home from school, my things were waiting for me by the door and my brother would drop me off at the airport where I was going to meet Krista, Alicia, and Olivia since we all decided to take the same flight. Lucky for us, Rachel was already out in LA so we didn't have to deal with her on the flight. Once school was over, I came home and as soon as I walked in the door, my mouth dropped.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?" I asked, my boddy starting to tremble. Jeffrey was sitting on my couch with his parents and my parents.
"Now Jillian really! That's no way to talk to our guests," my mom said. Jeffrey gave me a dark smile. Since he was a year older than me and in college, he chose not to take classes on Fridays.
"Yeah Jillian. Didn't you miss me? I hear your boyfriend isn't around anymore," he said.
"He's around you prick. He's in LA recording an album with his band. So sorry I can't stay and chat, but I need to get to the airport to go out and see him. PAT!" I yelled.
"Well why don't I drive you then?" Jeffrey asked, getting up.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK!" I screamed, backing up as far as I could go.
"Excuse you! Don't talk to my son in that way!" his mother said angrily.
"Your son is a sick rapist piece of shit!" I exclaimed as my brother walked down the stairs. His eyes widened when he heard me.
"Rapist?" he asked me.
"He's tried to rape me before! He's a fucking psycho!" I yelled. Pat's eyes narrowed.
"You're crazy! I've never done anything of the sort!" Jeffrey said.
"Oh yeah? HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE!" I yelled and took out my cell phone, showing my brother all the sick text messages that I saved. He read them all, anger flashing in his eyes. My parents came over and read them over his shoulder. Pat looked livid and my parents looked completely shocked.
"She's lying. It's probably some other number she put my name in front of," Jeffrey defended.
"516-897-0142," Pat said. Jeffrey's parents looked at him.
"That's your number," his mom said. He stood there, not moving or saying anything. Just staring at me like he was going to kill me. My dad took my phone and brought it over to his parents to show them the messages.
"Jillian why didn't you ever tell us about this?" my mom asked me.
"Because he said he'd kill me," I whispered and started crying. She pulled me into a hug. This was so weird. My parents actually were upset and caring about me.
"Jeffrey! What is all this? Why did you do this?" his father asked. His mother was on the verge of tears.
"You little BITCH!" Jeffrey screamed at me and started to run towards me. I screamed and he pushed my mom out of the way, throwing me against the wall. His hands went around my throat hard as he choked me. I couldn't breathe. Just then, Pat's fist came in contact with his face, knocking him to the marble floor. Blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth as he coughed. I gasped for breath and held onto my mom. For once, I felt like she was my parent and was taking care of me. Matt, who was home from college for the weekend since he went to Tufts University in Boston, came down the stairs.
"What's all the commotion?" he asked. He looked at Jeffrey on the floor and Pat explained everything to him. Matt looked just as angry and ran over to kick Jeffrey hard in the stomach.
"Don't you ever go near my sister again you sick FUCK!" Matt yelled. I was crying uncontrollably. How could this happen? And right before I was about to leave.
"Sweetheart don't worry. We're going to take care of everything. Just go to LA. You need Frank right now," my mom said. I looked up at her and nodded and she kissed my cheek. I was still gasping for breath and my neck was hurting badly. I knew Frankie would freak out when he saw me. My dad was on the phone with the cops and gave me a reassuring hug. Pat and Matt grabbed my things and brought me outside. Once the front door was closed, they both hugged me tightly and I couldn't stop crying.
"It's all right Jill. He won't hurt you anymore," Matt whispered. I felt so week. My whole body was shaking and I just wanted Frank there. The three of us got into Pat's Jeep and we arrived at JFK in 20 minutes. I was still shaken up and still crying when we arrived. I knew no one, but Frank would make me feel better.
"Have fun OK? Everything's going to be all right. I promise," Pat said as he hugged me goodbye. I hugged Matt and went inside where Krista, Alicia, and Olivia already were waiting.
"Oh my God JILL! What happened?" Krista asked as she gave me a huge hug. I shook my head. I couldn't talk about it.
"Are you all right?" Alicia asked with concern as she too hugged me.
"No. I need Frank," I whispered. They both nodded, knowing something really bad had happened. Olivia hugged me tightly, trying to get me to stop crying. She was so sweet. We waited on the line to check in and once our bags were checked and we went through security, we waited at our gate. Silent tears were pouring down my face now and I couldn't make myself form words. Every once in awhile, Alicia and Krista would hug me or give me reassuring looks to try and comfort me. Our flight umber was called and we boarded the plane, sitting in our large business class seats. Krista and I sat together and Alicia and Olivia sat behind us. I slept most of the six hours that it took to get there.
"Jill what happened to your neck?" Krista asked me right before we landed at LAX.
"I'll tell you later," I whispered. She nodded understandingly. The plane touched down on the runway. We were finally here. I was finally going to see my Frank. Once we pulled into the gate, we grabbed our things and headed off the plane, Alicia holding Olivia's hand so she wouldn't get separated. We walked through the tunnel and my whole body was shaking. Once we were out in the airport, I spotted Frank immediately, standing on his tip toes to look for me. He was standing beside Ray, Mikey, and Gerard. When he spotted me, he smiled and I ran over to him, collapsing in his arms, crying my eyes out.
"Jilly!" he exclaimed, holding me tight, but my legs weren't supporting me. Frank held me up as they gave away.
"Shhh it' OK Jill, it's OK. You're here now. I won't let you go," he whispered. I tried to talk. Tried to tell him what happened, but I couldn't form the words. He looked into my eyes and wiped my tears.
"Silly Jilly are you OK?" Mikey asked with concern, with his arms around Alicia. He knew I wasn't just crying happy tears. Krista looked at Frank worriedly.
"Something happened. She wouldn't say, just that she needed you. It was something bad," she told him. I burried my face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life.
"Do you guys mind getting Jilly's suit case? We'll meet you out by the car," Frank said.
"No problem," Gerard replied. Frank lead me over to a corner where there was no one around and sat me on the chair, kneeling in front of me.
"Baby what happened?" he asked. Before I could even answer him, his eyes went wide and his fingers touched my neck. I winced and more tears spilled from my eyes. I had already very dark bruises from where Jeffrey's fingers were.
"Oh my God," he whispered.
"He tried to strangle me," I whispered.
"Jeffrey did this to you?" he asked, knowing what I meant when I said "he". I nodded, but my neck hurt.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"Right before I left. I came home and he was over and I told my parents and his what happened and he tried to strangle me. My brother's beat the crap out of him," I said and cried, trying to pull Frankie close. Frankie looked angry.
"When I come home, I promise I'll fucking murder him," he said. I shook my head.
"My dad called the cops," I said. "Frankie please hold me. I need you," I whispered. He pulled me close, his arms holding me tightly.
"It's all right Jilly. I'm here now. You're safe. I love you so much beautiful. No one is ever going to hurt you again," he said, one hand running through my hair. I held onto him as if my life depended on it. Feeling him against me, hearing how much he loved me, how much he cared for me, was making me aware that I was almost ready to give myself to him. It might even happen while I'm here. I'm not ready to say it though yet. His lips landed on mine in a sweet kiss, and it felt like electricity was running through me.
"I... I want you," I whispered. His eyes met mine.
"You have me," he said.
"No. I want you. I want you to take me," I whispered. His mouth opened slightly and he held me close again. He didn't say anything, just kissed my forehead and lips.
"Come on. Let's go back to the house," he said. He helped me to my feet and we left the airport. The others were already in the van waiting for us.
"Everything OK?" Gerard asked. His arms were still around Olivia and she wasn't letting him go. Frank nodded and we got into the back seat. I laid my head on his shoulder as we drove away. Everyone but Frankie and I were talking the entire way to the house. I just felt like complete shit. When we got there, the house was huge! They each had their own bedroom and bathroom and it was paid for by the record company. We went inside and Frank and I went up to his room. I was extremely nervous. His lips landed on mine and he laid me down on the bed, climbing on top of me.
"I can't take you yet," he whispered in my ear.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you're not ready. You've had a long, really hard day and I know you think that this is what you want, but it's not. I don't want you to regret it and I know you will if we do this now. You're so scared you're shaking. This isn't how I want it to be for your first time. Let's just get some sleep sweetie. When we wake up, I promise you'll be glad we didn't do it," he said. I wasn't angry. In fact I was a bit relieved. I gave him a small smile. He really was the most amazing guy on the planet. He laid down next to me and lightly tilted my head back. He gently kissed the bruises on my neck and tears leaked out of my eyes. He was so loving and so tender that it made me cry. He's so perfect. I let my eyes drift shut and I fell asleep to him rubbing my back.
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