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I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Gerard sting in the chair across from me. “Hello” I said sleepily.
“So Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up.” He teased.
I sat up slowly, “Well you could have awaken me with a kiss.”
He laughed, “Sorry, I’m no Price Charming.”
I stretched, “You’re my Prince Charming.” I told him with a smile. “So what time is it?” I had no idea how long I’d slept.
“Just a bit after four.”
Suddenly I remembered what had happened. I remembered the picture. Gerard noticed the expression on my face, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I lied quickly. “Did you and the guys have fun?” I asked changing the subject.
I could tell by the way he was looking at me he didn’t believe me when I said nothing was wrong.
“Yeah, we got the new song pretty much worked out. How was your lunch with Jenny?”
“It was really nice. Afterwards she came here and I showed her our apartment.”
He stood and walked over to sit down beside me. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he brushed the hair from my eyes.
“Fine. I think a nap is just what I needed. So what time are we meeting Mikey and Alicia?”
“You sure you want to go out tonight?” He questioned. “You look like you’re still tired.”
“I’m not tired now. So what time?”
He looked into my eyes, “I’ll figure out what it is you’re keeping from me.” He said softy. I simply started back at him.

The movie theatre was crowded but luckily we found four seats in the back row. Hell yeah, I loved the back row. The movie stated and Gerard put his arm around me and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you.”
I laughed, “Oh really. So you think I’m going to be so scared that I’ll need you to protect me?”
He smiled, “Well, that’s what I’m hoping.”
Alicia leaned across Gerard to talk to me. “Okay you two. Remember this is a public place. No groping each other in the dark.”
I laughed, “Who us?” I felt Gerard’s hand on my shoulder caress me.
“Yeah, you two.” Alicia said smiling, “Mikey and I would never do anything like that.” She squealed as Mikey’s hand grabbed her and pulled her back into her seat.
“Leave them alone. I’ve got plans for us.” He said with a laugh.
Alicia settled in next to him. “Oh I’m sure you do.”
The lights dimmed and the movie previews began. I leaned against Gerard and got comfortable. Hopefully the movie would help me to forget what had happened earlier in the day. I couldn’t get the image of that picture out of my head.
Once the movie started I had to admit it was very scary. Several times I leaned my head over and buried my face against Gerard’s chest.
“Someone scared.” He whispered. His arm around my shoulders tightened.
I moved my hand over onto his lap. “Yeah, okay maybe just a bit.” Lightly my fingers brushed against his crotch. I glanced over and saw Mikey and Alicia lip-locked. I looked up into Gerard’s face to see his beautiful smile. He looked at me and our lips met. Suddenly I wanted him with such intensity it shocked me. “I can’t wait until we get home.” I whispered in his ear.
“Is Little Laura horny?” He whispered back.
“Fuck yeah.” I said breathlessly. In my mind I was wondering why I suddenly felt this intense emotion but my body seemed to be in charge.
He kissed me again this time his tongue plunged into my mouth. It took ever bit of will power not to moan. Finally I broke away slightly embarrassed by my obvious need.
“Soon,” He whispered to me in the dark. “Soon we’ll be home.”

I had no idea what was wrong with me but I couldn’t help but grope my husband in the backseat on the way home. Shit, I wanted him and I wanted him now. Once or twice while were making out like horny teenagers I heard Alicia giggle. Mikey must have looked in the rearview mirror and commented. "Shit, you two need to break it up. You're fogging up the windows." Bless my husband he didn't break our intense kiss he simply lifted his hand and flipped his brother the bird.
We told Mikey and Alicia goodnight as we held hands and slipped out of the car. Once we reached the apartment I waited impatiently for Gerard to unlock the door. As soon it was open and we were inside I threw my arms around him and pushed him back against the wall. He gave me a shocked look as I fumbled with his belt buckle. I didn't stop to question my intense need, didn't want to think. I undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. He kicked them off and pulled the hoodie over my head. My hands found his dick and started stroking him.
"Laura?" I could hear the uncertainly in his voice.
"Fuck me." I answered breathlessly.
He quickly undid my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I didn't have time to step out of them before he lowered me to the carpet and plunged into me. I cried out and he stilled. He thought he'd hurt me.
"Don't stop." I begged. My nails dug into his back as I held him tightly. Once more he began to pump in and out as his mouth came down on mine. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and when his tongue met mine I moaned. "Faster" I urged him. The need was so intense I couldn't stop myself from biting his lip. He thrust harder and as the orgasm hit I screamed out. It wasn't until I felt his seed fill me that I broke into tears.
Gerard rolled off me and without a word picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He stripped off the rest of my clothes and his then climbed into bed beside me. "Laura, what the fuck is going on?" He asked softly.
I couldn't stop crying. He held me close for several moments. "I'm so sorry." I finally said.
"Look Honey you can ravage me anytime. Don’t say you're sorry. But I know something’s wrong. That was pure primal need. What is going on in your head?"
Fuck, I didn't want to tell him. "I just really wanted you? Is that wrong?"
He put his finger under my chin and made me look into his eyes, "Not wrong at all. But Laura, I told you before I can tell when something’s wrong and something is definitely wrong."
I wiped my eyes and sat up. "I have to show you something." I said softly. I slipped off the bed, threw on my robe and heard him follow me. I turned to look at his puzzled expression as I pulled open the hall closet door. My hands were shaking when I located the picture that had been on the wall and handed it to him. He stared down at it for several moments before he spoke.
"Where did this come from?" His voice was dead calm.
"It was hanging on the wall when I brought Jenny home with me to see the apartment."
He walked slowly over to the sofa and sat down. I followed him and watched as he turned on the lamp next to him to take a better look. "I didn't draw this." He said slowly then added in a pained voice, "At least I don't remember drawing it but it looks like my work."
I sat down next to him. "You don't remember?"
He simply shook his head. Both of us sat looking at the gruesome picture.
"How did it get on the wall?" He finally asked.
"I don't know." I knew my voice was trembling. Shit, things had been going so good for us. I had actually believed that just maybe this was over. Now looking at the picture and at my husband I knew this nightmare was far from over.
"It looks like my room. Look at the fucking detail."
I didn't answer, I couldn't. Looking away I brought my feet up under me and hugged my arms to my chest. I suddenly felt deathly cold.
"Maybe I did this." He said slowly, "Maybe I am going mad. Fuck, maybe I hung this myself."
Shit, this was what I'd been afraid of. I had feared he would start thinking like this again. "Someone hung that but not you and not me."
He turned to look over at me, "You think someone broke in here and hung this?"
"Don't see how else it got there." I answered shivering.
Gerard didn't notice he turned back to the picture, "Fuck, Laura. How could someone break in here?"
"I don't know but we need to tell the security people."
His temper exploded, "Yeah, fucking great idea. Hey guys someone broke in and hung up a picture that shows a dead chick in my room. Oh yeah, and by the way, it's the same dead check I woke up next to then buried her body so no one would ever know."
I wanted to be angry with him. I wanted to yell at him to stop it but I couldn't. Once again I dissolved into tears. He set the picture down on the coffee table and turned to me. "Don't you ever get tired of crying?"
His words stung. I quickly got up and ran to the bedroom intending to get dressed. He grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him. "What are you doing? Had enough? Gonna take off?"
Now my anger took over, "Fuck you." I spat. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just cold and I'm getting dressed" I pulled my arm out of his grasp, "But that's what you'd like to happen isn't it? Hell, if I left you then you could just drop right back into the pit of despair, couldn't you? You could go back to trying to destroy yourself."
His eyes narrowed, "Yeah, maybe that's what I want. It's easier."
No, I wouldn't let it happen, "Well that's too fucking bad. It ain't gonna happen. I won't let you."
He stood staring at me. I held my breath waiting for him to respond. Suddenly I saw that fucking mask he used to wear appear. "Laura, we tried but it's never gonna work for me, for us." The fucking bored tone was back.
Anger blinded me and I slapped him. He took it without blinking. "Fuck you." I screamed. "Get that fucking look off your face and get the fucking tone out of your voice. We haven't made it this far for you to throw it all away."
He continued to simply stare at me.
"Gerard" I said trying to grab hold of my run away emotions, "I swear, if you do this, if you give up then you might as well plunge a knife into my chest because I'll be dead inside anyway."
My words seemed to reach him. He slowly put his arms out and muttered, "Please."
I stepped into his embrace and he pulled me close. "I'm so fucking sorry. So fucking sorry." He said over and over.