Save Me From My Self Destruction
We All Go To Hell
***Gerard's POV***
I sat on the couch with my phone in my hands. I've been expecting a call from brian all day for our next tour. Our band has been doing great. We've already sold over 10,000 copies of our album, "I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love.". It's unbelievable. The guys and I are already starting a new album. I like it a lot so far. The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Hey Mikes."
"Hey. You ready to go? I got some awesome tickets to see this local band. It'll be fun."
"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab something to eat, cause I'm fucking hungry."
"Make me something then." he walked passed me. Soon, I won't have to live with him anymore.
We sat at the table, having small talk. He talked about the band he was taking me to see. I was thinking maybe Chris should come, but then I took it back. I mean, I'm always with her, and although what she said about needing space in disney hurt me a bit, I knew it was true. Besides, I'm sure Mikey wants to just have a guys night out.
I heard Chris walking through the door. Her face was wet, and I could tell she's been crying. She looked at me, and gave me a weak smile. I opened my arms for her to snuggle in. She walked over to me, and placed her small body in my arms. I rubbed her back, and made her look at me.
"What's wrong, sweeite?" I stroked her hair.
"I'll talk about it later. I'm going to the store, you want anything?"
I frowned, and shook my head. "You want Mikey and I to go with you?"
"No, no it's fine. Are you guys doing something today?"
"Yeah, we're going to some local band."
"Oh, okay. Have fun. I'll see you later then." she pecked my lips, and headed to the store.
"Common, Gerard, they're gonna start soon." Mikey wined. I groaned and grabbed my jacket.
I drove Mikes and I to the bar. I now wish I had Chris here. Since it was a bar, there's alcohol. Lot's of it. Even though I don't really have the desire to drink anymore, the temptation is sometimes there. Chris keeps me stable with that. She makes sure I don't do anything stupid. Mikey was already drinking, which made me even more worried. I decided to just call her. For my own good.
"Hey, honey." she answered
I explained to her my fears of not being able to control myself, so she agreed to come, although she told me I owe her big time, since she really didn't even wanna come. A few minutes later, I saw her walk through the door. As usual, my wife looked sexy as fuck, which in this case, was not a good thing. The minute she walked through the door, douche bags started whistling at her, staring, and some even had the nerve to make remarks at her. I could see the sudden discomfort in her eyes. I felt my face heat up, and pushed myself through the crowd to pull her away from those ass holes.
"This is why I didn't wanna come here!" she yelled.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, okay? But I don't want to start drinking again, and you're the only one that can control me like that."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. I know she wasn't happy one bit, but that's just too bad. The band started playing, and they were actually really good. People started head banging and dancing along to the music. I kept my arms around Chris the entire time. No way in hell were any of these guys getting a chance to even look at my baby.
"I'm gonna go get soda or something. You want anything?" she yelled over the crowd.
"Uhm, baby, I'll just go with you."
"Gee." she sighed. "I'm 20 years old. I'm fine, okay? You don't need to hold my hand and protect me while I'm just getting a drink."
"Look, Chris, I'm just trying to protect you, cause I fucking love you."
She groaned. "I know, Gerard. But I'm not a kid. I can handle life on my own."
"Really, Chris? Cause last time I went on tour, you didn't turn out so great."
"My best friend had just died, and it was my fucking fault! What do you expect?!" she protested.
"Stop saying that, Chris! This is the last time I'm telling you that wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself."
"Whatever. You want something to drink, or not? I'm fucking thirsty."
"Uh, sure. Just get me a coke." I sighed. "Someone touches you, you slap them, and call my name."
"Gee, stop acting like you're my dad.."
"I can't help it, sugar. Don't you see I love you with every goddamn thing I have? I just want to protect you, okay? I know I can get really protective and annoying, but it's out of love. I know you're not a kid, and you're a strong girl who won't take anyone's bullshit, I know that. But when I'm with you, I can't help but want to be your knight and shining armor. The one that will protect you in all situations. It's just the way I am, sugar. And I only do it because you're my world, and I love you." I kissed her forehead, and she pecked my lips.
"You're perfect, honey. I love you, okay? I'll be right back."
***Chrissi's POV***
I walked off to get our soda's. Ever since he went on tour, and came back to find me a fucking wreck, he's been way too protective. He's acting as if I leave his side for one minute, I'm somehow going to get abducted. He's being unreasonable. But as much as this annoys me, I still love him with everything I have. And I actually think it's kinda cute that he loves me that much that he would waste so much time on me, and have no problem with following me everywhere I go.
I got to the bar, and ordered our drinks. I ordered myself a beer. I needed one. I'm sure Gee won' t mind too much. I sat at the counter as I waited for the drink to come.
"What's a lady like you doing here alone?" some old ass slurred. I just rolled my eyes, and looked away. I'm not in the fucking mood. Last thing I need is someone to give Gerard a reason to say 'I told you so'.
The man then grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him. This fucker stank of alcohol. Then I got a good look at his face. No. No. No. That can't be who I think it is.
"I knew I'd find you." he slurred. I felt the tears forming. This isn't happening.
"You're gonna pay you little bitch. You're gonna pay. It's been three years, and yet you're still the same weak shit you were back then."
"D-David p-p-please don't do this. P-Please." I choked out.
"When have you known me to listen to you? Huh?" he stumbled a little bit. Drunk as fuck. Nothing's changed since I ran away from him and mom. The only difference is he's even uglier.
"I'm gonna finish what I started, you little shit. Now get in my fucking car, before I beat the shit out of you in front of all these people." my whole body was shaking. This had to be some sort of dream.
"Oh, and by the way. I heard you were married now! That's not something I ever expected to happen to a bitch like you. But I just want to let you know, you're never going to see that fucker again. You're mine again, sweet heart. And if you ever try running away from me again, I'll kill you, and your fucking husband. Now get in my fucking car."
My body felt like it was frozen. I couldn't even move. I just stared blankly into his cold black eyes. I took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone in the bar heard me. Even the band stopped playing. Then David slapped me hard across the face.
"You fucking bitch!" he whisper/yelled in my ear. He started tugging roughly on my arms, trying to drag me to his car, but my legs refuse to move. I will NOT be going back with him, even if I have to die trying to get away from this sick fuck. I let out another blood curdling scream. People were watching, but didn't know what to do. I could tell that some people wanted to help, but didn't know how to. All that kept running through my mind, was Gerard.
***Gerard's POV***
I was listening to the band with Mikey, who was getting pretty tipsy. He's obviously had too much to drink. We were both rocking out until a familiar voice let out a scream that left me with goosebumps. I know that voice. I'd know that voice anywhere. The band even stopped playing, which is when I knew this wasn't all just in my head. Something happened to my baby.
I used all my force to shove past all the people who were crowding the bar area. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I knew something like this would happen. I fucking knew it. Never again am I letting that girl come to a bar with me. Even if I need her like I did tonight. All these fucking bastards wouldn't get out of my way. Some people even shoved me back, almost causing me to fall.
"Let me go you fucking piece of shit!!" that was definitely her voice. I started to go into panic mode. I used all my strength, and pushed everyone our of my way, and punched anyone who refused to move. I finally made my way to my wife, who was screaming and kicking while being thrown over the man's shoulder.. I immediately rushed towards the man and punched him in the nuts, causing him to drop Chris. She landed hard on the floor with a loud thud. I'll apologize for that when I'm done killing this son of a bitch.I noticed her lip and nose were bleeding pretty badly. Fuck. I looked at the fucker who did this to her with pure hate and disgust. That's when I recognized the evil face. Chrissi's dad. I looked that dick in the eyes, and punched him with all my strength, which sent him stumbling backwards. I punched him again in the gut, another in the throat. I kept beating him until I heard police sirens. I then felt two arms wrap around me, pulling me away from her fucked up father. I turned around, and saw Chris.
"Gerard, stop!! They'll arrest you, know let's go!" she screamed, tugging on my sleeve.
"I'm not going anywhere until I kill him!" I screamed, send kicks to his stomach.
"No, Gerard! Let's just go!" she pulled me again, causing me to stop. I spit on his face, and let Chrissi drag me to the car.
"You see, Chrissi? This is why I'm protective. This is exactly why I'm always worrying about you. Chris, I am so sorry I asked you to come here." I said while trying to wipe the blood off her nose and lip with a tissue.
"I-I'm sorry, Gee. I really am."
"No. Don;t be sorry. He's going to jail. It'll all be okay." I rubbed her back.
"I hope so...."
I kissed her cheek, which was still covered with a bit of blood. If the cops hadn't come, and if Chris didn't pull me away, I would've killed that bastard right then and there. Mikey, Chris, and I stayed in the car, and watched as David was shoved into the cop car. The witnesses of the incident must've explained everything. I heard Chris let out a sigh of relief, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I kissed her head, and felt relief wash over me. The man who ruined her life was now spending the rest of his fucked up life in jail. I started the car, drove home with Mikey singing to himself in the backseat. This was going to be a long night.
I sat on the couch with my phone in my hands. I've been expecting a call from brian all day for our next tour. Our band has been doing great. We've already sold over 10,000 copies of our album, "I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love.". It's unbelievable. The guys and I are already starting a new album. I like it a lot so far. The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Hey Mikes."
"Hey. You ready to go? I got some awesome tickets to see this local band. It'll be fun."
"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab something to eat, cause I'm fucking hungry."
"Make me something then." he walked passed me. Soon, I won't have to live with him anymore.
We sat at the table, having small talk. He talked about the band he was taking me to see. I was thinking maybe Chris should come, but then I took it back. I mean, I'm always with her, and although what she said about needing space in disney hurt me a bit, I knew it was true. Besides, I'm sure Mikey wants to just have a guys night out.
I heard Chris walking through the door. Her face was wet, and I could tell she's been crying. She looked at me, and gave me a weak smile. I opened my arms for her to snuggle in. She walked over to me, and placed her small body in my arms. I rubbed her back, and made her look at me.
"What's wrong, sweeite?" I stroked her hair.
"I'll talk about it later. I'm going to the store, you want anything?"
I frowned, and shook my head. "You want Mikey and I to go with you?"
"No, no it's fine. Are you guys doing something today?"
"Yeah, we're going to some local band."
"Oh, okay. Have fun. I'll see you later then." she pecked my lips, and headed to the store.
"Common, Gerard, they're gonna start soon." Mikey wined. I groaned and grabbed my jacket.
I drove Mikes and I to the bar. I now wish I had Chris here. Since it was a bar, there's alcohol. Lot's of it. Even though I don't really have the desire to drink anymore, the temptation is sometimes there. Chris keeps me stable with that. She makes sure I don't do anything stupid. Mikey was already drinking, which made me even more worried. I decided to just call her. For my own good.
"Hey, honey." she answered
I explained to her my fears of not being able to control myself, so she agreed to come, although she told me I owe her big time, since she really didn't even wanna come. A few minutes later, I saw her walk through the door. As usual, my wife looked sexy as fuck, which in this case, was not a good thing. The minute she walked through the door, douche bags started whistling at her, staring, and some even had the nerve to make remarks at her. I could see the sudden discomfort in her eyes. I felt my face heat up, and pushed myself through the crowd to pull her away from those ass holes.
"This is why I didn't wanna come here!" she yelled.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, okay? But I don't want to start drinking again, and you're the only one that can control me like that."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. I know she wasn't happy one bit, but that's just too bad. The band started playing, and they were actually really good. People started head banging and dancing along to the music. I kept my arms around Chris the entire time. No way in hell were any of these guys getting a chance to even look at my baby.
"I'm gonna go get soda or something. You want anything?" she yelled over the crowd.
"Uhm, baby, I'll just go with you."
"Gee." she sighed. "I'm 20 years old. I'm fine, okay? You don't need to hold my hand and protect me while I'm just getting a drink."
"Look, Chris, I'm just trying to protect you, cause I fucking love you."
She groaned. "I know, Gerard. But I'm not a kid. I can handle life on my own."
"Really, Chris? Cause last time I went on tour, you didn't turn out so great."
"My best friend had just died, and it was my fucking fault! What do you expect?!" she protested.
"Stop saying that, Chris! This is the last time I'm telling you that wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself."
"Whatever. You want something to drink, or not? I'm fucking thirsty."
"Uh, sure. Just get me a coke." I sighed. "Someone touches you, you slap them, and call my name."
"Gee, stop acting like you're my dad.."
"I can't help it, sugar. Don't you see I love you with every goddamn thing I have? I just want to protect you, okay? I know I can get really protective and annoying, but it's out of love. I know you're not a kid, and you're a strong girl who won't take anyone's bullshit, I know that. But when I'm with you, I can't help but want to be your knight and shining armor. The one that will protect you in all situations. It's just the way I am, sugar. And I only do it because you're my world, and I love you." I kissed her forehead, and she pecked my lips.
"You're perfect, honey. I love you, okay? I'll be right back."
***Chrissi's POV***
I walked off to get our soda's. Ever since he went on tour, and came back to find me a fucking wreck, he's been way too protective. He's acting as if I leave his side for one minute, I'm somehow going to get abducted. He's being unreasonable. But as much as this annoys me, I still love him with everything I have. And I actually think it's kinda cute that he loves me that much that he would waste so much time on me, and have no problem with following me everywhere I go.
I got to the bar, and ordered our drinks. I ordered myself a beer. I needed one. I'm sure Gee won' t mind too much. I sat at the counter as I waited for the drink to come.
"What's a lady like you doing here alone?" some old ass slurred. I just rolled my eyes, and looked away. I'm not in the fucking mood. Last thing I need is someone to give Gerard a reason to say 'I told you so'.
The man then grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him. This fucker stank of alcohol. Then I got a good look at his face. No. No. No. That can't be who I think it is.
"I knew I'd find you." he slurred. I felt the tears forming. This isn't happening.
"You're gonna pay you little bitch. You're gonna pay. It's been three years, and yet you're still the same weak shit you were back then."
"D-David p-p-please don't do this. P-Please." I choked out.
"When have you known me to listen to you? Huh?" he stumbled a little bit. Drunk as fuck. Nothing's changed since I ran away from him and mom. The only difference is he's even uglier.
"I'm gonna finish what I started, you little shit. Now get in my fucking car, before I beat the shit out of you in front of all these people." my whole body was shaking. This had to be some sort of dream.
"Oh, and by the way. I heard you were married now! That's not something I ever expected to happen to a bitch like you. But I just want to let you know, you're never going to see that fucker again. You're mine again, sweet heart. And if you ever try running away from me again, I'll kill you, and your fucking husband. Now get in my fucking car."
My body felt like it was frozen. I couldn't even move. I just stared blankly into his cold black eyes. I took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone in the bar heard me. Even the band stopped playing. Then David slapped me hard across the face.
"You fucking bitch!" he whisper/yelled in my ear. He started tugging roughly on my arms, trying to drag me to his car, but my legs refuse to move. I will NOT be going back with him, even if I have to die trying to get away from this sick fuck. I let out another blood curdling scream. People were watching, but didn't know what to do. I could tell that some people wanted to help, but didn't know how to. All that kept running through my mind, was Gerard.
***Gerard's POV***
I was listening to the band with Mikey, who was getting pretty tipsy. He's obviously had too much to drink. We were both rocking out until a familiar voice let out a scream that left me with goosebumps. I know that voice. I'd know that voice anywhere. The band even stopped playing, which is when I knew this wasn't all just in my head. Something happened to my baby.
I used all my force to shove past all the people who were crowding the bar area. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I knew something like this would happen. I fucking knew it. Never again am I letting that girl come to a bar with me. Even if I need her like I did tonight. All these fucking bastards wouldn't get out of my way. Some people even shoved me back, almost causing me to fall.
"Let me go you fucking piece of shit!!" that was definitely her voice. I started to go into panic mode. I used all my strength, and pushed everyone our of my way, and punched anyone who refused to move. I finally made my way to my wife, who was screaming and kicking while being thrown over the man's shoulder.. I immediately rushed towards the man and punched him in the nuts, causing him to drop Chris. She landed hard on the floor with a loud thud. I'll apologize for that when I'm done killing this son of a bitch.I noticed her lip and nose were bleeding pretty badly. Fuck. I looked at the fucker who did this to her with pure hate and disgust. That's when I recognized the evil face. Chrissi's dad. I looked that dick in the eyes, and punched him with all my strength, which sent him stumbling backwards. I punched him again in the gut, another in the throat. I kept beating him until I heard police sirens. I then felt two arms wrap around me, pulling me away from her fucked up father. I turned around, and saw Chris.
"Gerard, stop!! They'll arrest you, know let's go!" she screamed, tugging on my sleeve.
"I'm not going anywhere until I kill him!" I screamed, send kicks to his stomach.
"No, Gerard! Let's just go!" she pulled me again, causing me to stop. I spit on his face, and let Chrissi drag me to the car.
"You see, Chrissi? This is why I'm protective. This is exactly why I'm always worrying about you. Chris, I am so sorry I asked you to come here." I said while trying to wipe the blood off her nose and lip with a tissue.
"I-I'm sorry, Gee. I really am."
"No. Don;t be sorry. He's going to jail. It'll all be okay." I rubbed her back.
"I hope so...."
I kissed her cheek, which was still covered with a bit of blood. If the cops hadn't come, and if Chris didn't pull me away, I would've killed that bastard right then and there. Mikey, Chris, and I stayed in the car, and watched as David was shoved into the cop car. The witnesses of the incident must've explained everything. I heard Chris let out a sigh of relief, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I kissed her head, and felt relief wash over me. The man who ruined her life was now spending the rest of his fucked up life in jail. I started the car, drove home with Mikey singing to himself in the backseat. This was going to be a long night.
OMG that was so sad when Gerard was begging for forgiveness :'(
1/11/14