The Personal Assistant - COMPLETED

By the time I made it to Gerard's house, I barely could move. My feet were burning, running without shoes was torture on my bare feet. I pressed the code to open the gate, in the driveway I noticed Mikey's car was still here. The gate closed behind me, and I made my way to the front door. In my last burst of energy I begin to pound on the door.

"Gerard! Open the door! Please!" I screamed and screamed hoping he wasn't asleep. Tears filled my eyes, my body ached and I just wanted to collapse. My knocks started to get weaker and slower, my energy finally slipping away. I couldn't hold myself up anymore, and the last thing I remember is falling to the ground and the door opening.
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"I love you." The words just slipped out of my mouth in a low whisper, did she hear me? Maybe she didn't because she just kept walking home. I watched her walk away, letting out a long sigh. Even after all of this, I still have feelings for her but I shouldn't.

When I got inside, everything was quiet and I enjoyed the silence. I made coffee, not really tired and not ready to sleep. There was something on my mind keeping me awake. Well more like there is someone on my mind, Shiloh. The night's events played over in my head, what would have happened if she didn't stop me?

I know what would have happened, I hate myself for it, and I feel guilty. Should I tell Lynz? I'm on thin enough ice, if she finds out I kissed Shy again she would lose it. What sucks is she wouldn't take it out on me, she'd go after Shy even though I'm the one who kissed first. I shook my head of all thoughts, making my way upstairs to check on Bandit.

When I opened the door I saw one of the sweetest things. Mikey and "B" were lying on the floor sleeping, they had built a fort and was inside of it. I quietly closed the door, trying not to wake them. With my mug of coffee in hand I headed for my office. I started to sketch, usually I drew on something electronic but this called for more of a personal touch.

I wanted to create several sketches, which would make a story. My hands just moved freely on their own, not knowing what I was doing exactly. Soon I had several pages sketched out, but I was out of coffee. So I headed into the kitchen to find Mikey and Bandit eating breakfast. "Well good morning, where have you been?"

"Out, hey sweetie." I kissed Bandit's head softly. "Were you good for Uncle Mikey?"

"She was an angel like always."

"I saw the fort you built, very nice. What time is it?"

"Almost noon, what have you been doing?" That's when I noticed they weren't eating breakfast but lunch.

"How long have you guys been up?"

"For awhile but we know not to disturb you when you're in your office. Working on something big if you lost track of time. Last time I remember you doing that we were writing a new song." A new song, a song no one would ever hear now.

I was about to respond when a loud pounding came from the door. "What the Hell?"

"Daddy you said a bad word."

"I did, now never repeat what I say." The pounding continued and suddenly a voice followed.

"Gerard! Open the door! Please!" That sounded like Shiloh, she sounded in trouble and desperate. What was wrong? I looked at Mikey, both of us not sure what was going on. I walked to the front door, opened it and saw nothing at first. My eyes finally moved down to see Shiloh, she was bloodied and bruised badly.

"Mikey! I need help!"

I heard little Bandit's voice, "daddy what's wrong?"

I kneeled down to her and looked her straight in the eyes to let her know I was not joking around. "Bandit I want you go upstairs to your room and I want you to shut the door. Do you understand?" She nodded and ran off upstairs. Mikey came out and saw who was at the door.

"Gerard, is that Shiloh? What happened to her?"

"I don't know but we need to get her inside." We laid her on the couch, I didn't care about getting blood on it. All I cared about was finding out what happened and who did this. "Mikey, I need you to get me a glass of water and a wet washcloth." He ran off to get what I asked. I brushed Shy's hair out of her face, "Shiloh? Please wake up, please."

I was trying to remain calm but deep down I was furious, I was ready to murder whoever did this. Mikey came back and I thanked him, "Shy, come on, please wake up." My hand gripped hers tight, finally I felt something back. Her fingers wrapped around my hand.

"Gerard?" Her voice was weak, I sat her up a bit just so she could drink some water. After she took a few sips she fell sleep again, I didn't blame her obviously she was attacked in some way. Without leaving her side I somehow drifted off to sleep.

It wasn't until a sweet voice woke me up, "Gerard? Gerard wake up." My eyes opened to see Shiloh staring back at me, she was alive and awake. With the help of Mikey and I, we got Shiloh to sit up but she was in so much pain.

"Shiloh, what happened? Who did this?" She remained silent, couldn't even look at me. "Fine, first things first. We need to clean off the blood and see how bad your wounds are, you might have to go to the hospital." I decided to wash her face first but anytime I tried to touch her she turned away.

"Shy, I'm not going to hurt you but you have to let me help you." She finally let me clean her face off, her eye was nearly swollen shut and bruises on her cheeks.

"Gee, she's got blood everywhere." Next I did her arms, which were covered in scratches.

Then I noticed something shining, "Mikey I need tweezers. Check the bathroom drawer please." He came back and handed me the tweezers, carefully I pulled out a piece of small glass from her arm. After a few more tiny pieces and washing the blood off, I could see all the tiny scratches and bruises that ran up her arm.

Her dress was torn and ripped, almost falling off of here and she wasn't wearing any shoes. Then I noticed her necklace was gone, instead more bruises surrounded her throat. "Her knees look really scrapped up." Mikey crouched down next to her, I saw the fear rise in her eyes.

I took the wash cloth and started to wash her knees and legs, they were shaking and she begin to tremble. When I tried to separate her knees to make sure I got all the blood she pushed me away. "Shy, I have to make sure I got it all. Now, let me finish." I tried again but she wouldn't budge. Her arms were wrapped tightly against her knees.

"Shiloh, you know I'm not going to hurt you." She started to mumble, more like whisper out loud.

"Please don't touch me. Please don't hurt me." Her whole body was shaking, I had to make sure she was okay. It killed me to put her through this but it was the only way.

"Mikey, can you please hold her arms." He understood what I was asking but Shiloh started to have a panic attack.

"No, please don't. Mikey, please you don't have to do this." With a little force I got her knees separated and finally realized why she was afraid to let me touch her. She started to cry, Mikey gave her a hug but she really needed a hospital.

"Mikey?"

"What's wrong?"

"There's blood and bruises all over her inside thighs."

"No, that can't be. That means...that means she....."

"Someone raped her." My heart sank just saying the words out loud and Shiloh started to cry more. "Shy, I'm going to take you to the hospital now."

"I'm coming with, I'll call Sarah and have her come over to watch Bandit."

"That sounds fine, I'm going to write a note for Lynz when she comes back. Shy, look at me okay." She looked up at me, "I have to go grab some things okay, after that I'm not leaving your side. Okay?" I ran off to my office and packed a bag, filled with my sketches I already did, pencils and paper. Then I packed it with some extra clothes and random things I thought I needed.

Sarah and her little boy showed up, she rushed over here. We told her minor things, I said goodbye to Bandit and told her I had to go make Shiloh feel better. Then I told Sarah when Lindsey gets home, there's a note on the kitchen counter for her.

Mikey and I got Shiloh in the car, she whimpered from the pain. She was still wearing her torn dress, I would have Mikey go out and buy her a couple of new clothes after we got her settled in the hospital. I still couldn't believe this, here I thought them beating the crap out of her was bad. The bastard actually raped her too, I swear if I find out who did this, they will be begging for me to stop.

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