Love Will Overtake Us Both

Ok… I think it’s fair to say that I love My Chemical Romance a lot; I had poster after poster of them that I could find in stores and on the internet, I had each album of theirs playing constantly on repeat and I tweeted them every day just to see if they would finally notice me.

‘Teenagers’ was playing on my stereo when I heard shouting from downstairs; not arguing again. I fling my bedroom door open “Ugh! Mom, Dad: You’re disturbing my-” I shouted from the door frame, getting cut off by my dad. “You’re such a crap wife! You don’t know how to care for a family! You can’t cook, clean and you’re never here! I wasn't born yesterday! You’re sleeping with someone else aren't you?!” He stopped speaking to slap her, on the face I presumed.
I flew down the stairs and hugged my mom. “Don’t speak to mom like that! I know she means well! Yeah, we may not see her much, she does work you know! I love her, even if you don’t.” I walked slowly towards my dad, fists clenched.
“Don’t you even think about it missy!” He raised his right fist and swung for me, hitting my nose, the bone crunching beneath the force of the punch. Blood started to pour from my possibly broken nose.

I have to get out of here; I can’t deal with this anymore.

I ran upstairs, cleaned my bloody nose up in the bathroom and headed to my bedroom. I opened my closet and found a bag, threw some clothes, CDs, my essential make-up and Converse into it, closed it and opened my window. The porch is underneath my window, all I have to do is crouch on my window frame and jump. It’s the perfect way to get out without mom or dad knowing. I followed my brain and jumped, landing on top of the porch in a squatting movie-like pose. “Right… now to jump!” I took a run up and leaped off the porch and landed safely on the ground and started running.

I ran for hours and came to a stop in front of sign that read ‘Welcome to Los Angeles’. “Shit; have I really run that far?” I shouted; I lived in fucking San Francisco for crying out loud. “Oh well, best keep going, it’s getting dark, I’ll find somewhere to shelter for the night.” A group of guys started coming my way, laughing and joking. I didn't move, I just waited for them to get closer; they carried on walking my way and then it dawned on me. “Oh my fucking God! It’s My Chemical Romance!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
“Yeah, it’s us… Who are you?” one of the guys asked me, was that Frank? I couldn't tell for sure until they were a few feet away from me.
“Are you gonna answer Frankie or not?” Gerard asked, his cute voice sounding clear and crisp in the cloudless air.
“Yeah, sorry Frank,” I muttered, blushing slightly. “I’m Leila, nice to meet you guys” I said shaking their hands, surprised when Gerard, ignoring the handshake, pulled me into a tight embrace.
“You’re freezing Leila, how long have you been out here?” He muttered into my hair, breathing in the strong scent of apple conditioner.
“Um… A couple hours I guess,” I said as Gerard let me go.
“Come on, come with us, we were on our way home when we bumped into you, you can stay with us if you have nowhere to go,” A new voice chimed, it definitely sounded like Mikey.
“Ok, I s’pose I’ll come with you; I came from San Francisco so I can’t go home tonight,” I shot my hands over my mouth, realising what I’d just said.
“Holy shit; San Francisco is miles away! Why are you out here?” Another new voice said; it obviously had to be Ray seeing as the others had all said something to me.
“I’ll tell you when we get inside,” I muttered.

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