Frank's POV

I knew she dreaded every time it was just me at home with her. She was terrified of me, and henceforth more submissive; I never beat her up really bad, just enough to keep her in line. It was easy for me to get her on her own, with Gerard still puzzling over a song he called Welcome to the Black Parade. I fucked her often, never gave her any pleasure from it. She was completely at my disposal. Just the way I liked it.

Emma's POV

I'd come to he conclusion that I'd have to choose between Frank and Gerard. The way Gee saw it, I was this freaky shared girlfriend thing. But if I told him that I just wanted to be his, not Frank's, Frank would have to go. I knew I'd have to do it soon; Gerard and I hadn't shared a bed since the night Frank...well. We were drifting, and we both knew it, and he was spending longer and longer nights at the studio writing when he could do it here, with me. I think he felt guilty for having me more than Frank did, felt that Frank should have his chance with me. It hurt that he couldn't care enough to notice what Frank was doing, and I considered running away, but where would I run to?

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I sat on the sofa, and called Gerard to join me. Frank looked at me with threatening eyes from his favorite chair. I read his expression.
Don't you dare.
'Hey, Gee' I said as he sat at the opposite end of the sofa instead of putting his arm around me. That hurt, but it made Frank's face break out into a horrible, twisted smile.
'So um, I was thinking that..' A knock on the door interrupted me. Gerard got up to open it. Just as I'd got the nerve to say that I wanted him, and only him...

Gerard's POV

I swung open the door. A beautiful girl with a sleeve of tattoos and jet black hair burst through the door and hugged me in a sweet embrace.
Lindsey.
I hugged her back, inhaled her sweet perfume. I realized I'd missed her then.
'Gerard!' She said my name with a grin.
'Lindsey, how have you been? It's been a while!' My smile was broad as she replied with a smile and compliment on my newly lightly muscled frame.
'Who's this then?' She sat next to Emma, and grinned at me.
'She's my girlfriend' said Frank. What? It dawned on me. Frank figured I'd get with Lindsey while I was here, and as the girls introduced themselves and chatted, the smile I saw on Frank's face could only be described with one word: triumphant.

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