Emma's POV

I slipped out of the white cotton sheets and dropped noiselessly to the floor. The curtains were drawn, but a tiny chink of silvery moonlight fell onto the midnight blue of the carpet. I padded across the floor, realizing that I was just in my shirt and panties. Shit! Jeans! I looked round as frantically as I dared; I needed to get out of here, before they found me. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped from my lungs as I saw them folded neatly on a chair, along with a hoodie that wasn't my own. I had been grateful for the rest, but in the morning would come talks and discussions. To be honest, I hated supportive chats, mainly because it was about 'making positive steps' and strangers 'understanding.' As I pulled the skinny black jeans up, I noticed I no longer had to wiggle in to them. If running away was all it took to drop a dress size I would have done it sooner. I pulled on the hoodie; it had a Green Day logo emblazoned across the chest. Not mine. I put my hand into my pocket, and looked for the treasure.
'Thank fuck' I whispered. It was still there. Good. Now I needed to get a good few miles in, get away from here before light. Two years ago, I would have had a fucking seizure if you told me I was in Gerard Way's apartment. Now I didn't care. Now all he was was a kind word to keep me going. Music can't save you, however how much you think it sets you free.

I walked on the tips of my toes, found the front door in the dark. As I closed my fist around the handle, another warm one covered mine. I stifled a scream.
'Going somewhere?' Gerard flicked on the lights, and placed a hand lightly on my shoulder, leading me to the kitchen. I sat in a high stool at the breakfast bar. Man, how big was this place?
'Would you like a drink Em?' I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk to him. He let out a microscopic sigh and made me a cup of hot chocolate, as well as one for himself. He didn't say a word as he pushed the steaming mug towards me. He'd even put tiny marshmallows on top. I hesitantly wrapped my fingers around it, accepting defeat. I took a sip; it was delicious. He still didn't speak, just looked at me through his lovely hazel eyes, taking in my every detail, whilst drinking from his red mug.
Odd.
It was me that broke the silence.
'Thanks for the hospitality and everything..but I ought to be going.' I awkwardly stood up.
'Sit down.' His voice was quiet but loud all at once. He wasn't inviting me. He was giving me a command. I sat.
'You show up at my front door, a broken fucking wreck, I take you in, let you sleep, and you want to go sneaking off at one in the morning? Explain yourself.' He wasn't mad particularly, just confused..and a little hurt.
'I don't want them to find me.' My voice was low, and I blinked back tears. No. Not again, I told myself.
'I ran away. My dad's an alcoholic and my mom hits me. I don't wanna go back. I wanna get further away. I've been hiding on the top floors of buildings because they wouldn't think to check there. They'll look. They'll be angry.' I just felt hollow.
'You're not going back.' I looked up at him. 'You've been abused. I'm not letting you go back there, Em. You're not going anywhere until you're well, alright?'
'But why?' It was like a dream.
'Because I like you too much. Because you don't deserve it.'
'You don't fucking know me' I hissed.
'True. But you're beautiful. You like My Chemical Romance.' He shrugged, and put our mugs in the sink. I yawned. If I had run off into the dark night, I'd have only managed to run a mile before collapsing.
'C'mere.' He picked me up, my head resting on his shoulder, my arms around his neck. He smelled of coffee and cigarettes. He carried me to a different bedroom and let me undress myself. He looked over at me.
'Do you want another top to sleep in?'
'No!' I was a little too sharp.
'Okay.' There was a hint of hurt in his voice.
'Why this room?'
'Because' he said, as he got into the bed, 'I don't want you running off again. Come on.'
I climbed in and turned my back to him. He spooned me, being gentle, being kind. I liked it. He softly kissed the back of my neck and I soon drifted off into the only world I knew without hate.

Notes

Sorry it took a while to update, I'm back at school and it's exam season.. anyway, any comments or feedback you have, you can of course reach me here or @teapartypoison on twitter.
Em xo