The Lost Girl
Frank
Emma's POV
I was curled in the sofa of the music room that evening, watching the city of angels buzz with electricity beneath me. A steaming mug of hot chocolate was sat in my lap. Gerard was sat at the piano; although he didn't play, he was tapping out something, tinkling. Occasionally he'd play a chord or two on a beautiful sunburst Stratocaster, and scribble something down. He'd not let me out of his sight at all. In truth, I was tired, as it was nearly midnight and I'd not quite recovered from my escape from my house. But still, I sat up, because he wasn't quite ready to sleep yet. And he'd done me enough favors today.
I mused in the chair, changed into a pair of leggings and a shirt which swung loose on my frail frame but hugged my arms, a comfortable pale pink, all gifts from him. I wondered what drew him to the clothes. He didn't want to exaggerate my skinny stature, even though I was quietly thrilled with the loss of my curves. I'd skipped meals, gone running through hell and high water, and never gotten anywhere. I drank the last of the hot chocolate. He made the best ones. I put my mug down on the little end table, which meant I faced the wall opposite the door. When I turned back, a scream escaped me, then I was wrapped up tight in muscular tattooed arms.
'Hey sweetheart, wanna scream a little louder? Someone in Texas didn't quite catch that.' I smiled at the smirk on his face, then looked up into Frank Iero's eyes.
'So you're the reason Gerard left band meeting after only being there half an hour, huh? He nattered on about you anyways.' He didn't let me go, but held me back, so he could look at me. The bandages were steeped in blood from such an abrupt movement, but Frank hadn't seen them until now.
'Ah shit Em. Shit! Why would you do that? For Christ's sake!'
'Hey.' Gerard firmly pulled Frank away from me. 'C'mon, lets change those.' He mumbled his words. He obviously wanted to avoid this. I didn't know Frank, but I got the feeling he'd yell at me. I was right. He followed us to the bathroom.
'Of all the FUCKING THINGS EMMA. OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD DO, YOU CHOOSE THIS TO ESCAPE? YOU'RE FUCKING SPECIAL. THIS FUCKIN' IDIOT' He gestured to Gerard, 'TOOK YOU IN, KEPT YOU SAFE, AND YOU DO THIS IN HIS HOME? I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT IF GERARD SAYS YOU'RE WORTH SOMETHING, HE FUCKING MEANS IT. HE'S TOLD ME EVERYTHING HE KNOWS ABOUT YOU EMMA WELLS, AND LET ME JUST SAY, IF WHAT I SAY MATTERS AT ALL' He paused for breath. I looked into his eyes the whole time. He was right. Gerard didn't tried to stop him, just redressed my wrists. He knew he was right, too.
'If anything I say matters' Frank said in a more collected way, 'I think you're pretty damn special too.'
'But why? You barely know a thing about me?' Gerard finished. He left the room. I wanted to ask him to stay with me, but that would be childish, so I let him leave. I felt weak from all of Frank's anger, and drained at what I'd been through.
'Because.' Frank checked to make sure the door was shut. He looked me dead in the eyes. 'Gerard thinks you're beautiful. He thinks you're talented. Funny. Kind. I think he loves you. He's known you for a day, Em. He could only base that on what he's seen. And Gee doesn't love anyone in the world but you. Okay? You think he's like this with everyone. He's not. And I promise you he'll stick with you, but you have to leave shit like this in the past. Alright?'
I looked at the tattoos on his arm, the intricate black lines woven together to create a thousand stories and memories in a simple picture.
'Alright.'
'Good. Now lets get you to bed.' He and I walked out, him holding open the door for me. Gerard was in the living room. He saw me, and came and picked me up.
'You look exhausted.'
'Thanks' I smiled weakly. He chuckled softly and the next thing I knew, I was tucked into his bed, with a soft kiss on my lips, and a promise that he would join me soon. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, without the hindrance of secrets turning the long nights into a sleepless hell.
I was curled in the sofa of the music room that evening, watching the city of angels buzz with electricity beneath me. A steaming mug of hot chocolate was sat in my lap. Gerard was sat at the piano; although he didn't play, he was tapping out something, tinkling. Occasionally he'd play a chord or two on a beautiful sunburst Stratocaster, and scribble something down. He'd not let me out of his sight at all. In truth, I was tired, as it was nearly midnight and I'd not quite recovered from my escape from my house. But still, I sat up, because he wasn't quite ready to sleep yet. And he'd done me enough favors today.
I mused in the chair, changed into a pair of leggings and a shirt which swung loose on my frail frame but hugged my arms, a comfortable pale pink, all gifts from him. I wondered what drew him to the clothes. He didn't want to exaggerate my skinny stature, even though I was quietly thrilled with the loss of my curves. I'd skipped meals, gone running through hell and high water, and never gotten anywhere. I drank the last of the hot chocolate. He made the best ones. I put my mug down on the little end table, which meant I faced the wall opposite the door. When I turned back, a scream escaped me, then I was wrapped up tight in muscular tattooed arms.
'Hey sweetheart, wanna scream a little louder? Someone in Texas didn't quite catch that.' I smiled at the smirk on his face, then looked up into Frank Iero's eyes.
'So you're the reason Gerard left band meeting after only being there half an hour, huh? He nattered on about you anyways.' He didn't let me go, but held me back, so he could look at me. The bandages were steeped in blood from such an abrupt movement, but Frank hadn't seen them until now.
'Ah shit Em. Shit! Why would you do that? For Christ's sake!'
'Hey.' Gerard firmly pulled Frank away from me. 'C'mon, lets change those.' He mumbled his words. He obviously wanted to avoid this. I didn't know Frank, but I got the feeling he'd yell at me. I was right. He followed us to the bathroom.
'Of all the FUCKING THINGS EMMA. OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD DO, YOU CHOOSE THIS TO ESCAPE? YOU'RE FUCKING SPECIAL. THIS FUCKIN' IDIOT' He gestured to Gerard, 'TOOK YOU IN, KEPT YOU SAFE, AND YOU DO THIS IN HIS HOME? I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT IF GERARD SAYS YOU'RE WORTH SOMETHING, HE FUCKING MEANS IT. HE'S TOLD ME EVERYTHING HE KNOWS ABOUT YOU EMMA WELLS, AND LET ME JUST SAY, IF WHAT I SAY MATTERS AT ALL' He paused for breath. I looked into his eyes the whole time. He was right. Gerard didn't tried to stop him, just redressed my wrists. He knew he was right, too.
'If anything I say matters' Frank said in a more collected way, 'I think you're pretty damn special too.'
'But why? You barely know a thing about me?' Gerard finished. He left the room. I wanted to ask him to stay with me, but that would be childish, so I let him leave. I felt weak from all of Frank's anger, and drained at what I'd been through.
'Because.' Frank checked to make sure the door was shut. He looked me dead in the eyes. 'Gerard thinks you're beautiful. He thinks you're talented. Funny. Kind. I think he loves you. He's known you for a day, Em. He could only base that on what he's seen. And Gee doesn't love anyone in the world but you. Okay? You think he's like this with everyone. He's not. And I promise you he'll stick with you, but you have to leave shit like this in the past. Alright?'
I looked at the tattoos on his arm, the intricate black lines woven together to create a thousand stories and memories in a simple picture.
'Alright.'
'Good. Now lets get you to bed.' He and I walked out, him holding open the door for me. Gerard was in the living room. He saw me, and came and picked me up.
'You look exhausted.'
'Thanks' I smiled weakly. He chuckled softly and the next thing I knew, I was tucked into his bed, with a soft kiss on my lips, and a promise that he would join me soon. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, without the hindrance of secrets turning the long nights into a sleepless hell.
Notes
Hiya,
So I'm going to put another chapter up tonight. Thanks for the kind comments, it really does mean a lot.
I got 120/120 on my English Language GCSE Higher Paper, and I found this out yesterday. So that along with these comments has really made me more confident!
Love always,
Em xo
@Alex Quinn
omg no way!
2/2/14