Charlotte's P.O.V

Wow. I didn't think Taylor had it in her. She was never one to punch people, nor was she to shout. Jacob left, giving me a 'This isn't over' look as he walked away. Dick. Patrick was here, making this awkward as fuck. He held a large bag of ice on his face as he leaned on Pete's shoulder. Pete was looking at his hands in sadness, Frank was smirking, Ray was looking around the room quietly, Mikey decided to play some music to break the tension in the room, Gerard was glaring at Patrick, and I... I was trying not to break down.

Tonight is going to be one that I'll never forget. I still can't believe that Taylor and Mikes are engaged. I feel a little guilty- a little? I mean I feel guilty. We wrecked their moment. Well, from what Taylor said before. I sent Mike an apologetic look and he smiled back, telling me that it's okay.

"That girl can punch" Patrick groaned. I couldn't contain the little giggle that spewed from my lips. Frank covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Even though Pete was blankly staring at his hands, he managed to pull a smile onto his face, along with Ray. "Oh yeah. She can definitely punch that one. Almost knocked me out when I proposed to her" Mikey chuckled.

"Jeez, almost did knock me out" the poor guy with the ice bucket on his face agreed. "Better her then me" Gerard muttered. I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Really Gee?" I smirked. "What?" He had an innocent look on his face. "Never mind. Maybe we should hang out tomorrow Mikes... When... Uh... Yeah" I coughed out, standing up. "Yeah, maybe we can have lunch or dinner somewhere and actually celebrate this" Mikey stood up from the couch.

"Do you want me to drop you guys off?" Ray asked, grabbing his car keys. "No, it's fine. This lazy lump needs to walk the... Uh... Alcohol off" I scratched the back of my head while Gerard kept his glare on you know who. "Alright, well. It was nice seeing you anyway" Mike pulled me in for a hug. "Don't get into trouble again" he whispered to me before kissing my cheek and letting me go. I nodded my head in reply before hugging Ray and Frank. "Loser" Frank laughed. "Bitch" I quickly snapped.

"It was nice seeing you again Pete" I smiled, leaning down to hug him. He hugged me back. "Uh... Patrick. It was good seeing you too... When you didn't have the bag on your face" I heard Frank giggle behind me. "Oh. You too sweet heart" he slid the bag off of his face and gave me a hug. It was an actual friendly hug, not like the ones he gave me before. But... He did say he liked me back then.

Gerard grabbed my waist, pulling me out of the hug and to his chest. Patrick smiled in a friendly manor. "In the past?" Patrick raised his eyebrows and asked me. "Yeah. It's fine. It's not like it meant anything am I right?" I smiled. "I'm sorry charlie. like you said, it meant nothing!" We were trying to lighten the mood a little before leaving.

"I have an idea. How about Charlotte, Gerard, Taylor and I have lunch and we'll have a big dinner with everyone invited!?" Mikey smiled clapping his hands together to break the silence. "Yeah, I like that idea" I smiled. "Good, now hurry along. I'll pick you two up tomorrow at eleven o'clock" Mikey grinned while opening the front door. Gerard kissed my head before sending a final glare and a muttered 'fuck you' at Patrick.

I grabbed his hands. "Sorry Patty. See you tomorrow guys!" I called out as we left the house. The front door closed after everyone waved.

I still held one of Gerard's hands as we walked. He stumbled around while walking beside me. "Okay. St-stop" I laughed, trying to stop him from walking. His head shot up from its limp and sleepy state as he looked at me. He looked pretty adorable to be honest. He came to a stop as I held his shoulders still. "Here, put your arm around me" I grabbed his arm and placed it over my shoulders. He wiggled his eyebrows and breathed out a cute but drunk giggle. "Mm-Kay" he smiled. He kissed my cheek and I held in my laughter as we started walking again, this time without a stumbling Gerard.

He sighed as he placed his forehead on the side of my face. "You smell... Really good... L-like extremely good" he mumbled. "Thanks" I chuckled. "W-Wait!! Oh my g-ahhh. Mikey baby is... Fuck. We fucked up" he stopped walking, making me almost fall over. I turned to face him and he pouted at me. "We fudged up Charlie" he started to act like he was crying. "Alright gee, it's okay" I smiled patting his head. He nodded and grinned. "Good..." He mumbled something else before walking again.

The sun was rising by the time we got back to Myself and Frank's house. "So. Patrick is a dick huh?" he laughed. "Gerard honey, please" I frowned. "Oh come on! He was like totally hugging you for too long. Creep" he muttered. I grabbed the keys to the house and jingled them about before finding the right key. "He said he was sorry, let's just leave it at that okay" I twisted the key in the lock. "But he's so... Lame" he giggled. I pushed the door open while rolling my eyes. "You've definitely had too much to drink" I commented.

"All the better to party with! WOOOHOOO!!" He let go of me and jumped around. I closed the door behind me and watched as he ran towards the living room, into the kitchen and out towards me. "Honey, no! No! Put me down!" I squealed as he picked me up, lifted me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs. I felt his grip slip a little as he got to the top step, I squealed, feeling death come over me. My heart rate slowed down as he went into my bedroom. Thank god he didn't kill me.

"Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!" He cheered. My eyes widened as he let go of me. Well, my body did hit the floor, and it hurt like a bitch. "You asshole" I held my stomach in pain. "Oh! Oh my! I'm like... So sorry!" He picked me up again. "No! Put me down!" I groaned. He dropped me to the floor again. I gasped and cringed. "No! On my fucking bed!" I told him. He laughed before picking me up and throwing me onto my bed. "Gently! Jesus Christ" I gushed. "Did you just say the lords name in vein?" Gerard raised his eyebrows at me while placing his hands on his hips. "I-I guess I did, huh?" I smiled, pushing myself up by my elbows.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to pay for that" he grinned devilishly at me. "Didn't I already pay by hitting the floor?" I murmured as he jumped onto the bed. He went straight for my stomach, tickling it.

***

After a huge tickle fest, a whole lot of cursing and getting ourselves bandaged up, we turned the TV on and started watching American Horror Story, because why the hell not? We eventually got hungry and brought a few snacks from downstairs up to my room.

I kept my eyes on the TV, enjoying the freaky shit that was going on. "She's fucking hot" I commented as the maid popped onto the screen. "Hmm?" Gerard raised his eyebrows and gave me a 'did I hear correctly?' Look. "She's sexy as hell. I'd definitely go down on my hands and knees for her" I smirked throwing a piece of popcorn into my mouth.

"Is that right huh? So. Maids uniform it is" he smiled, turning to watch the show. "What?" I frowned in confusion. "Don't you worry about a thing Charlie bear. I know your secrets" he grinned, confusing me even more. "And just when I thought you were sober..." I sighed.

He grabbed my hand and started playing with it. I glanced at him as he traced my skull tattoo. "Frank has one of these... Did you guys get it together?" He asked. "Yeah. Remember the day that Frank and I went to the tattoo place on warped?" My voice sounded really mono-toned and I frowned at myself. Gerard looked at me, eyebrow raised. "Yes. I do believe I remember that" he mimicked a robot. I snorted and threw a piece of popcorn at his face. "Loser" I chuckled.

"So... Friends, huh?" He sighed after laughing.
"Yep" I blushed, remembering my decision.
"Can we be... best friends?" He smirked, leaning closer to my face.
I looked around quickly, my cheeks burning. "Um. W-we need more popcorn" I put a fake smile on as I picked the bowl up and raced to get off the bed.

"No we don't. We have plenty" Gerard grabbed my ankle, making me slip over and fall to the floor.
My forehead hit the floor, making me groan. "Really man" I cringed as the bowl of popcorn was clearly spilt all over the ground. Great. Now I need to vacuum this shit up. "Whoops. Sorry sugar" he giggled.
"Fucking shit piss" I rolled onto my back, my feet still on the bed.

"Here" even though I didn't want to do this, it looked sexy as fuck. Gerard still held onto my ankle, sliding it away. He crawled off the bed and In-between my parted legs. I watched him, my hand cradling my forehead. He placed his hands on either side of my head while his eyes scanned my face. "Let me kiss it better" he whispered. My heart rate increased. He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from my forehead as he leaned down and kissed my sore head.

I closed my eyes as his cold lips touched my skin. He lingered before stopping, placing his free hand on one side of my face. My eyes flickered open to meet his. 'No. Friendship. That's what you want!' My brain shouted at me. 'Really? You want a fucking friendship?' My heart basically rolled its nonexistent eyes. While my brain and heart were arguing, Gerard's lips were slowly moving closer to mine. My breathing quickened.

'Yes! That's exactly what she wants and what she needs! Charlotte, tell him to stop' my brain continued.
'No, Charlotte. Kiss that man' my heart argued back.
'She doesn't-'
'She does-'

I was surprised when Gerard stopped moving. He was just looking at me with a worried expression on his face. His mouth moved but no words came out. The thumps of my heart echoed through my ears. My mouth felt dry and my eyes were slowly un-focusing themselves. My hands were trembling and the familiar tight feeling in my chest came back. No. Go away.

The anxiety hit me like a brick wall. Reminding me of its presence. He's so close to me. Gerard started panicking in front of me. He grabbed my face in his hands. His mouth was moving fast. My breathing got faster until all I saw were black dots.

"Charlot-"

I slipped into unconsciousness, the voices clouding my brain had stopped.

***

That was one of the worst panic attacks I had ever experienced.
Something cold hit me and I snapped into consciousness. Water covering my skin as I sat up quickly. My eyes widened in shock as the cold water dripped from my hair.

Frank stood beside the bed, bucket in hand. Gerard chewed on his thumb in front of the bed while Jacob stood on the other side of the bed. They all looked at me. I swallowed the large lump in my throat as the realisation hit me. I just had a panic attack.

"What the hell?" I started.
"Thank god" Gerard almost cried out in happiness.
Frank didn't say anything, he looked at me in sadness as he dropped the bucket and hugged me.
"That wasn't too bad of an idea" Jacob muttered.

I wiped my face and looked down at my lap, still in shock. My phone started vibrating. Frank let go of me as I picked it up. "Typical" Jacob rolled his eyes as he walked out of the room. I glared at him as he walked away. Dick.

"Hello" I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Charlie! God! Are you okay? Frank kind of just left without saying anything... Is everything okay?" Ray gushed.
I took a deep breath, kicking my legs off the bed to sit on the edge.
"Yeah-no, I'm fine" I breathed out, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.
"Are you sure? I'm coming over now-"
Ray didn't give me enough time to answer, he hung up on me. I held the phone to my ear, sighing and letting my hand fall to my lap.
"Who was that?" Gerard asked.

"Ray. He's coming over... I'm having a... Shower" I lazily flipped my phone away. Getting up and stumbling into the wall. My legs weren't supporting me anymore. Two pairs of hands caught me. I looked up and saw Frank and Gerard. They were looking at me with worried expressions.

"I'm fine" I mumbled, lifting myself up. I got to my feet, shrugging the extra hands off of me. I got my legs back, walking freely yet still unstable towards the bathroom. Left. Right. Left. Right. I closed the door behind me as I made it to the room I needed. Smiling in achievement.

I've had extremely bad panic attacks, ones like this, where I can't walk properly afterwards. I sat on the closed toilet seat, pulling and tugging my clothes off. I gripped the walls beside me, trying to get into the shower.

Once inside, I turned the hot water on. I sighed in relief as the warm water hit my cold skin. "-so getting her into a fight wasn't enough for you huh?-" I heard outside the bathroom door. I turned my head to look towards the voice. "-Jacob. You know he didn't cause the panic attack-" Frank's voice was muffled and I listened closer. The shampoo in my hands was forgotten. "-Shut up Frank. I'm talking to him. You. You little bastard-" Jacob growled. I rolled my eyes, really? I put the bottle of shampoo down. "-Jacob. It wasn't my fault... I don't think-" Gerard sighed.

I turned the water off while opening the shower door. "-yeah. You don't think. See how uncertain you are?-" Jacobs voice got louder. I grabbed the closest towel, wrapping it around myself. "-jake. That's enough. Seriously, stop it-" Frank shouted. I stumbled over a little, trying to get to the door. "-No. I've had enough. You need to leave my sister alone-" I tried to twist the handle open but it wouldn't budge. My hands were wet so it slid around the handle. I bit my lip in frustration. "-is that what you want!? For me to leave your sister alone?-" Gerard shouted. "-that's exactly what I want. She was normal before you came along-"

"-guys, seriously, stop-"
"-How would you know? You were too busy travelling around the world and ignoring her!-"
My heart rate quickened and I struggled to dry my hands. I need to stop them from fighting.
"-I knew her well enough to know how she was-" Jacob argued. I felt a little dizzy.
"-You know what really pisses me off? Selfish people and bad coffee. And you my friend, are selfish-" Gerard spat back.

I grabbed the handle of the door, twisting it open. My heart had increased since then, a cold sweat ran over my body and my eye sight went fuzzy.
Everyone turned to look at me. Frank immediately noticed what was about to happen. "G-guys... St-stop..." My vision went black and I fell to the floor, my heartbeat was the only thing I heard until my brain shut me off.

***

My eyes flickered open. Only to close once more. I looked around, a light flashing over my face now and then. I felt like I was being held. I also had the feeling of being moved.
"-faster-" a muffled voice shouted.
"-if I go any faster, we'll have a fucking car crash-"
"-shit. My phone is ringing-"
I forced my eyes open. My brain feeling dizzy and worn out. What the hell is wrong with me? My vision slowly focused itself onto the roof of a car.

"-yeah. It's worse. I don't know. We're on our way now. No. She's been out of consciousness for a while. It's fucking scaring me. I don't know-" I heard someone mutter. I looked around, my eyes caught onto Gerard's face. He seemed to be biting on his thumb again. I frowned as a headache formed in the middle of my head.

"Hurry up" Gerard snapped, his eyes going dark. Both of his hands encircled my head. "Gerard. If you keep telling me to fucking hurry up, I'm going to crash this goddamn vehicle. You understand me" Jacob boomed from the front seat. "I don't fucking care! Hurry up!" Gerard shouted. I moved my hand up and touched one of his hands on my face. He flinched at the sudden contact, his eyes widening.

"Oh my god! Charlotte!" He cried out. His eyes filling with happiness. "-she's awake?" Frank turned around in the passenger seat to look at me. "R-Ray. Listen buddy. She's awake. Yeah. We'll see you there" Frank hung up the phone and looked at me, reaching his hand out to grab mine. "She's awake?" Jacob looked in the rear view mirror.

"What's going on?" I croaked out.
"We're taking you to the hospital sweet heart" Frank spoke in a soothing voice.
"Why?" I felt my heart race again.
"Charlie. Everything is fine okay. Shh" Gerard cooed while playing with my hair.
I looked into his eyes. "Take deep breaths okay" he smiled, nodding his head as I followed his instructions. One breath after the other.

"She's not fucking pregnant" Jacob muttered.
"And you're not fucking helping" Gerard looked up and glared at the front seat. I stopped taking deep breaths and felt the panic rise again.
"Deep breaths baby girl" Frank squeezed my hand while smiling at me.
"Fucking cock sucker" Jake muttered.
"I heard that ass wipe" Gerard sneered.
"Look. You two aren't fucking helping right now" Frank frowned as he held my hand tighter. I continued to take deep breaths. Feeling my heart beat calm down.
"We're here" Jacob growled.
"Finally" Gerard mumbled.
I tried to get up but I was shaking too much. "Here" Gerard wrapped one of his arms under my legs, pulling me on to his lap before Jacob grabbed my arms. I squealed as they basically fought over who should carry me.

"Oh for gods sake" Frank shouted, lightly snatching me and cradling me in his arms.
"You two need to calm down" Frank called over his shoulder as he carried me into the emergency room.

***

Soon enough, I was placed in a hospital bed and put on a drip. Don't ask me what the hell they were giving me because I honestly didn't know. I had to get a blood test and was then placed on sleeping medication until they got my results back. Apparently that was because they didn't want to risk me having another panic attack.

I don't understand. I didn't think panic attacks were so bad.
After I awoke from my drug induced slumber, my doctor arrived. He held a clipboard and may I say, he was mighty fine.

"Your friends are outside" he smiled.
I didn't say anything, I was still a little bit tired.
"Charlotte, I just need to ask you a few questions before we.. You know... Figure out what's up and all that fun stuff" the doctor chuckled lightly.
I stretched a smile onto my face, making sure to look happy.
"Have you consumed any alcoholic or drug based substances in the previous 24 hours?" The doctor asked, keeping his eyes on me. He obviously knew the answers to these.
"Yes" I replied, my voice sounded croaky and rough.
"Could you please list those?" He asked, scribbling something down on his clipboard.
"I uh- had a few vodka mixed drinks last night... I think that's all I had really... Oh and possibly a bottle of whiskey" I blushed, scratching the back of my neck.
"So... You haven't consumed any drugs? Like prescription or... I don't know... Illegal?" He squinted his eyes at me, scanning my face.
"N-No. Not that I know of" I looked around the room, trying to remember. Of course I haven't taken any drugs. Shit.
"Alright..." He gave me a weird look before scribbling something down.
"Did you watch your drinks carefully? In other words, did you see somebody slip something into your drink?" The doctor looked up at me.

I frowned, what's he trying to say? Did somebody slip something into my drink? I don't think so. I mean, my drink was right in front of me. I didn't leave it- wait, I do remember giving Gerard a hug randomly... But somebody would need longer then a simple hug to slip something into my drink... Or would they?
"I did leave my drink for one moment... But it was only to hug somebody" I replied honestly. "It doesn't take too long for somebody to do that. We've had many cases like you before, just not as extreme. Whoever did this, really wanted you... To be... Well, scared" the doctor wrote something down before pushing his glasses up, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"So. You mean, somebody did this to me? Gave me drugs? So then I'd be scared out of my fucking mind with panic attack after panic attack?" I growled. "Well, to tell you the truth, yes. It seems that the drug was based on a 'amphetamine' substance, in other words 'speed'. Speed is known to cause panic attacks for people that already have anxiety. You have a past, I believe, with anxiety" he smiled, the same sympathetic look on his face.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my face. This information was too much for me. Somebody wanted me like this? But who?

"Charlotte. I'm going to ask you one more question and then we're done. Okay?" He sat on the edge of my bed. I removed my hands from my face, looking at him. "Do you know anybody that would intentionally do this to you?" He asked, his eyebrows drawing themselves together.

"No" this answer scared me. I don't know anyone that would want to hurt me. I wasn't interesting. Well, I wasn't that interesting anyway. I'm just a girl from New Jersey that happened to be best friends with Frank Iero and Ray toro, two men from the famous band 'My chemical romance'. A girl that was daughter to lead singer of 'Reckless behaviour' and to a loving mother that made a career from painting. I guess I was something to the world. I did create a comic series... I still need to finish that. And I am the ex-girlfriend to Gerard way. Not to mention, I'm-

Holy shit, I just realised who I am. Anyone would kill to be in my place right now. And that makes me extremely petrified.

Notes

Hey guys,
It's been so long.
I'm sorry! :(
Some drama is coming along. Big wedding is to arrive.
Big plans are being made.
All I can say is that this story has a 'killer' ending.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (Just stab me already)

I love you all so so much. I'll try and update ASAP.

As promised...

Give me that fucking booty. Holy shit. xx