The Silver Lining

I cringed as I heard the front door slam. It was finally time.

I jumped from where I was previously sitting and grabbed my best backpack making sure to grab anything that could fit. I ended up getting in all of my clothes, since I didn't have that many anyways, the iPod I spent years saving up for, my CDs, my sketchbook and pencil/markers, and a flashlight. I didn't have anything else. No money, no more blades, nothing.

I made a quick retreat through my front door, being quiet just in case my high father was still outside. I quickly glanced around before I headed off towards the park I used to go to after school as a child. I remember it had a hallowed out tree that I would probably just be able to fit in.

I shuffled down the side walk quickly, not wanting to be on the streets after dark since my town was pretty dodgy at night. I kept my head down only looking up a few times when I noticed odd shadows.

There was the My Chemical Romance tour bus. It was parked strait across from the park I was planning on sleeping at. I wished I could gather up the courage to go over there maybe, but I knew it was after dark and I would probably immediately thrown away since I was still covered in blood and bruises from today's beatings.

I was suddenly distracted by my thoughts when I ran into pole. 'Good going there, Lola.' I thought to myself as I out my hand to my head and felt a sticky substance start to leak down my forehead. Blood.

I quickly found the tree I was looking for and quickly put my backpack in before jumping up into the tight fit space. I snuggled into a ball, wrapping my jacket around my whole body as I quickly felt my whole body finally being overtaken with cold. Luckily, I had remembered to grab this jacket, or I would probably freeze in the tree overnight.

My head stopped throbbing from when I had ran into that pole, finally, and I felt my eyes start to droop down. I quickly got into a comfortable sleeping position and let sleep take over me.

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I awoke with a start as I felt something clawing at my leg. I looked down to see a squirrel freaking out all over my legs. I screamed and fell out of my resting place. I laid on the ground staring at the morning sky and stars caused by the fall. I slowly sat up, holding the back of my head and looked around for my backpack. It had fallen down with me and was now laying on my leg.

I was about to stand up when I heard yelling. My head shot up as I saw a few people running over too me. I couldn't see because my vision was still blurry from just waking up and from the nasty hit my head took when I fell from my hiding place.

"Are you all right?" I looked up to see what looked like a man with black hair down to about his shoulders standing over me with his hand out for me to take.

"Uh-" I started.

"What the fuck happened?!" Another person appeared behind him, this one a little taller with what looked like a beanie on.

"She fell from the tree, I was looking out the bus window and she fell." Another person suddenly appeared, this one was shorter then the rest and had what I thought were tattoos down his arms.

But in my confused state I couldn't tell left from right.

"What…" I started, looking up at them. They all quickly diverted their attention back to me, "What bus?"

"Our tour bus, could we bring you inside and fix your head up?" The one with the shoulder lengthens jet black hair asked.

"Mhm." I hummed In response. I felt someone lift me up quickly, causing my to groan in pain as all the blood rushed to my head.

"Sorry." My vision started to clear and I looked to see who was carrying me. If I didn't feel so tired I would have completely freaked out because I was being carried by Ray Toro.

I was was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard someone yell "Is this your backpack?"

I simply nodded and heard Ray say "She says it's hers!"

That was the last thing before the blackness closed in on me and I was pulled from consciousness.

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"Is she awake yet?" I heard a distant voice ask. W-Was that Mikey Way?!

"Not yet." I heard someone really close say. I felt a hand touch my forehead and pull some of my hair away from my face. "God, how did she get this huge gash on her forehead."

That was definitely Gerard Way.

I jumped up from where I was laying down, bashing my head into someone else's.

"Shit." I heard someone say.

"S-Sorry." I said, rubbing my forehead. I pulled away my hand and looked at the sticky red substance now coating my fingers.

"Oh my God! Gerard what did you do to her." I heard Frank say from somewhere behind Gerard, but the blood had started to drop into my eyes and I couldn't see.

"N-Nothing, Frank!" I heard Gerard yell.

All of the sudden I was picked up again. I was set back down on a cold counter somewhere. I felt someone move my hand from my forehead before I felt a warm wet cloth begin to soak the blood from my eyes then my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes to see Frank Iero's face inches from mine. He was concentrating on cleaning away my stray blood.

"Hey." He smiled at me when he noticed I opened my eyes. I just sat in shock.

"W-Wha- H-Hi?" I stuttered. I've kind of had a huge crush on Frank and Gerard for a year now. And had to admit, none of them were unattractive.

He giggled a bit as he put the cloth in the sink and helped me jump off the counter. "Don't be nervous around me. Now let's come out here and you can explain why you were in a tree and all the bruises on your body."

"O-Okay." He led me to the living room where Gerard sat rubbing his forehead, Mikey was playing his DS and Ray was sitting, looking up at me now.

"So she's awake!" He smiled and patted the seat beside him between him and an empty seat. Frank walked me over and took the empty space as I sat in between him and Ray.

"So, are you ready to tell us why you were hiding in that tree. Well before you fell out." Gerard asked, putting his hand down and looking up at me.

"Well … I, I um. Ran away." I said the last part really fast.

"You ran away? Why?" Mikey asked, looking up.

I decided since they were the hero's who brought me through it, I might as well tell them. "Well, my family was abusive and every night when I got home from school my mom would beat me, then leave to the bar, then my dad would come up to my room, and..." I looked down and continued quietly. "He would rape me then go and leave for the bar too. I just, I just got so tired."

After a few minutes I slowly took my gaze from my feet to the guys' faces. Mikey was wiping away tears, along with his brother and Ray and Frank was staring at me, his mouth hanging open.

"I-I'm sorry." I said quickly, standing up.

I felt someone grab my arm and I turned to see Frank with tears brimming his eyes before he pulled me into a hug.

"Don't apologize. We're sorry." I could tell he had begun to cry to, "You can stay with up for as long as you need, we just began tour, so you have a while. Right guys?"

I looked up up to see all the guys look up and nod their heads, silent tears still falling. "As long as you need." Mikey said, taking his glasses off and wiping the remaining tears before slipping them back on.

Gerard suddenly stood and pulled me into a bone crushing. I yelped a he hurt my ribs which were still really sore from the beatings last night.

He quickly pulled away and looked at me with concerned eyes. "What?!"

"M-My ribs." I said, looking at my arms that had automatically wrapped around my torso.

"How bad are they?" Ray asked, concern running over his face.

I looked down, not really knowing an answer. Frank slowly reached his hand to the seam of my shirt, looking to me for permission, which I gave.

He lifted up my shirt over my head and they all gasped. I stood there in my jeans and bra as Ray looked away, Mikey looked at his feet, Frank looked at my stomach holding my shirt in his hand, and Gerard clasping his hand over his mouth, but still managing to look. One of my ribs was jutting out in an awkward angle, as it usually did after beatings, my stomach had an array of hand shaped bruises, all a disgusting shade of blue, purple, green, and brown.

I looked down and was suddenly glad they didn't asked to pull down my pants because first, i had the cuts I made and second, I was wearing matching black lace undies that matched the really revealing bra I had on.

"Oh my, God." Frank said, sitting back down and putting his head in his hands.

"I-I am s-so sorry." Mikey said, still not shifting his gaze from his feet.

"No, no, it's okay. I think I look the best I have in years." I looked back down. Yeah, I haven't had this low number of marks on my body in a long while.

"O-Oh, God." Gerard let our between sobs.

"C-Can I have my sh-shirt back now?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. My boobs were already visible enough without my shirt off and without this lacy thing.

"Sorry." He said, offering it up to me. I quickly pulled it over my head and sat on the ground in between both the couches they all occupied.

"S-So? You never even told us your name, sugar." Gerard sniffled, wiping away his last tear.

"Lola. Lola Evans." I smiled back up at them.

"That's a lovely name." Frank smiled up at my cheery face.

"So, when is your next show?" I asked, pulling my legs to my chest.

"Well, tonight I believe. " Ray replied, finally able to look at me again.

"Oh, cool!" I smiled. My stomach growled really loud and I pulled my legs tighter as I blushed a deep red.

"You can come too if you want. Are you hungry?" Frank asked standing up and walking over to me.

I realized I hadn't eaten in a couple of days since my parents wouldn't ever buy me anything. "Sounds great! And maybe a little."

"Here come with me. He smiled and offered up his hand for me. I toke it and he led me to the bus's small kitchen. He prepared me a pot of coffee and got out some leftovers.

"Sorry, we didn't have a chance to stock up last stop, I promise I'll bring you out to dinner when we get to the next town." He smiled and kissed my forehead before he gave me the food.

I blushed deeply before asking "L-Like a date?"

He giggled lightly before looking up at me. "Only if you want it to be."

"S-Sure." I smiled before eating the piece of pizza he provided me with.

"Great." He wrapped his arms around me from behind in a hug, resting his head on my shoulder. I smiled widely and mentally freaked out. This was amazing. I looked up from my pizza and saw Gerard peaking in, glaring at Frank. I wondered why he was so mad.

"F-Frank." I mumbled through my pizza.

"Hmm?" He hummed, swaying a little.

I turned so he could hear me better "Ger-Gerard is glaring at you."

He looked up out of my hair and mumbled "I'll go talk to him. Here, just sit and eat." He pulled his arms away and smiled as he turned to shut the door behind him.

I finished eating my food and drank the rest of the pot of coffee. I hadn't had it before and it was amazing. I sat in a chair and finished the last glass of coffee. I was so excited for the concert later. Would I have to go into the mosh pit? Would I get to sit on the side stage? I was eagerly going through how amazing this was going to be when Frank walked back into the kitchen with me, leaving the door open. He came over and pulled me into a hug with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Um, we'll be stopping for our next concert soon. We are a little late so we only have an hour for sound check and everything. Are you ready?" he asked, a smile returning to his lips, while he still had some concern filling his eyes.

"I can't wait!" I smiled widely.

Notes

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