It's not goodbye it's an I'll see you later...

"Lola honey. G-go upstairs." I stumbled over words as I saw my past infront of me. Lola nodded and skipped upstairs.

"You're not meant to get out of jail for 15 years! Why! You're screwing up again and you're... You're MAD if you think I'm going to help you." I yelled, even though I was being defiant towards Gerard. A part of me wanted to help him. But Panda and Jimmy would murder me if they found out I'd let a criminal, no-two criminals near their daughter. Even though they used to be criminals themselves...

"You see that little girl? The one that ran upstairs? That's Pandora and Jimmy's little girl. I don't suppose prison completely isolates you from the outside world so you probably know that they're famous metal musicians that tour around a lot. They pick up Lola tonight and there is no way I'm letting them find their daughter in the same house as some prison escapees." I ranted. Gerard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then he turned and laughed.

"Turn on MTV. I just remembered, today's December 28th." He ordered. I rolled my eyes and turned on the TV.

"James Owen Sullivan, the famous drummer of Avenged Sevenfold was found dead in his tour bus this morning. Later on, his wife Pandora Sullivan's body was found with a rope around her neck and a chair nearby. Police say this could only mean suicide." The butterface reporter said. My hand was over my mouth as the grief of mourning dug under my skin vigorously.

Gerard laughed and sat by me.

"Don't worry sugar, they're not dead." Gerard comforted in that charming voice. I looked up at him. He still had that same flawless face and his short, dark brown hair was now longer and black.

"They're with us." The smaller man spoke up and I clenched my fists thinking that these men captured them.

"Lily, The CAE's back. Jimmy told me to come here for his daughter and bring you with us if you agree to come along. Now, would you rather be a badass criminal with all your friends and your favourite little girl or would you rather stay a lonely author with a try hard assistant?" He asked.

And the next day I died. Died on the news as a boring famous author. But I was reborn a ruthless criminal.

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