Keep Me Safe from Myself

**Time Lapse**

It’d been about two weeks since Gerard left with the boys to go record some of their singles. He’d somehow convinced Mikey to join the band, and Frank was more than willing. I’d met both Ray and Bob the day they left. Ray had a big afro and was such a sweetheart, the complete opposite of Bob. He seemed to really distance himself from us, glaring at me for most of the time I was being introduced. His eyes seemed to pierce right through me. It wasn’t a friendly stare either. His eyes were dark, too dark for my liking. His face had a twisted shape to them, like he was in pain, or holding himself back from beating the shit out of me. I don’t know what his problem was, but he really creeps me out. At least Gerard had noticed the tension and separated me from the group. I’d driven them all to the airport and shared a long goodbye kiss with Gerard, much to the chagrin of the others, before driving back in silence to the now-empty house.

I’d spent my days watching TV and working on my online schoolwork. With Frank and Mikey not here, I had to do everything myself. It was nice having the house to myself, I could blast my music full volume without criticism from Gerard. He had no problems with my taste in music, but usually he was napping or trying to concentrate on his artwork, or writing lyrics in that little book of his. He never let me see what was inside them. He’d even taken it with him, sneaky bastard.

I was working on my Calculus homework with my headphones blaring when the music suddenly died down. I pouted and glanced at my phone. Gerard had bought me a new IPhone almost the same day I had woken up. I’m still extremely grateful, I don’t think I could go a day without music. The nickname he added flashed on the screen.

Call from Gee-Bear

I smiled and immediately picked it up. I had to admit, I was a bit ticked off. I hadn’t gotten to talk to him as much as I wanted too. Jackson wouldn’t let me use my phone when the shop was packed, and since it was winter break that was every minute of every day. Not that I minded, I enjoyed helping people and would much rather have a full shop than just sit for hours doing nothing while Gee and his little band of misfits were recording.

“Helloo?” I called sweetly, drawing out to ‘O’.

“Might this be the phone of the beautiful Ms. Daze?” I heard from the other end. There was some laughter on the other end, followed by a high-pitched ‘awwwweeeeeeeeee’. I giggled into the receiver.

“Actually, this is her sister, Hannah. May I take a message?” I rolled my eyes and heard Frank laugh in the background.

“Awwe, don’t be like that, babe. So we’re editing the last song and so far the producer loves it. He’s gonna call up a friend of his and try to hook us up with a few gigs around town. Small places, bars and such. I’m bringing home a CD so you can listen to my oh-so-sexy voice.” Ahh, the sass. The thing I missed the most.

“So you’ll be home soon?” I asked excitedly. As much as I was excited for their band to be picking up popularity with producers, I missed my Gee.

“Yeah, we- hold on.” He cut himself off and I heard him yell ‘Yeah Bob?’ in the background.

“Hey, babe, I gotta go. Bob needs help with the soundboard.” You could hear the thick addition of disappointment in his voice.

“I thought he was some sort of genius when it came to that?” I sighed. I wanted to talk to him, have an actual conversation. It seemed like every time he tried to call either I was working or he got cut off a few minutes in.

“Me too.” He groaned, and yawned. “I’ll see you soon baby, just one more day.”

“I’ll be counting the minutes. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

I clicked the receiver and continued on my math homework, my music again blaring through my white and black headphones. I checked the time. Shit, was it eleven already? I walked back to my bedroom, and started to strip naked, part of me hoping Gerard would bust through the door and take me right there on the floor. My eyes glanced the almost empty room. Gerard had packed almost every item he owned, and for the first week I had these nightmares that he had packed all of his stuff because he had left me, or in some sort of catastrophic event, he had dead and was never coming home. I talked them over with him, and he had assured me nothing of the sort was going to happen. It made me feel all warm inside, knowing he understood. I’d definitely shed a tear or two during those moments.

I slipped into one of his sweatshirts and a tiny pair of my pajama shorts. I took a deep breath, the strong scent of cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes filling my nostrils. I hummed loudly and slipped under the covers. Gerard tried not to smoke in front of me, I wasn’t a big fan of the smell of nicotine. I was okay with the scent right now though, because it reminded me of him. It helped me relax, like he was right here with me coaxing me to sleep. But I was too excited to sleep, so I just stared at the ceiling until my eyes reluctantly shut and I passed out on his side of the bed.

Notes

Filler, I know I know. Ok SOOO I'm not sure what to do. Should I-

A: End this story within the next chapter or two and start a sequel.
B: Continue this story

I really think I should end this one because since the ex-boyfriend is now dead, I really want to start a second storyline. Im just not sure whether to just shift the storyline HERE or to start a sequel on a different story.

I really need your input on this guys. Please let me know <3

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-Hazel