Helena

Helena's POV

Violent knocking slammed through the silence of the house. I imagined Bandit crying. I sighed and sat up. I looked to Gerard's side. Nope, still not home. I looked at the alarm clock on the table. 3am. I groaned and buried my face into my pillow, trying to blank out the irritating bleat. The knocking continued and poked into my sleep clouded mind. I suddenly felt very awake. I sat up straight in bed. I felt slightly afraid, who would be hammering at my door at 3am? Slowly, I left the bed and went downstairs. I stared at the door. The knocks were growing more and more feeble, as if the knocker were getting tired. I moved forward and glanced into the peephole. I sighed of relief at the sight of a long mop of the familiar red messy hair that matched mine.

I opened the door quickly and flung myself at him. He caught me and stepped back onto the other step. "Oh thank God." I whispered. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside locking the door. I flicked the light switch on and winced at the harsh brightness. "Where the hell were- Oh my God Gerard!" I exclaimed when I stopped squinting. His nose was smashed and bloody, a small gash was right above his right eye. His hair hung forward in messy clumps, wet from either blood or what smelt like alcohol. "What the fuck happened? Are you okay? Stupid question." I said hurriedly, examining him.

I didn't even wait for him to respond, I tugged him into the kitchen and pointed for him to sit on the counter. I got some plasters and wet cloth. I noticed his left hand was bloody and had glass shards in it. He sat there, looking guilty and regretful. Once I came up to him clutching the wet cloth, he looked up at me properly with sorry eyes. Silence filled the room as I blotted away the blood being careful not to press to hard. He still winced in pain. "So care to tell me why you came home at three in the morning bloodied and reeking of alcohol? Are you drinking again?" "No, I swear. I found the people who got you. In a bar. And I confronted them. But one of them threw a beer bottle on my head."

He mumbled avoiding eye contact. I nodded, he was telling the complete truth. "Please tell me the other guys are worse than you? And what happened? " I asked laughing a small bit. He smiled and looked down. He didn't reply. He probably didn't want to relive that night yet. I could just ask him in the morning. Once his nose was cleaned up, I checked if it was broken. Luckily it looked fine. Once his face was cleaned up I swept his hair back and looked at his bandaged face as he looked down. I took his hand slowly and picked out the glass shards carefully as he winced.

I wrapped his hand up and kissed it. I looked at him and put his hair behind his ears. I grabbed his cheeks and planted a small kiss on his bloody lips. I may have gotten blood on mine but I didn't care. I kissed the bandages and his nose. He smiled slightly and I took his good hand and pulled him off the counter. He was still shaken up and reminded me of a deer, so fragile. I led him upstairs and into our room. I handed him his pajamas and he changed. I helped him into bed and crawled in next to him. He laid on his back staring up at the ceiling blankly. I kissed him before turning and falling asleep.

It was the next morning and I woke up early and got dressed. I left Gerard's clothes on the bed next to him. He was still asleep. I made coffee and pancakes. I put them on a plate just as I heard the shower turn on. I got the first aid kit and put it on the counter. I put the food in the microwave and closed it. Gerard came down slowly clutching his hand to his chest. He looked so innocent. Like a lost kid. I pointed to the counter and he sat. I stood on the stool since he was taller and changed his bandages and re-wrapped his hand. He got down and I put the kit away.

I handed him the pancakes and coffee. He just played around with his fork and never touched the coffee. That wasn't what Gerard would do. "Gee please eat. What's wrong?" I asked softly. He sighed. "I feel terrible Helena. I left you. Do you know how hard it was to walk away from your pleads for me not to leave you?" I stood next to him and hugged him. "Gee, don't blame yourself. I'm fine now and that's all that matters. Now, tell me why you are beat up and what happened?" "Well, I found them in a bar. I asked if they beat up a girl with red hair. They said yeah and I punched one of them."

He stopped and pulled me closer. "He broke a bottle over my head and I tried to punch him but missed and punched a mirror. The girl cut my eye causing the gash. I didn't touch her. I don't hit girls. One of them punched me in the nose and the rest, I beat them to a pulp as the girl ran away. The cops came and for the rest of the night I had to explain. They sent the others to jail and I was put free." He said. "Thank God you didn't go to jail." I whispered to him. He kissed the top of my head and I made him eat before we both went to the hospital.

We went to Bandit's room and she was awake. "Mommy! Daddy!" "My little Lady B!!!" Gerard exclaimed. He hugged her and I hugged her also. We spent the rest of the day with her until visiting hours were closed. The doctor said to bring her extra clothes for tomorrow since she would be coming home. Gerard and I went home and just relaxed in each other's arms. I sat on him and we started to kiss. The kiss got deeper and I felt him growing harder. He moaned as I kissed his neck. "Will you be able to handle this?" I asked. He nodded. "Race you to the bedroom?" I asked. and she nodded running off.

Notes

. I felt like updating again tho so it wouldn't be a cliffhanger and so you would know where Gee is. I hope this wasn't too sad. And if it was...please click Here for an adorable Gee gif to make you feel better. And if that doesn't work....click Here trust me that will work. So what did you think?? Comment for the next chapter!--Killjoy_Love19