It's Not Love If It's Just Fucking

Gerard's P.O.V

Manchester.

I have jet lag again. I just want to lay in bed and cuddle up to my gorgeous wife. I wish she had come here with me. I understand why she didn't. But I really miss her. Maybe twitter will take my mind off missing her for a bit. I scroll down all the fans tweets. 'Ily'. 'Follow me.' 'Your my dad.' Just a few of the tweets to me. I like the 'Gerard Way Pics' and 'Gerard Way Worldwide'. They gave the fans the information and pictures that the fans loved so much. They still think I'm Lola plus G. It's a information account run by someone who I don't even know. It's funny though. I dress up in the Lola costume once and suddenly I'm Lola plus G. Truth is I don't know who is in the Lola costume. But I swear it's not Frank or Lyn-z like a fan suggested after Lola joined me on a hang out session I did live on the Internet. Okay. So what do I tweet? I don't even know. I still can't stop thinking about Dee. Maybe I should get some sleep.

Oli's P.O.V

Dee's been on the phone a while now. I'm going to go check she's okay. I walk in thd kitchen and she's gone. The back doors open. Mikeys phone is on the floor.
"Guys." I shout as loud as I can."Get here now. Dee's gone."
The kitchen fills up fast. Everyone searched the grounds.
"We need to call Ed." I said. "When I find out who's got her, I'll string them up by their balls."
"Not a fucking gain." Bob was very angry."I'll fucking gut the bastard."

Franks P.O.V

Fuck. All us in the house and we couldn't protect her. "I should never have left her alone." I observed. "This is my fault."
Oli put his hand on my shoulder. "How is it your fault?"
"I promised Gerard I'd look after her." Suddenly my eye's widened. "Fuck. Gerard. This is gonna kill him." I grab my phone and scroll down to Gerard then pause. I close my eyes for a second then press dial.

Gerard's P.O.V

I was woken to my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes then looked at the name on the screen. Frank. I press answer.
Me: "Hey, Frank. What's...."
Frank: "I'm so sorry. I know you trusted me but after what happened we left her in the kitchen to talk and...."
Me: "Hold up, Frank. What are you talking about?"
Frank went quiet. I could hear various people cursing and shouting in the background. Wait...
Me: "Dee? Where is she? What's happened? Frank talk to me."
Frank: "After Mikey gave the phone to you, we left her in the kitchen...alone. We locked the back door. I know cos I locked it. I know I did."
Me: "Frank."
Frank: "Sorry. Anyway, Oli went in to check on her after about an hour, I think. Mikeys phone was on the floor and the back door was open. We searched the grounds. But...no Dee. Ed's on his way."
I froze. Oh god. Someone has Dee again. It has to be Pete. No one else would have done this. I have to get to her. I have to find her.
Frank: "Ed's here. He wants to talk to you."
Ed: "Hey, Gerard."
Me: "I'm coming back."
Ed: "You can't. "
Is he fucking kidding me?
Me: "I have to."
Ed: "If you do, Dee will be pissed at you. You can't let your fans down. I will have a police officer stick with you. Any news and I'll contact you first. I promise. But you have to play the dates as planned. Besides, we don't know who it is yet. Or their intentions. You missing one concert could harm Dee. We are not taking that chance."
Maybe he's right. But I can't just keep entertaining people when Dee is missing. I don't care about my music. If I did't have Dee, I don't think I'd care about anything.
Me: "Fine. But I get updates every hour."
Ed: "No problem."

Dee's P.O.V

I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms round them. I'm cold. I'm still in my bed clothes. A black t-shirt and black sweat pants with no shoes or socks will not keep you warm in a old abandoned theatre. I look around. I'm on the stage. It still has old speakers and microphone's scattered around. I look up as my capter begins to speak. He's sat in the front row.
"I used to love seeing you perform."Peter Draven said with a sigh. "That perfect voice and that perfect, sexy body. I loved working with you." He walked up on stage and knelt infront of me. "I still love you."
I shake my head. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "I love Gerard."
He grabs me and forces his lips on mine. I struggle and eventually push him off. "What the fuck?" I snap, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. "You don't honestly think you can give me a kiss and I will surrender do you?"

Notes

Early update. I'm updating again later. Hope you enjoy this chapter.xxx