Y/N POV.
I stand behind the counter and lean on the work space. It's just another boring day in my life. I hate it. Nothing happens.
A little explanation: My name is Y/N Y/Ln. I'm a barista in a café in Belleville. I live with my two year old daughter in a flat and my sister Y/Sn just lives two blocks next to me. Our father died while he was on a mission, he was a cop. He died when I was 14 years old and my sister 17. Our mother was really depressed after it. She drank much alcohol and tried to kill herself. Y/sn stopped her. When I was 18 I moved out of the house and into my own flat. Shortly after I found my best friend. Y/bfn. She/He is the best. Two years later I met Jack. Another two years later I was pregnant with his child. But he changed after that and got abusive. He hurt me and even the child. I really want to break up with him, but I'm scared of what he will do if I do so.
And now we are here. In this little "restaurant" and I almost die of the boredom. I look under the working space and play a bit with my thumbs.
Then I hear footsteps coming to the counter and look up. A man with light brown hair, hazel eyes and glasses stands there.
"Welcome. What can I do for you?", I ask in a nice tone.
"Oh.. eahm.. three cappucinos and a espresso.. p.. please..", he asys and seems really nervouse.
"Sure. To take away or drink it here."
"H.. here please.."
"Perfect. Tell me which table and I'm going to bring you the coffee when it's ready."
He points in the direction and I nod. He walks away again and looks just to the ground. He was really cute.
I finish the coffees and walk up to the table. He sits there with three other guys. One of them has an afro, the other one black hair where the sides are bleached and the last.. and the last one looks really hot! Oh.. eahm.. I.. I mean he has long black hair and wears red makeup.. he also has hazel eyes and looks much like the dude that ordered. I mean.. they look much alike but also so different at the same time.. you know what I mean?
I put the tray on the desk and place the coffees next to it.
"So. Three cappucinos and a espresso. Everything. Right?", I say and the boys nod, "Perfect. Enjoy your coffee."
They say thank you, I smile and walk back to the counter. And again it's boring. Sometimes I look to the guy with the black hair. He looks really good..
I almost fall asleep. But eventually I can hear someone clear his throat. I look up and see the black haired dude.. suddenly I'm wide awake again.
"S.. sorry..", I mumble.
He giggles a bit and smiles to me.
"No problem. Just wanted to pay. My little brother forgot it and was afraid to walk up again. He is very shy.", he explains.
"Oh.. that.. that's cute.. I.. I'm sorry, again.."
"Like I already said, no problem."
"Okay.. eahm.. three cappucinos and a espresso. Right?"
He nods, "Right."
"Okay. That would be 10,99 $ please."
"Here you go."
I want to give him his change but he refuse to take.
"I can't take it. That are 9,01$ tip.", I say.
"I know. But you are such a friendly person..", he looks away and starts to blush a bit.
I also blush.
"T.. thank you.", I say.
"Nothing to thank for. Have.. have a nice day.", he says, looks back to me and smiles.
"Thank you.. you.. you too..", I say and smile back, still blushing like hell.
The boys left and after another hour my shift found finally an end! I throw my uniform in my locker and get my bag. I take out my keys and unlock the car. I drive to my mother to get my daughter. After an half hour I arrived at the flat with her in my arms. I quietly open the door to the flat and walk in. I lay hear in her cradle and walk into my bedroom. I lay down in the bed and want to sleep when I hear the door open.
I sit up and listen for a second. The bedroom door got ripped open. Jack enters the room. And with him comes the smell of alcohol.
"What are you doing here?", I ask him.
"I want you! I want you to fuck me! Let's do it!", he screams.
"Jack. A bit quieter. She is already sleeping."
"I don't give a fuck! Let's do it now!"
He takes of his shirt and lets his pants fall down. Following by his boxers. He comes into the bed and starts to kiss me rough. His hands go to my back and he wants to take off the night dress I wear.
"Jack. Stop."
"Never."
He kisses my neck and wants to suck on it. I push him away.
"Get away. Now.", I say angrily.
"Why should I? You are my girlfriend and I want sex!"
"Then get a whore. I'm not your slut. I break up. Fuck you and piss off."
"W-"
"Now!"
He takes his clothes and leaves. I fall back onto the bed and sigh. It was honestly a relief.
Gerard POV.
"Yooooo. Mikeeeey! I.. I need your help again..", I say to my little brother through the phone.
"Gee. It's 1 a.m.. I want to sleep."
"Please Mikes. I.. I don't know how I should do it."
"Again?"
"It's not what you think!"
"Okay. I'll play dumb. What is it this time Gee? Why do you need my help?"
I look at the dead body laying next to the wall. Blood blood and more blood is around it.
"Hide a body.."
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Life On The Murder Scene - Gerard Way x Reader (English)
FanfictionY/N works in a little café in Belleville, New Jersey. They had a normal life, but when the man with the black hair and hazel eyes stepped into it everything changed for them. They always think about him, but what they don't know about this gentleman...