It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 22

Alice's POV:
I cry for 2 hours straight in the bathroom until I finally decide to do it. I hold my breath as I drag the blade of the knife across my arm creating deep scaring cuts. I continue cutting my skin deeply while I cry silently. There is no way I can clean all the blood off the carpet. I get down on my hands and knees scrubbing away with my shirt.
The blood dissolves into the fall out boy symbol. One of my favourite shirts... Drenched in blood. I can't let Gerard find out so I quickly hide it under the bunk bed. When I look under the bed I see a pizza slice, three of Frank's and Ray's guitar picks, a kickball and a large box with MCR memories on the front. I couldn't help myself, I threw off the lid and dove into the box. There are records, CDs, band merch and many sketches. Gerard and Frank had like 5 photos in there of just looking adorable together. There's a case of makeup, all black and red eyeshadows and pale rouge as well as heaps of little eye liner pencils.
I move the makeup and see those awesome shoulder labels with MCR written on them. There's also a bunch of velvet red ties. I see a large rose with a label on it that says Helena. I smile as I pick it up, but I quickly throw it back in remembering the blood on my arms.
I look through and find tape recorders. The minute I play one I recognise the song. It's a demo of 'the Jet set life is gonna kill you'.
I rock out to it while I look at the bottom of the box to find two plush dolls of Gerard and Mikey.
"Awww" I exclaim loudly as I examine their features.
I continue searching and I come across a bunch of flags they probably got on tour. I smile closing the lid and sliding the box back under the bed. I hide my blood drenched shirt behind the box and hope for the best.
I have no idea what to wear so I just wear the last shirt in my hot topic shopping bag. Hard to believe I've been here a whole week with Gerard and Frank. I haven't even met Mikey or Ray since first being here.
My thoughts are interrupted by a harsh bashing on the truck door. I rush out of the bedroom and put the knife in the sink. I put on a jacket covering my bloody arms and zipping it up completely.
The bashing gets louder as I rush to open the door. I stop myself quickly and look out the window. Gerard and Frank are outside in the dark banging away at the door.
"Alice let us in!" I hear Gerard yell.
I quickly unlock the door and throw it open. Gerard runs in knocking me over while Frank walks in calmly and catches me before I fall. I smile at Frank as I catch my balance. I glare at Gerard as he frantically rushes to all of the windows and locks them. He looks back at me with a permanent frown on his face. I feel disgusting as he looks me up and down narrowing his eyebrows. He looks down quickly.
"I'm uhh, I'm sorry" he says without looking at me.
I look down, I feel tears in my eyes but I won't allow him to see my weak tears. Frank stares at Gerard with a worried look as he comes over and hugs me.
"Everything's okay" he whispers stroking my hair and smiling at me.
Gerard looks over at me and Frank with a sort of jealous look plastered on his face. He turns away from me and puts his hands on the back of his head. He walks over to me shooing Frank away.

Gerard's POV:
I hate myself right now and I'm starting to resent Alice and Frank. Am I horrible person to look at Alice differently after what they did to her? Am I really? Seeing Frank trying to comfort Alice, making her feel safe and happy in his arms just sparked something inside me. I shooed him away as I walked over to Alice. She won't look at me so I force her to, lifting her chin roughly up to my face. She's about to cry, I know she is, I wipe her tears as they start trickling down her perfect and fragile face. I bring her close to me as I pull her into my arms and squeeze her tightly. For a while she tries to push me away but then she slowly starts hugging me back. I smile at her as I start patting her back feeling her tears on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Alice, I know you're still you, none of this was ever your fault but without realizing I was doing this to you, I've made you think it is" I apologise still hugging her not wanting to let go.
I realize she has my oversized jacket on again and I smirk at her. I think it scared her when I smirked.
"You're wearing my jacket?" I ask her with a smile in my voice.
She just pushes me away and looks at the ground.
"Yes, yes it is..." she admits.
"I don't mind you know, if you use it" I smile at her but she's clearly uncomfortable. I look down dissapointed.
"Well, are you coming to bed?" I ask her full of hope.
"I-I mean, can I just sleep alone?" she blurts out. I can feel my heart breaking and it probably looks pretty obvious as well. I lower my head, feeling like her worst enemy. Maybe I am, I don't blame her for being raped, of coarse I don't. Why won't she let me in anymore...