The World is Ugly, But You're Beautiful to Me.

Bleed It Out

Emily's POV:

I am still a bit shaken from Mikey bursting in and all yelling, yet somewhat surprised but also relieved that Frank stood up for me.

"Th-thank you--for standing up for me." I say with a small smile.

He holds out his tattooed hand, clearly wanting me to take it.

"How about we go hangout downstairs for awhile, I even challenge you to a battle of epic proportions. A duel to the death at Guitar Hero. Do you accept or are you a coward" He asks grinning. I smirk up at him as I take his hand,

"Oh, you're so on!" I laugh accepting his challenge.

He leads me downstairs into the living room where Gerard and Ray are playing a racing game. Gerard is totally kicking Ray's ass, just so you know. It's starting to feel like what Frank had mentioned earlier, just one big hangout session. I'm quite relieved by this. It's much better than being tied down or restrained to the bedposts. Now, all I have to do was try to remain on all of their good sides for the remainder of the time.

As Gee and Ray finished their game and Frank was setting up ours, there was a knock at the door. I look to see someone walk into the kitchen. It was the girl who helped take me in the beginning. I tried to remember what Frank said her name was,

"Bee...Bay...Oh! Bailey." I say, thinking out loud. "Hello." I said with a little smile as she walked into the room.

Frank's POV:

 Where had Bailey been since I left? After I voice this to her she shrugs her shoulders and says simply "Out." She looks different from how she had before I took off with Emily, but what did she change? Ohhh! She's dyed and cut her hair. Now, I feel stupid, as it's a very obvious change that my overactive, yet sleep deprived mind, somehow overlooked.

It looks how mine had from what I believe the fans call the 'Revenge Era'. Not exactly though, the shaved portions are longer than mine had been and what should've been bleach blond, is a deep bloody red. Huh, she looks pretty hot. What the fuck? It's like my mind wants Jamia to kill me. Well, whatever. What she doesn't know, she can't get pissed at.

  Emily's POV:

 I look curiously at Bailey, because she looks different. She looked beautiful though, the style really suits her. She looks kind of annoyed when I say, "Hi.", like she doesn't want to talk to me or something. Frank glances at me, then at her,

"I was just about to kick Emily's as at a round of Guitar Hero, would you want to join us?" He asked smiling.

She just looked at us for a minute.

"Sure, I'll play just one round, but you both are going down!" She says, putting a wicked, cocky grin on her face.

"We'll see about that." I smirk. "I call bass." I exclaim grabbing one of the controllers. Frank ends up on the guitar and Bailey on the mic. We play the song Bleed It Out by Linkin Park and Bailey was right, she kicks our butts. She gets a 100% singing, I get 97% on bass, and Frank scored a 99% on the guitar.

"That was fun!" I say, shaking my hands from the soreness setting in after playing incessantly for three minutes.

I start wondering if my father was going to give them the money during the time Frankie and Bailey are putting the controllers up. I'm starting to like being here with the band. Half of me wants to go home, see my friends and family, but the other part really wants to stay.

I'm not sure of what Bailey thinks of me. I hope she likes me, but she seems irritated at me for some unknown reason. She seems like a nice person, but I have a feeling that she isn't so nice when she gets angry.

"Frank, can I talk to you?" I hear her say as she gets up from crouching in front of the gaming console. He nods and looks over at me.

"Emily, please go up to your room for a little while, I'll come get you when we're done." He softly says, looking at me as she glares at him.

"O-okay." I reply timidly, not want to anger him by asking to stay downstairs.  I head towards the stairs, a bit tempted to run out of the house again when I pass by the front door on the way.

Frank's POV:

"Erm, what do you need, Bee?" I say nervously when Emily dashes upstairs.

"Would you mind telling me just what in the hell you were thinking when you took that poor girl?!" She immediately rages, not even acknowledging my question.

"I-I don't know," I start,"I was only thinking of myself at the time."

"Yeah, you were only being a selfish bastard! Did it not cross your mind just once of what the guys would've done without you? What about what Emily thought? We did not take her to put her in danger, just to get a message across to her father which had nothing to do with her personally. Now, she's probably scared half to death. Did you see how she acted around me? Scared as fuck!" She continues harshly

"I see now how selfish I was in taking her, I didn't think of how it would effect her or the band and for that I'm sorry. I've also made it up to her. She is not scared, nor does she fear any of us but Mikey. Before you ask, talk to him not me."

"You fucking better be sorry." She mumbles,"And she better be treated like a motherfucking princess or I'll kick your munchkin ass, got that you crazy bastard?" She finishes the last part with a slight smirk.

"Okay, first off, I'm not that short; and second, yes I understand, your majesty. I missed you, Bee. Where have you been?" I say laughing lightly, and giving her a hug.

"Around, I thought since we're kidnapping people and stuff, I should change my whole look in-case we get caught. I don't know if I like it or not, but it will have to do for now." Bailey explains shrugging.

"Bailey, I think you look even more beautiful than before. If that's even possible." I tell her, smiling and looking down at my old beat up Converse.

"Aww! Thank you, Frankie!! This is why I love you, like a brother of course." She says, giving me a bone crushing hug.

"Love you too, Bee. I'm glad to have you as my sister, blood or not, but I would also be glad if I could breathe" I choke out laughing.

"Damn right you're glad! Oh, sorry about that." She says, releasing me of her vice grip, "So, do you like Emily?" She inquires, putting extra emphasis on the word 'like'.

"N-No! I h-have a wife! That would be almost as b-bad as cheat-ting on her." I rush out defensively.

"Aha! I knew it! You totally do!" She says triumphantly, like she'd just won a bear out of one of those impossible crane machines.

"W-What?! How d-do you--What makes you t-think I d-do?" I stutter out incredulously.

"When you're lying or nervous you stutter. There was nothing to be nervous about in that question, so you must have been trying to fucking lie to me. Which, by the way, you fucking suck at . Oh and you have my blessing, Jamia dislikes me."

"Oh fuck you, Bee. I'm a master at all forms of deception, especially lying, and Jamia only dislikes you because you act just like Pete Wentz does, obnoxious and inappropriate." I explain, sticking my nose in the air.

"Uh huh, sure, and I'm Jack-motherfucking-Sparrow."  She laughs, each word oozing with sarcasm and the foul stench of what smells to be victory, "Pete Wentz is hilarious! How could she not like him?" She rants to herself after that, I can't understand most of what she's saying. Eh, she does this all the time, especially when she is drawing. Her and Gerard are the artists of our group of friends. Both equally amazing. 

Well, might as well go get Emily and see what she wants to do next. All of a sudden, as if on cue, I hear Emily scream my name, but not before a huge crash of what sounds like glass sounds from up the narrow stairway. I dart up the stairs but I'm too late. The door is flung open, window smashed, and what appears to be her blood staining the shard covered window sill.  

Fuck.