The Hardest Part Of This (MCR Fanfic:

Chapter Three

I woke up the next morning and my grandma was still sleeping. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat on the couch across from her bed.

She slept the whole time until I left for work. I kissed her forehead and she didn't move. I made sure she was still breathing. She was. I wrote a note to her and placed it on her bedside table, then left as quietly as I could.

The ride to work consisted of me crying my eyes out. I don't know why. I've been dealing with this for over two weeks. She's been diagnosed with cancer for four months. I knew it was coming.

But it still hurt.

I wiped my face and redid my makeup before entering the coffee shop. I was good at faking things.

"Good luck today chicky!" Nat yelled as she ran past me. She was out the door before I could reply.

I sat on the stool at the counter and waited for the rush. It came and again I did everything as fast as I possibly could. On the last customer I was serving I heard the jingle of the bell and people came shuffling in.

Someone hit the bell on the counter and I ignored them, knowing who it was. I gave the customer their coffee then went back to clean up the counter. The bell kept ringing and soon I became agitated.

"Frank would you-" I turned and looked but it wasn't Frank.

"Hey babe." Chris gave me an evil smile.

"H-hi." I smiled weakly.

"Who's Frank?" He questioned.

"No one." I shrugged. "What are you doing here?" I said quickly changing the subject.

"Just thought I'd come visit my favorite girlfriend." He laughed. "Why don't you take your break?"

I shrugged. "I guess I could..." I took my apron off and sat it on the stool. Chris took my hand and led me outside. "I'm not supposed to leave."

"Come on you're right outside. You'll know if anyone goes in." He continued leading me till we were in the alley right next to the coffee shop.

He shoved me against the wall and started kissing me.

"Babe. Please. Not now." I pushed him a little.

"It's been two weeks. I haven't seen you in two fucking weeks. And apparently there's a guy named Frank? You're such a fucking slut." He growled at me. "I'm sure if you have time for Frank, you have time for me." He started unbuttoning my pants.

"Chris stop it!" I pushed him back harder.

"Fucking slut!" I felt a stinging sensation across my face.

"You hit me..." I felt tears fall from my eyes.

"Yeah I did. And you deserved it. And you deserve this too." He kicked both of my shins so I was on the ground in front of him. "Now. Where were we?" He started unbuckling his belt.

I shut my eyes and cringed in fear but nothing happened. I heard a loud thump and opened my eyes. Gerard was standing in front of me. Chris was on the ground in front of me, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" Gerard held out his hand to me. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

"I'm fine." I shrugged.

"From what I saw you're not fine." He sounded upset. "Come on we'll take you home."

He brought me into the coffee shop where I grabbed my things. The others were waiting for us.

"Why are you guys here anyway?" I asked.

"You make some really good coffee." Frank laughed. Everyone nodded.

"We came to get some more coffee but no one was here. Gerard decided to check things out." Mike explained.

"Oh." I just glanced around awkwardly.

"Well uh why don't we get you home..." Frank offered.

I shrugged and gave him my keys. "I'm trusting you to drive me home. Don't kill me please."

He laughed and grabbed my keys. "I won't I promise. You guys can just follow us I guess."

The guys shrugged and got into their car. I got into the passengers side of my car. It felt weird. I'd always driven. I haven't had a person drive me anywhere since I got my license.

"So uh...Nikita is it?" I nodded my head and laughed at Frank squinting to see my tiny handwriting on my name tag. "Not gonna talk?" I shrugged. "I guess that's kinda normal. I mean it's not everyday that your favorite band shows up and saves the day."

"Favorite band?" I laughed. He gave me a shocked look. "I'm just kidding. Yes you guys are my favorite band."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. This was about to get awkward." I laughed "So uh where do you live?" He asked.

"Oh uh just take a right up here and it's three houses on the right." The rest of the ride was silent. I studied him. His hair was black and cropped close to his head. His brown eyes were giving me a questioning loom. "What? It's not everyday I'm next to one of my favorite band members." I stuck my tongue out at him.

He glared at me but laughed. "Well we're here." He glanced at the house.

"Do you guys wanna hang out? My Grandma's here but uh..." My voice trailed off...

"Uh...?" He gave me a questioning look.

"She's sleeping so..." I shrugged. "It's fine." We got out of the car and waited for the other guys to show up.

"Jesus Christ you drive fast." Gerard teased Frank. "Do you have any coffee?"

"Of course." I smiled. Then, I brought My Chemical Romance into my house.