I Think I Just Got Your Family Killed

Chapter 1

I had just been to an My Chemical Romance concert, and I was now on my way home. It was dark and I was alone near a large city, but my house was only two miles away. I am athletic and walking that far was not an issue.

Yes, my parents had warned me, but I got what I wanted when I really wanted it. Truly, I was now wishing they had not caved so easily. The city looked awfully scary to a fifteen year old girl.

I sighed as my bright pink wallet slipped to the ground. It only had fifteen dollars and my information, address, and number so it could be returned if found. I slowly bent down and picked it up, half heartedly shoving it in my back pocket.

As I bent down I heard a door slam, the sound came from a side of the theater I had just been in. Soon, I heard a muffled scream. As I peeked down the alley I saw Gerard Way, the lead singer of My Chemical Romance fighting against a very large man who seemed to be holding Gerard against his will.

"Shut up!" The man said as he kicked Gerard.

I knew something was very wrong and I instinctively grabbed a large metal rod that was lying near a trash can.

I crept up right behind the large man, he was too distracted by Gerard's wriggling to hear me.

"THWACK!" The rod made a sickening sound as it hit the mans head.

Blood came out of the wound I had inflicted as the man dropped to the ground.

"Oh god. Uh. Thank you?" Gerard stuttered, he looked quite shocked.

"Your welcome, I guess. I was just acting on instincts and adrenaline." I replied nonchalantly.

 "He was my security guard. I completely trusted him..." He said, shaking his head.

"Look, sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but we should get out of here before he wakes."

"Yes, sorry. Why don't you follow me?"

Gerard led my down the alley, away from the street I had come from.

"Why in the world would you go in to a dark alley with that man? Yes, he is your security guard, but what possible sane reason could he have for taking you there?"

As we turned down a connected alley my question was answered. The tour bus was waiting, out of view from crazed fans.

"But where are the others?"

"Signing stuff, I left because I had a really bad headache."

"How di-"

Gerard interrupted me, "I am sorry, but like I said, really bad headache. Would you mind waiting till I got some aspirin?"

"I guess."

He pulled a pair of keys from his pocket and unlocked the bus, "All aboard!"

I rolled my eyes and climbed on to the bus. Gerard went to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of aspirin.

"Hey, you okay?" He looked concerned.

"Yeah." I dropped down on a couch without being invited and threw my feet, in their muddy shoes, up on their clean white pillows and smiled.

"So, we should probably get you to whoever is supposed to get you home." He said, clearly agitated by my rudeness, but attempting not to show it. He was a nice guy, a softy. Well, guess what? Nice gets you nowhere. I learned that myself.

"I walked."

"Oh. Uh, do you have um... Family problems."

"No." I replied sharply, "I wanted to. Drive me to my house."