The Light behind your Eyes (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 12 Julianne

Julianne

I flung myself back in my chair.

"Oh my God," I muttered under my breath. I'd just finished watching the second in the series of videos being broadcast of October and Frank. The video was being flagged and pulled down everywhere. Just to view it you had to find the few obscure sites that would keep it posted. It was too explicit to be shown on TV. Dominic can't know about this yet, I thought to myself. Maybe I could hide it from him. No, everyone would be talking about it. Gerard had called me an hour ago to alert me to it, before it couldn't be found anymore. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to watch it, but found myself glued to it in some sort of sick fascination. The last video posted, about two weeks ago, had cleared October and squashed rumors that she indeed was the one that had kidnapped Frank. Gerard had called me in excitement at three in the morning with that news. The video confirmed that Frank was definitely still alive, and that October had actually saved him from strangulation by getting him down from the rope that he'd hanged from. A lot of fans that had previously flamed October were now singing her praises and cheering her on. But this video was something entirely different. Everyone that knew October was going to freak when they saw this. I just hoped Dominic never saw it. It began with October sitting on a dingy bed, while Frank stood a few feet away. They were fighting, bickering back and forth about what I summed up to basically be their feelings for each other. October thought he was just horny, and he was pissed off at her assumption. Suddenly Frank damn near ran across the room and jumped on top of her. It wasn't long before they were ripping each other's clothes off. Surely, they hadn't known that they were being videotaped. The angle of the camera showed everything. Neither looked like they were thinking of anything but each other through out. Dominic would be heartbroken. He was mentioned twice, but it wasn't because October was feeling guilty. That made this video even worse. If she made it out of there alive she'd be lucky if Dominic didn't divorce her. At least she's having some fun, I thought ruefully. The entire scene looked frantic, like maybe they'd die soon without it. Maybe they know something we don't...I quickly pushed the thoughts from my mind. So, October was sleeping with Frank. Where did that put the whole 'in danger' thing? Were they really in danger? Of course they were. But maybe not that much? Or not as much as everyone was thinking? Who knew? My mind was whirling. October did look super-skinny. Frank also looked thinner than he did when I'd seen him onstage. They both looked a little beat up as well. What the hell was going on down there? The police had absolutely no luck in tracking the origins of the videos. I thought that with all the technology at their disposal it'd be easy, but I guess it wasn't the case. Whoever posted these was a total hacker and encrypted everything. Plus, the original computers being posted from were always public computers in internet access coffee houses in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. They now had surveillance set up on all known businesses with public access to computers, but thus far had come up empty handed. And this video had still surfaced. My cell phone rang, causing me to gasp. With shaking hands I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Yep, it was Dominic. Oh God, I did not want to answer this one, so I decided to let it go to voicemail. As soon as my phone beeped with a message notification, I dialed in and listened to it. It was evident that he was crying. "Please, Juli, call me back. I really need to talk to you. I'll be waiting by the phone. Please call right away." I took a deep breath and hit redial. The phone hadn't even gotten through one full ring before he picked it up.

"Julianne,"

I struggled to keep my voice sounding light-hearted. "Hi, Dominic,"

"She's sleeping with him. She's fucking that sleazy cocksucker," Hmm. Sleazy was not a word I would use to describe Frank. Cocksucker either, for that matter. Energetic, talented? Sure. Hot? Definitely. One could look on the bright side and say that October was a lucky girl. But now was not the time to argue with this insanely jealous husband about Frank's qualities.