Demolition Lovers [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]]

Addicts

-Gerard's POV-

"We all do things we aren't supposed to sometimes."

"We all do things we aren't supposed to sometimes."

"We all do things we aren't supposed to sometimes."

Her words echoed around in my mind again and again, haunting every corner. I couldn't get her out. I couldn't stop thinking about her and that scared the absolute shit out of me. After everything, there are still things she doesn't know, but she just sat there. She sat on the ground, covered in bruises and dried blood, looking at me with empty eyes.

"You don't understand." I whispered shakily after a moment, looking down at her. "I'm always doing things I'm not supposed to."

"And who decides that?" She replied darkly. I'd never heard her sound like that before.

"What?"

She wiped the dried tears of her cheeks. "And who decides that?" She repeated again. "Maybe you're just doing what you think is right. I mean..." She placed her hand on her sweatshirt, "I know I did."

"What do you mean?" I took a step closer.

"I mean that I don't want to live as the girl I was before anymore. I kept telling myself I'd be stronger, but after tonight, but whenever I'm with you..." She looked up, a small smile on her busted lip, "I feel...alive. And I don't--- I don't want that to go away Gerard. The feeling I got when I saw that look on my fathers face, it was--it was exhilarating!" She brought her hands up to her hair. "I'm no longer the weak one!" She smiled as she shook her head.

I slowly got down on my knees, to where I was kneeling in front of her. I traced my fingers up her arm, and she closed her eyes.

"So don't be that girl anymore." I leaned closer, my hand making its way up her shoulder and collar bone. "Be my girl. Stay with me. We'll live the way we want to. We'll make our own fucking decisions. I'll show you how to live. How to really live. And nobody--" I ran my hand through her hair, but tugged it slightly so she'd be forced to look at me, "Nobody will ever be able to stop us."

She was shaking now, but I could see the smirk on her lips and the gleam in her eye. She was addicted. "Not Nathan." I kissed her forehead. "Not Eric." I kissed her nose. "And sure as hell-" I grinned, "Not your father." She smiled before I took her face in both my hands and pressed my lips against hers. She immediately ran her hands up my back and into my hair.

Fuck I just couldn't get enough.

I'm addicted to a lot of things, but something deep down told me that she'd be the most dangerous.

-Frank's POV-

"You know." Nathan sat down next to me on the front steps of the apartment. It'd been a long night. We had to get rid of Nathan's dads body, and I could tell it had taken a massive toll on him. His eyes were bloodshot and had deep, dark circles under them. His skin was pale, and he stared forward with no emotion, as if he was incapable of showing or feeling any anymore. "I hated my dad." He continued. "Absolutely fucking hated him, but I never thought---" he looked down, putting his head in his hands. "But I never though I'd be the one to bury him, not like this."

I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say, and he knew that.

"I've completely lost her." He looked up. "I was so selfish, so tied up in my own issues, I didn't see that Beth was slipping away from reality. I didn't---I didn't save her Frank." I could hear the pain in his voice.