My Captivating Romance (with a serial killer)

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December 13th

I awoke the next morning feeling dazed. Gerard and I had fallen asleep, naked and tangled together in a mess of limbs. Now, I was in the bed alone. I stood up and instantly felt something between my thighs. I reached down and shuttered at the feeling of blood and condom lubricant dried onto my sensitive skin. I felt sore as hell down there.

I quickly slipped into the master bathroom and started the shower. I was already naked so I jumped right in, letting the hot water stream over me. I set to work cleaning all of last nights events from between my legs, being careful of my still healing wounds.

I got out and toweled off, wrapping up my hair before picking out a sweater and comfy yoga pants. The snow had started up again, not unusual for December, especially in the mountains. I was nervous about seeing Gerard, considering what happened last night.

I tiptoed into the living room and found Gerard slumped on the couch. He was starting out the window blankly, an almost depressed gaze on his face. He glanced over at me and sighed softly. I stood a moment, watching him as he grabbed the remote and flipped the tv on.

"-closing in on serial killer, Gerard Arthur Way. Some of you may remember our report in September, when he abducted a young nursing student from Trenton, New Jersey. Contrary to what police initially believed, the young woman, Joliet Marie Sinclair is alive. The pair were spotted at a gas station just outside of Boulder, Colorado. This footage was found today."

A grainy video played on the screen. I brought Gerard a cherry slushie as he was pumping gas into the Impala. I handed him the neon red drink and he stroked his thumb across my cheek. I couldn't believe how intimate the whole exchange looked. The tv went back to the newscaster.

"The FBI has taken over the active manhunt for Way and the extensive search and rescue for Sinclair. In other news-"

Gerard turned the tv back off and slumped further down on the couch. I quickly sat down beside him.

"Gee, what's gonna happen?" I asked.

"They're gonna take you from me. But I won't let them. I'll die before I give you up." He slurred.

"Gerard," I began angrily. "Are you seriously drunk? It's ten in the fucking morning."

"I'm troubled, sugar."

"You're unbelievable."

"I really don't need your attitude right now. It doesn't help." He growled.

"Whatever." I muttered, standing and walking my ass back to the bedroom. I flopped onto the bed, bumping my elbow on something tucked under Gerard's pillow. It was his notebook. He was always writing in it, though he shied away every time I tried to sneak a glance. Serves him right, getting drunk, again, I deserve to look at his notes.

I angrily grabbed it and began flipping through the pages. They were all sketches. Some appeared to be mythical creatures and others, superheroes. Most were of a woman. The more I looked, the more I realized the woman was me. He had sketches of me sleeping, eating pizza, sitting with Frank, making dumb faces at him. All with dates, the most recent being from last night.

It was a sketch of me, sprawled out in bed, the sheet tangled around my hips, my bare breasts out, arms up, eyes closed with a peaceful look on my face. He even put the little cuts on my thighs. In the corner in his sloppy writing;

You surrender your heart,
I surrender every dream,
Every weapon you've got,
Every secret that I keep,
You can fight this all you want,
But tonight belongs to me
And I'll watch you in your sleep
'Cause tonight belongs to me