Heaven Help Us (MCR/Gerard Way Fan-Fic)

Chapter Six

GERARD’S POV

I sat out in the kitchen, sipping from my third cup of coffee, waiting for Eliza to emerge from my room. I didn’t get much sleep last night.  How could I after what I did? 

I kissed her. I fucking kissed her. I kissed a seventeen year old who was my student. I’m over twice her age, and I’m her teacher. Why the fuck would I kiss her? She didn’t object, but she was drunk off her ass. I was the one that instigated it. I was a sick fuck. Oh my god. What was wrong with me?

“Mr. Way?” My attention was ripped away from the coffee mug in front of me by a soft, tired voice. 

I looked up to see Eliza in the doorway, rubbing her eyes with her fist. It took everything I my power to not let out and audible ‘aww’ seeing her dressed in the baggy onesie with the hood hanging lopsidedly over her face. She looked like a toddler who had just woken up from their nap. Well, if that toddler had a punk haircut and was dressed as a skeleton. Also if I was, unwillingly, extremely mentally and kind of physically attracted to said toddler. Yeah, I was going to hell.

“Good morning,” I say, standing up and walking over to my coffee maker, grabbing an empty mug. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Sure…” she said, walking over and sitting at the island in the middle of my kitchen. “But, why am I at your house? I thought I went home last night.” I felt relief wash over me. She didn’t remember anything. She didn’t remember the kiss.

“I found you wandering around in the streets drunk, so I brought you back here so you would be safe.” I set the cup of coffee in front of her and she gladly took a drink from it.

“Oh,” she said, almost looking like she was going to cry. “Thanks for that. My mom must’ve finally kicked me out.” Then she looked back up at me. “Did I have anything with me?”

“Uh… yeah, you had a backpack. I think I set it next to my bed,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. She nodded and put a hand on her head, groaning slightly. “Hangover?” She nods and I chuckle, standing up and walking over to the bin next to my kitchen sink, grabbing the small container of aspirin and setting it in front of her. 

“Ugh, thank you,” she said, gratefully opening the bottle and dumping out a little red pill. She popped it in her mouth and washed it down with a gulp of her coffee. Then she stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go see if she put any clothes in my bag…” I nodded and watched her walk out of the room, sighing inwardly once she was gone. 

As much as I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept coming back. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. And everything she did seemed to be just so incredibly perfect. Every aspect about this illegal, under aged, out of reach, jailbait girl was amazing, incredible, beautiful… perfect. 

“What am I gonna do?” I sigh to myself. She was seventeen, and I was thirty-six. That was a grossly large age gap. Not to mention illegal as hell. 

“Mr. Way?” My thoughts were cut off by the sweet, melodic voice for the second time this morning. I looked up to see that Elzia was still dressed in my old onesie, holding one of her arms like she was nervous. A glance at her face would tell you that she was fine, but looking her in the eye, I could tell that she was terrified and saddened. 

I stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes flicked down to the floor and for a moment I worried  that she had remembered last night. But then she spoke. 

“That’s just my school bag. I don’t have anything to change into.” And then it hit me. 

I was blind. I was too worried about the thoughts in my own head to see just exactly what this girl was being put through. Last night, she had been kicked out of her own home by her own mother. Her mother who, judging by the bruises that I’d seen at school, wasn’t the most caring of parents, she had been thrown out into the streets of Seattle in the middle of the night. I’d hate to think of what could have happened to her if I hadn’t found her. Not only was she now homeless and without a family, but all she had now was a bag of school supplies. She didn’t even have any clothes. How could I be so blind?

She had every right in the world to be scared out of her mind, to be sobbing on the floor right now after everything she’s lost in one night, and yet there she stood, calm and composed, only her eyes showing how she truly felt on the inside. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, knowing her answer. She pursed her lips and nodded, not looking me in the eye. I placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at me. Her glossy eyes shattered my heart. “No you’re not.” 

She gasped and let herself fall into me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, rubbing her back soothingly as I let her pour out what must have been seventeen years of locked up emotions into the thin fabric of my t-shirt. After what seemed like a few minutes, she unexpectedly pulled away and wiped furiously at her eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I don’t normally cry like that. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” I sighed and pulled her back towards me, hugging her once more. 

“Sometimes people need to cry,” I say, rubbing her shoulders, like I did to Bandit or Lindsey whenever they were upset. “Okay?” 

I felt her take a deep breath before letting out, shakily, “Okay.”