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

Chapter Eight

Gerard’s POV

“Yeah, Mikes, I’ll get you a coffee, sheesh, do you think I’m some sort of inhuman beast?” I laugh at Mikey over the phone as I walk to Starbucks. He was freaking out because he thought that I wasn’t going to get him his precious coffee. I mean, I was obsessed with the stuff too, but whatever. 

I was walking past the park when I saw a familiar face sitting against the trunk of a tree, hugging something to her chest.

“I gotta go, Mikey, I’ll see you when I get back.”

I hung up on my brother and jogged over to her. 

I knew right away  that something was wrong. She was sitting on the ground, hugging something to her chest and burying  her face in her knees. She was still wearing the same outfit from when I dropped her off the other day, and the hood on the sweatshirt that I gave her was pulled up, hiding most of her features. She was shaking, and it looked like her clothes were damp which was odd because it hasn’t rained since yesterday. 

“Eliza?” I stopped in front of her, and she jumped when I addressed her. She looked up at me and I gasped audibly.

She had a nasty bruise on her chin and her cheek, and the cut on her forehead had been reopened, so it wasn’t as healed as it should’ve been. All around her eyes was red and puffy, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. She was still crying, but she wiped her tears away and stared at me in shock. 

“Eliza, how long have you been out here?” I ask, kneeling down in front of her and moving the hood out of the way so that I could get a better look at the wounds on her face. In the process of doing that, I discovered a whole knew set of bruises around her neck. “Holy shit Eliza, what happened to you?!”

She pulled away from my hand and pulled her hood back up, ducking her head down so that she could hide herself from me. She didn’t speak, so I just assumed that she didn’t want to.

“Hey,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder and leaning in to speak more firmly to her. I decided, however, to only ask the question that she would be willing to answer first. “How long have you been out here?” 

After a  moment, she sighed and answered begrudgedly. “Two days.” 

“Why?” I ask, holding back another gasp. 

“Fee Fee kicked me out because she thought I was stealing you from her.” I raised my eyebrow.

“You don’t have the best of friends,” I state. She scoffed and shook her head. “Why didn’t you call me?” 

“I don’t have a phone, and I didn’t want to bother you.” I sighed and shook my head.

“You need to stop thinking that I don’t want you around,” I say. “I would much rather have you call me than have you sitting out her in this goddamn park where anything could happen to you  for two fucking days.” She looked up at me, and I felt as though I had just kicked a small puppy. That’s what it looked like anyway. 

“Sorry.” I sigh and stand up. 

“C’mon,” I say, holding out my hand. “You’re coming home with me, and you don’t get to object because  I know for a fact that you don’t have anywhere else to go.” She took my hand and I pulled her up so that she was standing. I realized then that the thing she was clutching to her chest was the drawing that I had given her. 

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to me, unconsciously protecting her from anything that could harm her. 

“We just have to stop and get Mikey coffee, and then we can go home, okay?” She nods and leans into me. I know it’s just for warmth or comfort, but I still feel my heart flutter, and I curse myself inwardly for it. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay,” I say. “You promised, remember?”