Saved by the Way (SLOW REVISIONS)

Chapter 26

We finally reached the doorstep of Gerard's house. The walk had been near silent and we had just shivered together.

"You'll need to borrow some clothes." Gerard mentioned.

I just nodded in reply. If I answered it would come out in a series of alien words distorted by shivers.

Gerard pulled me inside and I was greeted by that special scent of the Way's house. Coffee, tobacco, and pancakes. It was comfortingly perfect. Just what I needed.

"Nobody else is here, so we can talk without interruptions once we get into some dry clothes." he said in almost a whisper.

He helped me down the stairs.  Once we had reached the basement, Gerard guy straight to work and grabbed me an Iron Maiden shirt and some black sweat pants.

"Alright, why don't you go upstairs and change."

I would have, but I was scared that if I left Gerard, he'd slip through my fingers, so instead I grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.

He seemed to take the hint. "Alright, you in that corner, I get this corner."

I walked over to the other corner and slid down my skinny jeans. They stick to my skin and barely slid down my legs.

I slipped the sweatpants onto my lega,  then moved on to removing my shirt.

I grabbed the hem and tried pulling it over me head. It was stuck at my shoulders. I tried again and my arms wouldn't come out.

"Uh,  Gerard?"

"Yeah?"

"Little help here?"

Gerard made hia way over to me and realized what was wrong. He got to work and pulled the shirt over my head.

I looked at Gerard. He was staring at me. Not my half naked body, but me. He stared into my eyes with more love and compassion that I'd ever seen any man look at any woman before.

I finally noticed that he was shirtless as well. I them noticed his eyes had gently closed and he was leaning in on me.

I closed my eyes and leaned in as well and our lips met.

The fireworks I hadn't felt in so long finally started up again. The butfireflies in my stomach started having a war again. My heart rate picked up and my breathing only got messy.

Gerard's hair was still damp and I reached my hands up and started curling my fingers in it and tugging it around.

Gerard suddenly moved his hands lower on my body and rested his hands on my hip bones.

Without warning, Gerard pulled me close. I gasped as he slid his tongue inside me.

There wasn't any part of me that wasn't touching him. Our tongues entertwined our lips crashed together.

Gerard began pushing me towards the bed.

My heart rate picked up. And not in a good way.

My breathing hitched and I felt out of control.

Gerard pushed me over onto the bed without breaking apart from me.

That's when he started kissing my jawline. He went lower and lower until he was at my navel. He was about to pull down my pants when I put an end to it.

"Gerard, stop, we need to talk."

He just continued.

I couldn't deal with this. I flattened my hand and smacked him.

"Gerard. We need to talk."

Gerard backed away from me and I went to go pull on the Iron Maiden shirt.

My anxiety started to vanish. He'd understand soon.

The kiss had warmed me up a little and I was just a little cold now.

Gerard walked back up to me with a pile of blankets. I took one then wrapped it around me and sat on the floor. Gerard curled up in a blanket and sat next to me.

"So what happened to make you throw yourself off that bridge?" he asked tenderly.

I took a deep breath. "It wasn't any one thing. It was a mixture and I just don't know how much more I can take, so I just decided that I wouldn't take anymore."

"And what was this 'mixture'of events?"

"Gerard, it all started that day I slept here and you were about to leave for Florida. I was walking home, and a man in a Clown's mask started following me. He got hold of me and dragged me into an alley where he ripped off my clothes and..." my voice started to break as I remembered the moment.

"Go on," Gerard said as he listened intently.

"He... He..." my voice became shaky and it because hard to breathe. "He... raped me." the words came out as a whisper.

Gerard's eyes closed deep in thought. "I hate that man. I hate him." he mumbled.

"Gerard, I never told anyone but Mikey. I quit eating for awhile and started self harming more. I'm sorry."

Gerard reached out and grabbed my hand and held it. It was comforting. As if he'd stand by me through it all.

"What was the second item on the list of events?" he asked.

"Finding out I was pregnant." mental Images if Eternity ran through my mind. "I was pregnant with a baby that was conceived in greed. I told myself over and over that I'd love the baby no matter who the father was."

"And you're still pregnant?"

I shook my head tears streaming down my face. "Eternity is buried under the tree in my backyard. My baby is dead." I sobbed.

Gerard leant in and kissed the tears on my cheeks away. "Oh God." he mumbled.

We sat and Gerard let me cry on him for awhile.

"And why did Eternity....."

My eyes burned as I was reminded of the main event that head caused this. "Richard......" I stuttered. "Richard hit me. He punched me to the ground then punched me more. Then kicked me until I couldn't move."

"Fuck." he mumbled.

"Gerard, I can't go home." I whined. "Let me stay with you forever."

Gerard pulled me close and held me. "I'm never letting you go again. I'm sorry I was so stubborn when you told me about the baby."

I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"I'll love you forever, Gerard."

"I'll love you forever, Scarlett."

We laid there for a moment before I wanted to know. "Gerard, what's happened to you since you heard about the baby?"

"I went home angry and heartbroken. I was upset. So I went to my parents stash and grabbed a few bottles of vodka. I drunk them then slit my wrists deeper then ever. The bleeding wouldn't stop." his voice started to shake.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's OK. But I'm here for you, Gerard."

Gerard nodded and I leaned against him.

"We're one couple of fucked up kids." he murmured in my ear.

"Just broken and damned waiting for a savior. Someone to defeat the demons and all the nonbelievers." I whispered.

"Will you be here Savior of the broken the beaten and the damned?" I asked after a few moments.

"I'm just a man, not a hero." he whispered back.

Gerard, you're my hero. You saved me.