I forgot the disclaimer last time...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters in the story, not the lyrics, nothing. Just my thoughts , they are mine ALL MINE! *evil laugh*
I hope this is what you wanted in the sequal, because this is what you get :D
"Come on Fray! We need to go now!" I yelled into my son's room.
"Mum I don't want to go! It is stupid!" he mumbled mad as hell.
"Well Frank Gerard Bryar you have no choice! We are going!" I got an evil glare from him but he took his bag and walked out to the car as I threw on a long sleeved shirt hiding the old pink scars on my arms and I got my bags and left.
"Why are we even going?" Fray mumbled as we left New York behind us.
"He is my father! And he is ill…" my son cut me off.
"But you hate the man!"
"No… I don't hate him, I just don't… he never approved my way of life. And if he had got his way I never would have had you."
"What way of life?" for the first time since I had told my son that we were going he looked a bit amused.
"Just drinking, smoking and self hurt." I explained.
"But that's the fun way of living!" he smirked.
"Watch your mouth there, you are fourteen, don't talk like that! You are just like your father!" I sighed.
"Well I wouldn't know would I? It is not like I have met the man!" the anger raised in his tone.
"It was for the best… hey why don't you put on some music?" he nodded, still mad as hell and plugged in his iPod into the radio.
Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets…
My hands gripped the wheel that hard that my fingers turned white and I had trouble with my breathing when I realized that the voice belonged to HIM and the band playing was THEM.
"What is this?" I forced myself to ask.
"Demolition Lovers with My Chemical Romance." He smiled.
"It… it's good!" I said and I tried to hold the tears back.
I better explain… I ended up pregnant at sixteen with one of my best friends, I left my home and had the baby, a son, in New York and I named him Frank Gerard Bryar after the two men I loved. But it was painful calling my son Frank or Frankie as I did first… Now we call him Fray. We mean me and my best friend Michelle. And now I'm on my way back to the place I never wanted to return to… (Read Can't Find My Way Home for the whole background…)
Well back to the car; a voice to familiar was singing in the car, bringing back painful memories.
"Alex, darling, have you given up?" Gerard whispered to me.
"Yes, I have." I whispered back, staring at his perfect face.
"Then I can't save you, I can't save anyone who doesn't want to be save, I'm sorry." He let go of my hand and let his hands rest on my face and then he kissed me gentle on my lips. "Goodbye, my love, don't kill yourself and if you do remember I will always love you. But I can't save you." He whispered and kissed me on my neck before leaving me sitting on the ground.
"MUM! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WAY!" I was wakening from my thoughts by the scream of my son.
"SHIT!" I yelled as I got the car back on the way without any accidents. "Sorry… I'm just worried about dad…" I lied when my son glared at me.
"Well I like my life… don't drive off the way!" he said mad.
"Fray, I'm sorry, maybe we never should have gone…"
"No… no it is okay… I just got scared!" he mumbled.
"Sorry… yeah, I have forgot, what do you want for your birthday?" I asked trying to get my mid of everything.
"I heard a rumour that My Chem are coming to New York on my birthday… and I would give my left ear to see them!"
"Then we just have to wait and see." I told him and I hoped that he would be okay with that answer.
"There is no way in hell I'm playing a show at that day!" I said mad to our manager.
"Come on, it would be great, a little show!" Brian said.
"Why is he such a bitch?" Brian mumbled to Frank.
"I think is has something to do with Alexandra… and the kid." He mumbled back.
I walked out from the room, lit up one cigarette and smoked it slowly. It always had something to do with Alex… and the kid. He is going to turn fifteen that day, and I'm going to be alone in a filthy hotel room mourning the lost of my precious alcohol and the love of my life.
I was about to return when I saw Bob on the phone with a worried face, shit what is wrong now I thought and I lit up another one, one for me and one for Bob.
"No… no I understand Alice… I'll go there tonight." Silence. He took thankfully one of the cigarettes from me. "Yeah, see you tonight then, love you!"
"What was that about?" I asked as he swallowed some air and thought of what he was going to say.
"My dad had a heart attack… I need to go back home!"
"Oh my…" I whispered and gave him a hug. "Is he going to be okay?"
"They… don't know!" he said.
No... i'm off to bed preparing for a 8 hours test tomorrow, tell me what you think^^