Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance or any member of MCR, much to my disappointment. I also do not own any of their wives, their houses, their pets, or their penises ;D A/N – please review and let me know what you think! If it is too painful to get through, I understand, but please let me know if you think the story is shit so I don't embarrass myself by adding further chapters. Enjoy!
Okay, that was a little bit inappropriate, but I am sick at the time of writing this, so don't judge me!
Oh, and I know Bob isn't in the band at this time, but I really like him, so I wrote him in :)
A/N – please review and let me know what you think! If it is too painful to get through, I understand, but please let me know if you think the story is shit so I don't embarrass myself by adding further chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter One – Introductions.
I was in my room studying. Summer holidays had just begun, and I wanted to get my homework out if the way as soon as possible, so I had time to do other things, like buy My Chemical Romance tickets! They were my favourite band of all time, and my best friend Darcy and I just loved them AND they were coming to Australia! I just had to let my Mum agree. She didn't like the band at all. She thought they were a horrible "emo" band, and a bad influence on young teenagers like me. I wasn't that young. I was nearly seventeen years old, and I was quite a mature person. Anyway, I was in my room studying, with my headphones in and I'm Not Okay (I Promise) blasting in my ears, so it wasn't until the song changed that noticed someone shouting my name.
"Alex!" Mum cried from downstairs, and then all of a sudden, she was standing at my door way, looking like she had seen a ghost.
"What's up?" I asked her, taking my headphones out, and pausing the song so she couldn't hear what was playing.
"I need you to come downstairs with me," she said, looking pale as hell, which was unusual for her naturally brown skin. It was weird that I had such pale skin, but a trait I must have inherited from my unknown father.
"What's going on?" I asked, swinging around on my desk chair, so that I was facing her.
"Just come with me Alex," she said, eyeing me. With a huff I closed my math book, stood up, and followed my mother downstairs. She led me to the kitchen and sat me at the dining table.
"Al, I'm going to tell you something I have never uttered in my life, and it's not something I'm proud of, but I think you should know. You are nearly seventeen after all," she said, rather fast. When she was nervous, things came out in a blurt.
"Mum, you're nervous, what the hell is going on?" I asked in a worried voice. She just looked at me in total shame. What had she done?
"When I said that your father ran away," she said slowly, trying to maintain her breathing. "I lied," she said after a moment, and I literally felt my jaw drop to the floor.
"W-Wh-WHAT?" I stuttered, looking at her in total shock. She had never lied to me, not ever. "Then what happened?" I asked, regaining my composure. "Did he die?"
"Mum, tell me what happened to him," I said, my jaw clenched, and tears threatening to overflow.
"I told him to leave?" she whispered. Surely that's not what she said.
"What?" I asked, leaning in closer. She was crying now, her eyes brimmed with red.
"I told him to leave," she said, louder this time. I had heard right. My mother told my father to leave, and then told me my whole life that he had run off, just abandoned me. There had to be a good reason, like he was abusive, or drunk.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, looking straight into her eyes. "Was he a bad parent? Did he hit you?"
"No, he was a wonderful person, but he was seventeen, and in the music business, and he was quickly becoming very popular, and I wanted to protect you, so I told him to leave, and he did, and I still hate him for that," she gushed, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Why are you telling me all of this now?" I asked, taking hold of her hands on the table, and giving them a squeeze. I know I should hate her, but I never could. She had always been there for me, and she always would. She didn't answer me, but someone did.
"Because he showed up on your doorstep," said an American accented man from behind me. I turned to see someone I had never expected to see in my entire life.
"Gerard, meet our daughter Alexandra," Mum introduced, using my full name. "Alex, this is your father, Gerard Way."
"Holy motherfucking Mary," I said, looking into hazel eyes. I stood up, but the ground wasn't there anymore, and reality went missing.
A/N – well I hope it was okay! The next chapter will be in Gerard's point of view, hope that's alright! Please let me know what you think, especially if you think it sucked!