I shake away the words and pick up the suitcase. I wipe away the tears I shed from Gerard's hurtful words. I pull it with me up the stairs, not listening to Mikey trying to stop me. I feel him grab my arm, and then pull away.
Then I realize something.
"Mikey," I turn around and bite my lip. "Can you take me to the airport?"
Mikey's face is fearful. "W-what do you mean?"
"I want to go home. Please."
"No! No you can't! I won't let you." Mikey grabs my suitcase and tries to pull it away, but I yank it back.
"Please. I just... I just can't stay here. I'm ruining your guys' relationship. Please, take me to the airport. Please."
Mikey bites his lip. "Okay. Come on." He takes my suitcase and carries it out the door and into rental car. I climb into the car and shut the door. Mikey climbs into the drivers seat and revs the engine. He pulls out of the driveway and on the road, on our way to the aiport.
When we get there, Mikey buys me tickets to Washington and walks with me to as far as he can go. He makes me look at him and holds me out at arms length.
"Elysia, are you sure you want to do this?" Mikey asks me nervously.
Do I? Do I really want to leave this band, these wonderful men? Well, I already bought these tickets... Fuck. Well.
"Yeah. I do. I can't just... I need to go." I finally say.
Mikey nods. "I'll miss you." He pulls me into a very awkward hug and rubs my back lightly with his left hand.
"I'll miss you too." I whisper. I sniffle and pull away, giving Mikey a wave and walking through the gates. I look back once to see a shining on Mikey's cheek from a distance. And it travels down his face and disappears when it gets to his jawbone.
I get to the waiting area and sit in a seat. I'm a dumbass. I should've never fucked Frank. You know what, I should've never even stayed with MCR. If I just went home, and forgot about this, I could just be.... I don't know. Drama free, paparazzi free.
Fuck. Paparazzi.
I spot a guy with a camera and he sees me. I quickly look down and avoid his knowing eyes, the eyes that know who the fuck I am. I hear his combat boots stomp towards me at a fast pace and stop about 1 foot away from me.
"Piss off!" I yell at him. I see a flash, and realize he just took a picture. Wow.
He leaves. I hear the lady announce our flight had been delayed because of snow and mechanical problems.
My two hour delay has been the worst experience yet. I sat and thought about all the endless possibilities about what was going on with everyone. I wondered if I was being thought of in a good way by any of them. I thought about how I possibly ruined a friendship forever of a band I used to fangirl over, and I ruined a relationship with Gerard Way. Gerard fucking Way. Frank Iero too.
I heard mutters of the people sitting around me waiting for an update about when we might possibly be leaving.
I look up from the floor and spot black hair. Black hair, from two different directions. I gasp silently to myself, seeing the last two people I want to see on this Earth. Frank and Gerard. Fuck.
They spot each other before they spot me. Gerard is the first to turn his head and find me straight away. I expect him to grit his teeth and think nasty thoughts about me. "Whore." "Bitch." But his face softens and he dashes towards me, leaving Frank in his invisible dust.
"Elysia!" Gerard yells at me. I dig my fingernails into the seat and bite my lip real hard.
He sees me sort of afraid and slows down. He knows I remember him kicking that chair, making me remember the abuse I'm fixing to go through all over again at home. Fuck, why can't this plane get here?
"Eli, I'm sorry." Gerard says, stopping 5 feet in front of me.
"Why? It's my fault. I chose to drank and... You know. I need to-" I get cut off by the lady telling us our plane is ready to be boarded. I stand up and walk towards the gate. "Excuse me, but this is my flight, Gerard."
"No! Please!" Gerard yells.
"Gerard, if she wants to go... Let her go." I hear Frank voice.
I turn around and see Gerard's eyes welling up, and tears spill over. Frank's hand is on Gerard's shoulder. I bite the inside of my lip a little too hard and taste blood. I don't care.
"Are you going to go?" Frank asks me.
"Ass..." I mutter. I walk through the gate and scan my ticket. I take a slight glance behind me and watch Gerard contain the rest of his tears. I quickly walk to my seat and get myself ready. Now. Now, I can cry.
I look down and muffle the sobs I make with my long-sleeved black shirt. I feel hot tears pour down my face and spill on my sleeves and jeans, some on the leather seat. I cry for so long, even when the plane finally takes off. Even when I land in Missouri.
I get calls on my cell phone, but I ignore them. I don't want to talk to anyone. Not even Mikey, who helped me get here. I just want to be left alone. Can't they see that? I guess not, though. They should. If I haven't replied now, I won't reply next.
Once I get off my plane in Denver, CO I decide to finally answer these damn calls. The current call I'm getting is from, of course, Gerard. He cannot leave me alone, can he?
"What do you want." I say into the phone.
"Please, come back." Gerard begs, a hint of happiness in his voice that I answered.
"No. I'm in Denver, I can't come back."
"I'll come to you, then."
"No, Gerard! I want to be left alone! God damn!" I hang up and sigh, sitting down in a random seat at the gate.
Why can't he just leave me alone?
