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It's late, too late and I shouldn't be here. But I am.

He's with her, that pathetic excuse for a lover, that whore. Holding her, touching her, tasting her.

Doesn't he care about how much I love him, how badly I want him?

Of course he doesn't. If he did he would never have left the band, left New Jersey, left... me. No! He didn't leave me. It was all her.

That's why I have to do this, if I can't have him no-one will. So I wait, patiently, standing outside their house until he draws the curtains, until the lights go off, until its silent.

I glance down at my watch, shit, its 1.30 (pm) I better hurry up. So I make my way over. I know where the key is hidden, I know what I'm doing.

The key turns in the hole and I step inside, hit by the sudden rush of Mikey's scent. I pull the knife out from my pocket and clutch it to my chest. I can here the sound of his gentle breathing as I enter their room. I lift the knife over her body but hesitate long enough to stop myself. I want so badly just to slaughter her but I can't wake Mikey. I bring the knife away and tuck it into my belt and leave them. For now.

I search the house for something to use. That's when I find it. Sheets of rope and barbed wire hanging innocently in the garage. Why the fuck does he have those? Nevertheless I grab them, along with Mikey's car key. I head back into their room and wrapped rope around her hands, feet and mouth carefully so as not to wake Mikey.

I lift her gently from the bed and carry her out to the car. I open to the boot and forcefully throw her in so that she wakes up. I stand over her, as she stares at me, her eyes vacant and stained. I slam the boot shut and head back for Mikey. I wrap the rope around him and carry him to the car, lying him gently along the back sit. Then I drove to the only place I can find sanctuary.

The mausoleum.

Lifting Mikey gently out of the car I take him inside and tie him to one of the old chairs inside. She puts up more of a fight in her conscious state, so much so that I struggle to keep a hold of her. Once they are both tied up securely inside I wake Mikey and remove the rope from within their mouths.

"Gerard? What the fuck?!"

He's acting so innocent, as if he doesn't know what he's done. What he's put me through. She lets out horrific high pitched screams, I ignore her, she will only tire herself out.

"How could you Mikey? How could you just abandon me? And for that WHORE!!"

I glance over to her. She has stopped screaming and is just sitting there, staring at me and I can sense the terror.

"Gee, I didn't abandon you! You turned into a fucking stalker freak! You were threatening Justine, I had to leave!!"

I shudder at the mention of her name. I was right, it was because of her. I try to stop myself, honest I do. But she's asking for it. With one sharp blow I wedge the knife from my belt deep into her leg. She screams out in pain as blood gushes from the wound.

"Gerard you fucking bastard!"

I look from her to Mikey. Shit, I wasn't meant to hurt her... yet.

"look, Mikey, Justine if you both just shut up and do as your told this won't happen again! Remember you put yourselves in this mess!"

I pull the knife from her leg and place it back on my belt. I can't help but smile as I here her whimpering for mercy.

"So, this is what you left me for, eh? I'm quite disappointed in you Mikey, you could do much better. Lets see what all the fuss is about."

I walk towards her and run my hand through her soft hair and along her cheek.

"Don't you fucking touch her you sick pervert! I swear if I do I'll fucking kill you!"

"Now Mikey, your in no position to threaten me."

I kneel down beside her and kiss her neck slowly. Ignoring Mikey's threats I trail my hand down towards her chest, ripping her top violently. I trail kisses and licks further down her body as I struggle to unbutton her jeans. I pull them down enough and place myself inside of her.

"Gerard!! You fucking sick freak get off of her!"

I ignore his remarks, my focus is entirely on her. I thrust deeper inside her. She doesn't scream, she doesn't fight, she doesn't even cry. Do you know what she does? She moans, moans my name as I satisfy her. I was right, she isn't good enough for him, little whore! Mikey's stopped protesting, I think he 's more shocked then me.

I remove myself from within her and zipping up my pants reach for my knife. I watch as her naked expression turns to shear terror. She's crying now, they both our, though heaven knows why. Ignoring the pleads, the screams and the cries I place the knife to her throat and slice it open. Blood spills from her neck and pours to the floor.

"Gerard!?! How could you?!"

"I did it for you, Mikey, because... because I love you."

"Because you love me? You killed my fucking fiance because you love me? She was carrying my baby you sick fuck!"

I hesitate, baby? She had a baby? I wouldn't have, if I'd of. I mean she had to die but the baby. I look down at her and over to Mikey and suddenly the thought of remorse for the babies death leaves my mind. It was their choice, their fault, the bloods on their hands. I pick the knife up from the puddle of blood surrounding Justine and walk towards Mikey.

"Go on Gerard, do it. Just kill me. I don't fucking care."

"As you wish baby."

I blow him a kiss and lift the knife up and with one short blow thrust it into his chest. Gone... ... he's gone. What have I done? The right thing, yes, it as for the best. I let out a nervous giggle as I glance at the pool of blood across the floor. It brings a smile to my face knowing that it's over and with one last kiss I leave my brother and his whore. Shutting up there bodies behind closed doors...

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