Gerard {You Know All My Favourite Singers} Way {Have Stolen All Of My Best Lines} 3
Chapter 14 : Gerard {You Know All My Favourite Singers} Way {Have Stolen All Of My Best Lines} 15 [Read the Memo!]
Thanks for the rates and messages (!), I'm back and I had a good time until I came back to find a distinct lack of the afore-mentioned (hence the "(!)"). Yes I KNOW the last chapter seemed cut off...that's because - and I should've said - 14 & this chapter were all 1 chapter, I just decided to split them in 2. So this is the other half of the chapter. Would you rate & message if I told you the truth and said that writing this story has been really cathartic for me? It sounds pathetic, but... xxASxx
“I knew you would wanna see it.”
You pick Helena up and set her down in the living room next door, turn the TV and DVD player on, get the DVD and slide it in. It flickers, then a picture comes on – what looks like your bedroom, a chair and a couple of voices. Gerard’s and…Frank’s? Yep, Frank’s.
“Is this thing on?”
“Yeah, it is,”
“Daddy!” Helena squeals as indeed, a TV-Gerard quickly sits down, a smile on his face.
“Hey, pretty girls back home, Daddy-slash-Gerard calling.” He sniffs and wipes his nose. “So Helena Way, a little birdie told me it was your birthday today – kidding, Katie, I wouldn’t forget my firstborn’s birthday.” He smiles sadly. “Anyway, little one, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you today, but this tape is from all of us, from your extended family, to say…”
The other MCR men dive in, two either side of Gerard.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELENA!” They all chorus before diving back out again and Gerard leans forward, a lopsided smile on his face.
“Have a good day, little one, and I’ll see you soon.” He blows a kiss to the camera. Someone then says something and he laughs before the video ends. You feel tears running down your face. Helena, however, is almost crawling up the TV, a desperate look on her face.
“Daddy go?”
“Yeah, he did, baby. He made that just for you. Listen, little one – ” you swing her up and hold her to you “ – shall we get dressed and spend a day out? It is quite cold, but it’s your birthday, so what do you wanna do? Spend a little time at the beach?”
“Bee!” Helena repeats excitedly, clutching her Mikey to her.
“Get a balloon and, hmm, maybe an ice-cream? Make it special for you,”
“Bloon! Scream!” Your toddler starts jiggling around, now thoroughly excited by the simplest pleasures of the world.
You laugh. “Let’s go and get wrapped up warm then, baby.” I’d love to be a child again. Love for that innocence to still be there. You plonk Helena down on the floor and get out her winter woollies from the drawers and wardrobes.
“Mama, ma ma ma ma,” she suddenly sings to the tune of the opening lines of ‘Mama’ – pitch perfect. As you put her woollies on, she sings it over and over again, her enthusiasm so infectious that you join in with her.
I wish none of the hurt I’ve suffered to ever come to you, Helena Katharyn Samara Way. Ever. I won’t let anyone hurt you the way they’ve hurt me…
A/N: I'm also three steps away from going on strike again. Please? *bottom lip wobbles*.
-- AntiSatan
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