Dear readers im am sorry for my long streak of writers block. I have been very busy and trying to write but inspiration is hard to come by. I also apologize for this chapter being short I do have another chapter in the works.

yours truley,

rosalieromeo

Nicki's POV

The sun fell through my curtains onto my face.

Ah another morning sadly no Frankie. But I can keep myself occupied until he visits or I visit one of the two. I sat up and stretched my arms letting a big yawn out. That dream last night was so weird and vivid. I still can't believe I acted to slutty and freaked out and that Francis was in a dream with Frank. My head is so screwed up. I got up out of bed. No morning was complete without a fresh cup of coffee and maybe a muffin if Zoey picked some up. I opened my door to see frank and my brother passed out on the coach.

Oh shit!

It wasn't a dream! I slammed the door and pressed myself against it as if a monster or mass murder was coming after me. Oh god, oh god. What did I do? This isn't good. God damn I can't believe myself. I guess there was no putting this off. It was time. I needed to talk to Frank. Or maybe I don't maybe I can say I was on drugs. Yeah I was on drugs. Not having a shitty meltdown. Nope no hysterical moments here. Alright let's try this again. I opened the door again and headed for the kitchen. Crap I have to make a new pot. We have a 12 cup coffee maker and I need to make a new pot. Now where's the coffee.

"Good morning babe." Frank stood there his hair messy rubbing his eyes. God he looked adorable. So adorable it will be difficult lying to him. He reached out to give me a kiss.

"Morning." I muttered uncomfortably. Don't bring it up unless he does.

"Making coffee?"

"no I'm just getting it all ready to look at."

"I just woke up give me a break." He smiled wrapping his arms around me.

"never." I grinned back at him.

"Not to ruin this wonderful moment but I think you two need to talk." Francis stared down the two of us. Damn I forgot about him.

Frank looked at me with his gorgeous hazel eyes. So sincere so caring. There was no way I could lie to those eyes. I sighed pulling him into my room. What do I say? Oh yeah honey I was used abused and never spoke up for myself. Or Frankie I have to tell you I have issues with sex and men, but I love you and wanna keep fucking you. But I might break down and freak out on you.

My thought process was interrupted, "I know what happened to you." He looked so sad sitting on the edge of my bed.

"You do?" I sat next to him

"Francis told me." His eyes watered

"Shouldn't I be the one on the verge of tears." I wiped one off his cheek.

"I can't understand how anyone could do that to you. You're so sweet and kind but he just took advantage of your insecurities and used you."



"if It helps you I have it under control, I go to therapy, and he's in jail."

"Yeah, last night was under control."

"Every psycho person has a meltdown every now and then honey." I smiled at him hoping that my smile would make him lighten up a little. But his face was still between his knees on the edge of crying.

"Babe please stop looking like you're about to kill yourself its putting me on edge." I tried soothing him

"I'm sorry this is a little hard to process in one night."

"I understand. Come on." I pulled him up off my bed and wrapped his arms around me. He smiled finally.

"Boy have I missed you." He ruffled my hair

"You miss me and I get my hair messed up?" I pouted

He gave me a small kiss.

"You said you were going to therapy?"

"Yeah, do you want to go with me one day? It might help."

"Yes I think I will."

This was going to be awkward. Then again if it was going to help him understand everything then it will be good. Francis agreed to go with us. Frank tried to with hold all of his question the rest of the day I could tell it was hard for him though. He didn't look at me the same way. I could tell he still loved me, but I wasn't the same person anymore. I was a different Nicki. I went to work hoping that I would time to think but apparently someone found out my chemical romance had been there and the place was packed.

It was kind of nice though. It wasn't just losers with no money there were people buying things. Well anything that I said Gerard Way or Frank Iero bought. A few people asked me if I was the Nicki they talked about on stage at shows but I blushed and said no.

I'm a rock stars girlfriend.

Sweet.