I smiled happily as I drove to the venue. My heart was actually about to jump up my throat and hit the windshield. My hands were shaking, I actually thought I was about to throw up.

I got to the venue, some little place with a bar and a small stage. There were people crowding around excitedly as they talked. I frowned when I saw I wasn't at the front. I had come here just as soon as I got off of work, but I was still late.

I pushed myself to the front, getting angry elbow jabs and curses on my way. But I was finally here, watching as people set up the small stage.

It felt like hours before the opening act was finally finished. And then another hundred hours before Frank Iero finally came out. I huge smiled broke out on my face as I watched happily. I sang along to his music, I know every word by heart.

After the concert was finished, people started to leave. I lingered behind and sat on the stage, waiting for Frank to come back out. Sometimes he comes out and signs things for people and I brought my CD and a sharpie just in case.

"You can't sit on the stage, kid," some security guy said.

I sighed, sitting on the grimy floor instead. Soon, everyone else left and I was still left waiting, smiling happily. People began cleaning up all the empty cups and spilled beer on the ground.

"You can't stay here, he isn't coming back out," he said. "You have to leave."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood up. I felt like my heart was gonna shatter. All I wanted was to meet my idol. We were so close, but yet he never noticed me. I held me CD to my chest as I cried quietly, going out to my car.

I looked at the picture of Frank as a baby. Oh, he was so cute. He's so cute now too. I just wish I had him all to myself. I wanted to meet him, tell him how much he helped me through everything and thank him for everything.

"I love your Frank," I said.

I put the CD case into the console of the car, sighing quietly. As I drove around the side of the building, I saw the band loading things into the car. My heart stopped when I saw Frank, the glow of my headlights seemed to make him perfect.

I got out of my car, running forward. I wrapped my arms around Frank as he stiffened and I cried.

"I can't believe it's you!" I sobbed. "I love you so much! Thank you for everything!"

"He's not a fan of hugs," Evan said.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much as I looked at him. He was so much prettier in person. His hair was grown out and a bit of dark stubble covered his jaw. He was still a little sweaty from performing.

"C-can you sign my CD?" I asked. "I forgot it in my car, I just kinda flipped out when I saw you here."

Frank smiled softly and nodded. He followed me back to my car and I grabbed the CD. Frank sighed it and I smiled happily, giggling as I clutched it to my chest.

"I've gotta go back and help the guys now," he said.

Frank started to walk away and my heart shattered. I don't want him to leave. I grabbed his jacket, yanking him back. Frank didn't even have a chance to say anything as I slammed his head against the side of my car. It wouldn't do a whole lot of damage, just knock him out for a little while.

I put him into the car and smiled. I drove away quickly before the other guys could notice something was wrong. I sang along to my CD, driving the short distance home.

It was harder to get him into the house than I thought, he's heavier than he looks. None of this was planned either but I couldn't just let him leave when I finally had him.

I panted softly, catching my breath as I finally dropped him down onto my bed. I grabbed some rope, tying his hands to the head of the bed and his ankles to the foot of it.

His phone rang and I pulled it out of his pocket. This was probably the tenth phone call now. The caller this time was his wife. The contact said 'Jamia <3'.

"Stupid bitch," I muttered, declining the call.

I smiled, changing into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt. I laid on the bed, snuggling up to Frank as I smiled, falling asleep quickly.

I was woken up to cursing and someone moving. I sat up and looked at Frank, who was tugging at the ropes.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted.

I looked at the bruise on his forehead and sighed.

"I'll kiss it better," I said.

I gave his forehead a soft kiss and he tried to move away from me.

"Let me go!" He yelled.

"But I can't let you leave me, I've finally found you," I said. "I'm your biggest fan."

I looked around at the posters of him on the wall, the pictures I found on the internet and printed out. Almost every single inch of my walls were covered in pictures of him.

"I love you so much," I said. "And now you can love me too."

"I'll never fucking love you," he denied. "You're a freak."

I kissed his cheek, standing up.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I have frozen eggo waffles."

I went downstairs, throwing some waffles into the toaster. It didn't take long before they popped up. I set them onto the plate and went back upstairs. I straddled his hips, picking up a waffle.

"Here, I'll feed you, Frankie," I said.

I moved the waffle to his mouth but he spat at me.

"No attitude now," I pouted. "This relationship won't work if you're always being difficult."

"This isn't a relationship, you psycho," he said. "Let me fucking go already."

I set the waffles aside and smiled. I laid down, resting my head on his chest.

"I love you," I said, hugging him.

Frank tried to move away, tugging at the ropes. His phone rang again on the dresser and he froze. I walked over and rolled my eyes.

"Jamia again," I said. "God, why won't she just fuck off already?"

"Give it to me," he ordered. "Let me talk to her."

I smirked, straddling his hips and covering his mouth with my hand.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Frank?!" Jamia shrieked. "Where's Frank?"

"Why are you calling my boyfriend?" I asked.

"He's my fucking husband," she spat.

"We're in love," I said. "We're gonna be together forever."

Frank's shouts were muffled by my hand as he writhed underneath me.

"Please, let me talk to him," she begged.

"He has trouble talking while he's eating my ass out," I said. "I bet you know how good he is with his mouth."

I hung up, throwing the phone against the wall as it smashed. I leaned down, kissing and sucking along his neck.

"Get off me!" He yelled.

I smiled, kissing up to his lips. He kept his lips pressed into a thin line as I gave him a soft kiss. I sat up, pulling my shirt off.

"Get the fuck off me," he hissed.

"Don't you think I'm pretty, Frankie?" I asked. "I think you're so pretty. Oh Frankie, you've gotten me so hard. I just imagine you pinning me to the bed, using me however you want, fucking me nice and rough."

I felt my cock twitch at the thought and Frank looked disgusted.

"God," I muttered. "Letting you tie me up, spank me, call me dirty names, fucking me on the table or on the floor, using my ass and my mouth to your advantage. I bet you'd be really dominant in bed and I could be your perfect submissive."

He glared at me and I leaned down to kiss his neck again. I ground against him slowly and groaned when I heard his phone ring again.

"I thought I broke this fucking thing," I complained.

I went over and picked up his phone, setting it on the dresser. I grabbed one of my old textbooks, smashing the phone over and over again.

"There we go," I said with a satisfied smile. "Now no one can bother us."

I went back over and smiled, snuggling against his chest as I hugged him close.

"I love you so much, Frankie," I said. "You're everything to me. And now I finally have you all to myself."

I laid with my head on his chest, scrolling through twitter on my phone as he kept squirming and cursing.

"Your fans are all freaking out," I said. "They don't even know that you're in love with me."

"I'm not," he denied

I smiled as I opened up the camera app. I took a picture of the two of us and giggled happily.

"You're so pretty," I said, kissing his cheek.

I went over and uploaded it to my computer and printed it off. I stuck it into the empty picture frame and set it onto the nightstand.

"There we go," I said. "I've been saving this spot for a picture of us together. There's gonna be more soon too. Pictures of our wedding and of our kids. I know you already have three kids but we can get new kids. And we can get dogs too, I know you really like dogs."

Frank shook his head, pulling at the ropes again. I smiled softly, leaning up to press my lips against his again. He tried to turn his head away but I held his jaw to keep him in place.

I frowned and sat up when I felt something wet. Frank's face was flushed deep read and I stood up. A wet spot was around his crotch area and I giggled quietly.

"You wet yourself?" I asked.

"You have me fucking tied up, of course i'm gonna have to use the bathroom at some point," he muttered.

I went to the bathroom, filling a small bucket with warm, soapy water. I grabbed a loofah and went back out as frank scowled at me. He tried to move away but I held him in place as I tried to undo his jeans.

"I'd rather sit in my own piss," he said.

"You gotta stay clean," I said.

I pulled his pants and boxers down around his knees and grabbed the stuff. Frank stared at the ceiling while I cleaned up his mess, smiling proudly to myself.

"There we go, all better now," I said, pulling his jeans back up.

"I fucking hate you," Frank muttered.

I dumped the water into the bathtub and washed my hands.

"Okay, Frankie, you have to eat now," I said, grabbing the frozen waffles, which were cold at this point.

"I'm not eating," he denied. "I'd rather starve."

I scowled. "You need to eat, you have to have energy for when we fuck later."

"I'd rather fuck a hippo than fuck you," he said.

I glanced over and saw something on the bed. When I picked it up, I saw it was his wallet. It must've fallen out of his pocket when I pulled his pants down. I opened it up, smiling when I saw his driver's license. Oh, he's so cute it in. But that smile turned to a frown when I saw pictures of his wife and kids in here too. I pulled them out, grabbing my lighter.

"Stop it!" Frank shouted.

I lit each one on fire, smiling softly as I threw them into the metal trash bin. I watched them burn, putting out the flames with my water glass when they were ash.

"They aren't important to you now," I said. "We're in love. We're gonna start our own family. And it's gonna be the most perfect family in the whole world. You won't need them anymore."

I kissed his cheek and giggled happily.

"I've already imagined our wedding," I said. "We'll have matching suits and it'll be outdoors in the spring and we'll dance together all night. I'll be Gerard Iero, your faithful husband."

Frank glared up at me.

"And we'll live happily ever after," I said. "I love fairytales, I used to always read them when I was little. This is like our own little fairytale. The two princes fall in love and live happily ever after."

I went to my bookshelf and grabbed one of my books.

"I don't wanna hear a fucking story," he denied.

"Why?" I asked. "Do fairytales remind you of your daughters? Do you read it to them before bed? I know the best way to forget about them!"

I hurried downstairs to my liquor cabinet, grabbing a partially empty bottle of vodka. I straddled his hips and he turned his head away, pressing his lips into a firm line. I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me and prying his mouth open. I poured the alcohol into his mouth and he sputtered and coughed.

"Don't worry, you'll forget about them soon," I said, pouring him more.

When I thought he'd had enough, I took a swig myself and set the bottle on the nightstand.

"Take me home," Frank ordered, a slight slur in his voice but not much. "I want to be with my family."

"You already are," I stated. "I'm your family."

"No you aren't," Frank denied. "You're just some psycho fan he's obsessed with me. You're not my family, you're nothing. You're just crazy."

My eyes watered as I looked at him. "How could you say all those mean things? I love you, Frankie, I would do anything for you. But you're so mean."

I grabbed my pocket life, straddling his hips.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to get away.

I cut his shirt off, looking for an empty spot. I found one on his right shoulder and smiled, lifting my knife up.

"Stop it, please don't," he begged, trying to get away.

"Stop moving, you'll only make it worse," I crumbled.

I placed a hand on his chest, keeping him firmly in place. I carved a heart into his skin, adding a little G into the center of it. It wasn't too deep to cause damage or anything, but just deep enough to make it scar.

"See? That wasn't so bad," I said.

"You're fucking crazy!" He yelled.

I grabbed the vodka bottle, turning it over and pouring the reminds of it onto the cut. Frank screamed in pain and I smiled, setting the empty bottle aside.

"We're gonna be together forever, Frank," I said.

Frank hissed in pain, cursing under his breath.

"Don't worry, it'll heal," I said.

"Not when you pour fucking alcohol in it," he said.

"Vodka is sterile," I said, rolling my eyes. "Why would I ever hurt you? You're my baby."

"You hurt me just now," he stated.

"But it'll go away," I said.

Frank didn't say anything else, just kept hissing and cursing quietly. I went over to my stereo and hooked up my phone, playing the Parachutes CD quietly.

"This is beautiful," I said. "This is the best album I've ever heard. It's like if the Bible had an audio version then it would be this album."

"Fuck you," Frank whispered.

"You're so creative," I said, a dreamy, wispy tone taking over my voice. "I wish I had an ounce of your talent. You should win a Grammy, you're perfect."

Frank looked at the carving on his shoulder, a frown set on his lips.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" I asked. "You're already perfect but that makes you even more perfect."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked.

"Nothing's wrong," I denied. "Well, my brother used to call me crazy but I don't know what he was talking about. Of course, when he was six and I was eight he tripped and fell into the pool and couldn't swim, he ended up drowning. But no one knows that it was me who pushed him in. I hated how he called me crazy, I'm not crazy. And he couldn't call me crazy after that."

Frank looked horrified as he tried to get away even more not.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetheart," I chuckled. "Why would I ever wanna hurt my boyfriend? He deserved it, he was mean."

"Just let me go," he begged. "I'll give you an autographed guitar or I'll sign all your posters or--"

"Don't be silly," I interrupted. "You're the only thing I could ever want. I love you so much."

I went over and gave him a kiss.

"You're funny," I said. "Thinking I'd want some silly guitar over you. You're worth more than anything in the world."

I looked at the waffles and sighed quietly.

"Frankie, you've gotta eat," I said. "If you don't then I'll have to mush it up and pour it down your throat instead."

Frank looked disgusted but sighed. "Fine, I'll fucking eat."

I smiled, grabbing the waffles. I fed them to him and smiled happily. He looked like he really didn't want to eat them, probably just because they weren't warm anymore.

"There we go, all better now," I said.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. I leaned down and kissed along his neck and chest, smirking when I tasted the alcohol on his skin. I moved back up to his lips and this time Frank kissed back, just as desperately as mean. And god, it was so good I thought I was gonna come right then.

I ran my hands up his chest, grinding my hips down against his. The two of us made out hotly and I unbuckled his belt, pushing the zipper down and sticking my hand down his pants.

"Baby, baby," he panted. "Untie me, let me pin you down and fuck you just the way I want. I want you to feel it for days."

I whined, nodding as I cut his ropes quickly. Frank didn't waste any time flipping us over, sucking on my neck roughly. I moaned, the aching making my body heat up.

He sat up and I took a few deep breaths. I opened my eyes, expecting to see him taking off his clothes. My eyes widened when I looked just in time to see him swing the empty vodka bottle down over my head.

-+-

I felt like I had been asleep for years. Police were half dragging half carrying me out of my house while I was handcuffed.

My head was killing me, I had a pounding migraine that I wasn't sure if it would ever go away. I was shoved into the back of a squad car and I looked around groggily.

It felt like no time before we were at the police station. Everything was spinning and it didn't help when three small kids pushed passed me. I saw them run up to Frank, who was sitting in a chair. He kneeled down and gave them all tight hugs and kisses. Jamia walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Frankie!" I shouted. "We're gonna be together forever!"

They dragged me back and I watched Frank turn to glare at me before I was shoved into another room, locked away from my soulmate.