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--Gerard--

After yesterday's incident with Frank, I decided that it had been time to give up, I've tried everything, I didn't want him to distance himself, but I assume that he had his reasons, but so had I, and I had called quits, I'm done.

As I sat in my dull apartment, taking long drags from my cancer stick, my phone came to life, playing The Misfits - Astro Zombies, I scrambled, eventually picking up the phone and answering with a 'hello.'
"Hey Gerard. " I heard Mikey's voice fill the speaker, I inhaled sharply, I haven't heard from my brother for months.
"Hi Mikes, something you wanted?" I asked, with a bored tone.
"Yeah, what's the story with you and Frank?" I was astonished, since when did Mikey give a shit about who I was with- not that we're together- and why was he so concerned? He hated Frank.
"Oh we aren't together, I just-"
"Because Frank spent the night here, with me." I couldn't speak, I'd been trying so hard, when my own brother's already slept with him! I was infuriated, I ended the call, throwing my phone at the wall, causing it to shatter into pieces.

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I awoke on the cold, tiled floor of my kitchen, surrounded by empty alcohol bottles, as I stood up to find asprin for my throbbing headache, I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door, momentarily blinded by the sun's rays, I saw the exact person I wanted to forget, Frank.
I groaned, making way for him to come inside, once he did, he took a seat on the couch, remaining stiff. I sat on a chair across from where he was sitting and stared blankly at the floor, I didnt want to look at him, he knew of my feelings for him, and he fucks my brother. He spoke up, I reluctantly looked up, my eyes meeting his, my stomach churned at the unwanted butterfly feeling.
"Gerard, I know what I did is unacceptable, and I understand if you dont ever talk to me again- which I won't ever blame you for, I just wante-" I sighed loudly, cutting him off.
"Frank I dont want to hear it. Get out." I said, pointing in the direction of the front door, he got up, his gaze fixed on the floor and he obeyed, leaving me alone in my shitty apartment.

I didn't want this, but I couldn't stand being around him.

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