My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 15

"Fuck, ouch." Gerard gasped turning to the mirror putting his hand to his red cheek.

"Damn fucking right ouch! I will break your goddamn nose you fucking-"

"Frank!" Gerard cried cutting me off, he turned to me, trying to calm me down, honestly I didn't understand how in hell he had the guts to be calm. Actually I wish I knew how he had the guts to marry me before telling me he fucking married Bert, but to tell me and expect me to be calm about it was definitely too much to ask.

He was fucking lucky I hadn't broken his nose, I happily would have done, this wasn't even a situation in which you could say I was too harsh, I was not. Yes, I forced it out of him, but Jesus Christ, if I hadn't and it had been longer that he had waited to tell me, I could have killed him. Of course I made him tell me, but that was beyond the point, I shouldn't have had to that should have been the first bloody thing he told me when we got together. Correct me if I'm wrong, I told him I was married did I not? I told him - although it was sort of a given - that I had a kid, didn't I? He fucking knew I worked at a gay strip club and lived like a tramp for the first few weeks in New York.

One thing I should have been told was that! It was bad enough he hadn't told me when we got together, but I could have forgiven that. He should have fucking told me after all the problems with Bert after he kidnapped Kyle, if that's not time to tell me I don't know when is, but even that I would have forgiven. But dude, three years into marriage is too fucking late, the last time it was necessary. I needed to know by then, he should have fucking told me, that shit's not cool.

"Frankie I-"

"Don't you fucking dare, 'Frankie' me, I will fucking castrate you and choke you with your own dick." I spat in his face pushing roughly past him, to my suitcase off the top of the closet, jumping once, I yanked it down, shoving a few pairs of jeans and some sweatpants in.

"Frank, listen it wasn't like that, I was drunk." He pleaded tugging on my arm to stop me, he tried to push me away from the case, "Frank, I didn't know what I was doing, I was shitfaced, I was upset over you, I missed you." He said tears in his eyes, he yanked at my arm again, this time I ripped my arm away holding my fist to my face in level with his, he backed into the corner and I grunted continuing. "Frank I did it for-"

"I don't fucking care that you did it, you do whatever the fuck you want." I growled packing two or three shirts, to last me a few days, plus my jumper. "Tip for next time, tell your partner your divorced, before you marry them." I shouted at him pushing past him to get my toothbrush and Kyle's, before packing underwear, before heading out of our room to Kyle's room.

"Frank what are you doing, wh-"

"Shut up, Kyle does not need to witness this, he's been through more than enough without seeing this too." I pushed him up against the wall pressing my finger hard into his lips, his tears rolled down his face running over my hand, bringing me to the realization of just what I was doing, now he knew what it was like when he did it to me.

Stepping back I turned to go into Kyle's room, before he grabbed my arms pulling me back, "What the hell are you doing Frank, d-don't do it. Kyle does-"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me what Kyle needs, I am his father, and you are a lying dick, how do I even know any of this was real." I flipped him off, pushing him away and slipping quietly into Kyle's room. Gathering a few days worth of clothes and underwear, I made sure I had everything he would need, before taking it back to my suitcase. Trying to stay angry rather than let myself believe I wanted to stay, I did everything I could to ignore Gerard crying on the bed by my suitcase. "You should have thought about this when you proposed, because lies ruin relationships." I sighed struggling to stay angry and ignore it.