NO ONE'S P.O.V
ALSO 2 MONTHS LATER
Mikey hadn't gone to jail, and so far Pete hadn't either.
But Pete was being put on trial and was under house arrest for a while.
And Mikey had stayed with him the whole time, babying him like he was an injured bird with a broken wing. 'Can I get you something, Pete?' 'What do you wanna watch?' 'Is your pillow comfy? Do you want a drink?'
And honestly, Pete was getting fucking sick of it. So he called Gerard, then Gerard had to come get Mikey and whipped up some lame ass excuse as of why he needed Mikey to come over.
Now Frank is pissed because he came home late from work and Gerard is begging him to go out on a date for him because he needed Mikey to get out of the house to watch the kids because Pete is going fucking mad.
"Come on, please Frankie? Pleeeaaasee?" Gerard begged, pouting at Frank. "I said no! Chill the fuck out Gerard! Pete can grow some damn balls and tell Mikey to fuck off himself!" Frank shouted, and Gerard got upset and started crying because Frank never yelled at him, and he had make up all over his face now.
"Quit being a damn baby! You cry over every damn thing Gerard, man the fuck up!" Frank yelled, then slammed the bathroom door.
What happened next shocked Frank into freezing, half naked. "F-fuck you Frank!" He heard Gerard scream from behind the door, then a loud bang against the wood.
Gerard had thrown a fucking candle at the door.
Frank swung the door open, nostrils flared and his face bright red. "Clean this shit up now! And look, now I have to replace the fucking door!" He screamed, "Why the fuck do you have to throw a damn temper tantrum! I swear, you're such a fucking ba-" "Don't even finish that sentence Franklin Iero." Gerard growled.
Frank was beyond pissed now. "Don't get a fucking attitude with me prissy pants." He quipped, folding his arms across his chest.
And he really wish he hadn't, because Gerard sent a blow to his nose, and fuck did that hurt.
Frank stumbled back and groaned, Gerard starring at him with wide eyes, holding his aching fist to his chest as tears poured from his cheeks.
This is how Mikey found them.
Gerard was curled up in the corner crying, face all bloody. Frank was curled up on the bed, his right eye bruised and his nose and lip were bleeding.
"What the fuck happened here?!" Mikey cried, kneeling next to his big brother.
Gerard just shook his head and shakily got up, swallowing hard as he went into the wrecked bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth and ran some warm water over it.
"Frank?!" Mikey squeaked, "Where are the kids? Oh my god." Mikey said as he ran out.
The twins were hiding under a blanket on Lucas' bed hugging each other tightly, "Lucy baby what happened? Are you two okay?" He asked softly.
Lucy looked up at him, "M-momma and daddy got in-in a big fight and h-hurt each other." She said sadly, sniffling a little.
"I see baby, are you two hurt?" Mikey asked again, "N-no, just scared." Lucas said, nuzzling his sister.
"It's gonna be okay." Mikey whispered and picked them up.
Gerard slowly wiped the blood off of Frank's face, whispering 'I'm sorry.' over and over again.
Frank just sat there starring at him with sad eyes as Gerard cleaned up.
And Gerard hadn't even cleaned himself up, so Frank was forced to stare at his bloody mess of a face, and it hurt him more than the punches did.
