I'm Not Okay. I Promise.

Prologue

Gerard drummed silently on the dark table top. He watched the reflection coming from the bright light shining down on him as he awaited to be let go. He glanced around, there were others in the same position he was, but they looked tougher, mean. He took a deep  breath, closing his eyes with a small sigh when he heard a noise coming from behind him, his eyes shooting open. Pulling his hood up around his dark, messy hair, he sank deeper into the folding metal chair as he listened. He heard a low man's voice, booming, causing him to jump. He glanced around, the voice coming from a man who looked to be in his thirties, shouting at another who seemed to be in the defensive stance. 

He bit his lip, turning his head when he saw a guard and his best friend making their way towards the holding cell. He jumped up, racing towards the bars, his hands clasping them. "Frank..." he breathed, sighing a relieved sigh before opening his eyes.

Frank was not happy at all. He gave Gerard a death glare, shaking his head, "Don't you dare say a word. You're lucky I don't let you rot in here." He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, his red and black hair drenched and wet, obviously from the rain. "Do you know how long I waited for you at that bus stop?" He shrieked, hands flying up above his head.

Gerard heard silence behind him, the fellow mates were most likely mocking him behind his back. "I'm sorry, it won't happen aga -" His face was full of sympathy, he was cut off by Frank's finger and a low groan.

"You're fucking right it won't happen again Gerard. Because I'm done. I'm done fucking sitting around and waiting for you to grow up. This is the sixth time in two months. The next time, the next time, don't expect me to fucking be around to bail your junkie ass out."

Without another word, Frank turned and headed back for the waiting area of the police station. The officer slowly made his way towards the holding cell, allowing Gerard to be escorted out. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he shook with furry.

By the time he got to the waiting room, Frank was no where in sight. He looked around, making his way toward the checkout desk as he knocked on the window. The lady looked up with a cocked drow, sliding open the bulletproof glass. "Can I help you?" Gerard gave the lady his name, and she gave him a nod, "You've been sign out. I was told to tell you that your cab is waiting for you outside."

Gerard couldn't believe what he heard, "Cab?" He asked, making sure he didn't hear wrong , bur she repeated and shooed him away, gesturing toward the stack of files on her desk.

Sure enough, when he exited the familiar building, there was his ride. A bright orange car with a checkered banner above the hood, reading 'Taxi Services' and listing multipule numbers. He rubbed his eyes, hesitant but was taken from his trance when the horn blew.

He jumped, glaring slightly before ignoring the car before him and taking off running. He wasn't going to put up with this. He wasn't going home to a disappointed family only to hide in his basement any longer. If Frank wasn't going to be there anymore, than why should he?