50 Things I've kept a secret- Frerard

Open the bag.

I was sitting on the couch relaxing when Gerard came up to me with my gym bag. "Frank. What're you doing? Go to the gym." He said and set it down. I sat up and sighed. "Gerard open the bag." I said not able to look at him. He opened the bag that was full of nothing. I never removed the stuffing from it. He looked extremely confused and I stood up and walked over to him and hugged him.

"Gerard. I'm a really bad person, okay?" I whispered. He nodded. "Yes you are!" He said crying. I know he doesn't know what I did, he only thinks he does. "Gerard I don't go to the gym. I go with my friends to smoke pot." I whispered. He looked at me and pulled away. "Why?!?" He yelled at me.

I sighed and looked into his eyes. "Gerard I won't do that anymore. I'm sorry for everything that I've done." I whispered.

"What all HAVE you done Frank?!?" He yelled at me. I can't answer that Gerard. The answer would be so overwhelming you couldn't handle it. I'm sorry Gerard.

"A lot." I said simply.

"Well until you can tell me what you've done to me. Then just stay away from me!" He yelled crying. I wrapped my arms around him not being able to control my need to comfort him.
"Don't touch me!" He screamed. "You lied to me Frank. You're a drug head."

I looked at the man I love me sighed, "Gerard please calm down." He looked like he could kill me right now. "Get out of my house!" He yelled and I obeyed. I didn't know where to go, so I just didn't leave the yard. It was dark anyways so it's not like he would see me. I lied down inside of the small dog box and I was very greatful I built that when the rain began to pour.

The next morning my back was killing me. I got up stretched and walked inside. That dog was laying in my bed next to my husband. "Gerard." I whispered and he shot awake.

"Oh. Where were you last night?" He asked accusingly. Come on he's the one who kicked me out of the house and now he's being rude.

"In the doghouse." I said truthfully. He rolled his eyes, "I didn't your smart remark." I sighed and liked over to him. "Sweetie, I slept in the dog box last night." I said choosing better words. He looked at the ground blushing. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"You didn't do anything Gerard." I assured him and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's okay Frankie. Just don't do it anymore okay?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay sweetie I won't  I promise."

We walked to the kitchen quietly and I made him breakfast. Honestly the only thing he knows how to make is spaghetti, so I do all of the cooking. "You want an omelet?" I asked him.

"Sure Frankie." He said slipping his hands under the hem in my shirt and rubbing my back. "Does your back hurt?" He asked kissing in between my shoulder blades, "Y-yeah a little." I said, deciding not to lie anymore.

"Okay Frankie. I'll take care of breakfast you can go lay down." I smiled at him. "Gerard it's okay."

"Please?" He asked and I turned around to face him. "Why?" I asked confused. Maybe he just wanted me out of the kitchen. Maybe he doesn't really forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me.

"Because Frankie, it's my fault you were literally in the doghouse, so go lay down and take a nap." I just woke up and even though my back really hurts, I'm not tired. "I'm okay. I'm not tired." He sighed. "Please? Just lay there then." I nodded not wanting him to feel bad and walked to the bed and laid down. I know I said I wasn't tired, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

Gerard's POV
I walked in to tell Frankie that breakfast was ready, but he was sound asleep. I smiled and walked over to the bed and lay down next to him. I wrapped his strong arms around me. He's amazing, I love him so much.

I have to admit that I think he's hiding something from me. I know he was on drugs, and he said he's changed, but I think there's more and that scares me. What could be worse than doing drugs behind my back? I don't know I just know I want to lay here right now wrapped up in his strong arms relaxing against his chest.

I just kept thinking about how much I loved this when he whispered, "Hey sweetie." I smiled and rolled over, "Goodmorning." I whispered and buried my face deep into his chest.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me and rubbed my back. "I love you Gee." He said quietly and I smiled against him. "I love you too."

1. I hate your spaghetti
2. I don't go to the gym
3. I love smoking pot.

A/N I think this chapter might be better. Idk. If you see any grammar errors, you can comment.

-Emotional Orange 🍊