Teach Me How to Love Again (Sequel to Dirty Little Secret)

Chapter 86: These Nightmares Always Hang on Past the Dream

*~(The title of this chapter is from Impossible Year by Panic! at the Disco.)~*

*~Gerard's P.O.V.~*

I was nervously approaching the door to my parents' place. Today was the day I had to face them. I nervously knocked on the door, and it took a few minutes for them to answer.

"What are you doing here?" my mother asked. "Didn't we make it clear that we never wanted to see you again?"

"I-I... I just wanted to apologize," I muttered.

"Why can't you be more like your brother? All you've ever done is let us down. You're nothing but a disappointment," my father said.

"I can't believe our son turned out to be nothing but a pedophile. You deserve to rot in prison for what you've done," Mom agreed.

"M-Mom, Dad, please," I begged, but all they did was slam the door in my face.

I was almost in tears as I turned around and, much to my surprise, met eyes with Sky. She must have waited for me.

I held out my arms for a hug from her, but instead I felt a harsh pain in my cheek. I opened my eyes and realized she had slapped me.

"Your parents are right about you. Why would I love you? You're nothing but a pedophile! You're pathetic! I hope you do rot in prison, you sick fuck!"

"Sky, wait!"

"Don't talk to me! I never want to see you again! We're over!" she shouted, then she ran away.

I broke down and started crying right in the street by my parents' house. I had just lost everything.

*~Skylar's P.O.V.~*

I was woken by Gerard clinging to me from the spooning position we had fallen asleep in. I smiled, but my mood immediately changed as I felt a few tears against the back of my neck.

I managed to free myself from Gerard's tight grip so I could turn and face him. He immediately clung to me again, then he nuzzled his head into my chest to let the few stray tears fall.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked as I ran my fingers through his disheveled hair.

"J-just a nightmare," he mumbled, his speech muffled by my chest.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He nodded, then he lifted his head from my chest. "I-I dreamt that I went to face my parents, and they wouldn't let me apologize. They called me a pedophile, and they slammed the door on me. A-after that, I went to you for comfort, and you agreed that I was a pedophile, and you said you never wanted to see me again," he cried. "My biggest fear right now is losing you. I-I can't handle the thought of you giving up on me."

"Baby, that won't happen. I would never agree with anyone who said those untrue things to you. Plus, I'm sure your parents are going to be very happy to see you again. They'd never say those things to you."

"I-I just can't lose you," he repeated sadly.

"Shhh. You won't lose me, baby. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm scared, Sky," he whimpered.

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm terrified of facing my parents. What if they really don't forgive me? I fucked up. I was a terrible son. They probably hate me."

"They're your parents, honey. I'm sure they could never hate you. I was a terrible daughter, but my parents never hated me. It's gonna be okay."

"I'm sure you were the best kid in the world compared to me."