The World Is Ugly But You're Beautiful To Me

The Thing I Thought I Loved

*SKIP FOUR DAYS*

It only took a couple of seconds to put on some make up I heard a crash down the stairs and dropped my bag running down to see Gerard on the floor and my father about to hit him I jumped in front of him and he hit me instead I took a couple of hits until I saw Gerard grab his arm before he could hit me again.
"Leave her alone," Gerard spoke angrily
"Fuck off," my Father shouted trying to hit me but Gerard grabbed his other arm and pushed him to the wall.
"Leave her alone," he shouted inches from his face I lay in the ground shaking before pushing myself back to the counter.
"Fine!" My father yelled and pushed himself off the wall before walking into the living room.
"Ella!" He skidded over and hugged me as he fell to my side, kissing me he held my hands.
"Thank you," I smiled and he held my hands
"Ella you took punches for me, why?" He hugged me tightly.
"I couldn't let you get hurt," I spoke quietly
"E..."

I woke up and shot up before running to the bathroom stumbling over everything in my way even hitting a couple of walls until I got to the bathroom and I threw up.
"El?" Frank asked walking in and rubbing my back as he comforted me "are you okay?" He asked holding my hair back.
"I think I need to go to the hospital," I stated
"Okay right now?" He asked and I nodded "right lets go," he picked me up and took me to the car before driving me to the hospital.

HOSPITAL

"Hey eh my girlfriend's sick," Frank said to the lady at the front desk.
"Okay well here's a sheet just sit over there and fill it out and hand it back when you're done we'll try to get you a doctor," she smiled as she handed him a sheet and a pen.
"Thanks," he smiled as he walked me over and sat me down. "Are you alright?" He asked filling it out.
"No," I lay my head on his shoulder feeling like the room was a fucking rollercoaster ride even though I knew it was staying still.
"Don't worry we'll get you someone to help," he told me smiling, it made me feel better.
He got up five minutes later and the lady asked him to fill some more out up there, I felt my phone buzz but before I could pick it up a guy came running in with a gun threatening to shoot everyone, we all stood in silence but Frank slowly walked over to me.
"HEY GET AWAY FROM HER!" The voice was familiar but I didn't know.
"SHES GOING TO PUKE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Frank retorted.
"I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" He yelled
"NO YOU WONT!" Frank answered back
"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!!!" Frank was doing a good job of pissing him off.
"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE SMART?" He shouted at Frank as he reached me.
"YOU'VE GOT A GUN WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER WHAT I THINK?" Frank yelled back at him before rubbing my back, I realised something I was going to faint, or puke, or cry, or all three.
"Frankie?" I whispered as I grabbed on to his collar trying to hold myself up, but it was no use I was already in the floor and watching everything go black, the very last thing I saw was Frank above me looking worried.

I woke up on a couch in the waiting room, I turned my head to see the guy with the gun pushing Frank up to the wall and putting the gun to his chin.
"Stop!" I tried to yell but I came out as just audible.
"Els!" Frank smiled at me but the guy still had his eyes locked on him, I saw sudden fear appear in his eyes.
"Please don't shoot him," I pleaded to the guy with the gun as I slowly sat up, the world was spinning and I could barley stand.
"Why not?" He turned to me as I got up and nearly fell back down.
"Because think about it, you're killing a teenager, someone's son, a future father, a brother, a cousin, the man I love." I told him and he seemed to be loosening the grip on his gun slightly. "You're killing a guy who has a family, and friends, and a girl who loves him, just because you can. If you don't do it you're seriously going to shorten your time in prison, but you kill him you could be put on death row and that is not something you get out of for good behaviour." I told him bluntly
"So what if I kill you?" He turned to me but still had Frank against the wall with the gun at his chin, I shrugged at him.
"Go on kill me," I told him as I moved up the rows of people trembling "I dare you to shoot me," I told him putting out my arms.
"Els!" Frank exclaimed.
"Shut the fuck up!" The guy yelled, what he didn't know was that I knew exactly who he was and I knew for a fact he would t shoot me or Frank, or anyone for that matter.
"Do you want me to help you?" I asked walking up to him and pulling his arm away from Frank and up to my throat. "Now pull the trigger," I told him, Frank nearly screamed as he heard the trigger... But no blood, no bullet no death.
"You fucking idiot." I told him kicking him and punching him until he fell to the floor.
"Maybe learn to take the fucking safety off," I told him taking the gun out of his hand "Tommy, why would you do that?" I asked
"Wait you know him?" Frank asked and I nodded at him.
"One of my Dads friends, I know how to piss him off." I explained.
"I wanted you dead, your dad done so much shot to me and then he died." He told me
"So what's with killing me?" I bent down beside him.
"You're the closest to him as it gets." He said, needless to say I punched him in the face "but he never told you did he? He never said he loved you and he never ever ever told you that your mum wasn't your mum." He stated, I nearly fell but Frank kept me on balance.
"What?" I asked
"Your mum is my wife." He said bluntly, before I could say anything police officers filled the room, and took him away along with the gun and four of five answers from me.

My Mum wasn't MY Mum...
WHAT THE FUCK?????!!!!!!!?????!!!!!????!!!!!