disconnected | gerard way

Chapter Fifty-Four: Spilt Second Arguements

The trip from the hotel to home was the shortest trip ever. Before I could even blink I was standing in front of my home. I took a deep breath as Frank unlocked the door. Once he opened the door the smell of alcohol and cigarettes poured out of the house.

Why did Gerard withdrawal so much from me just being gone one night, not even a full day.

I shook this thought out of my head as I stepped into the home. As soon as Frank shut the door feelings of regret filled every crevice in my body. I walked to my room feeling out of place, I placed my cold hand on the even colder metal handle. I opened the door and heard the hinges squeak. What revealed wasn't as shocking as thought but was still just as depressing.

There laid Gerard, he was crying into a pillow and kept repeating 'I'm sorry'. All the blankets were pushed off the bed, empty bottles of alcohol was placed on the bedside tables, along with some cigarettes.

I couldn't believe all of this withdrawal was from me being gone less than twenty-four hours. Have I really had this effect on him?

He put out his hand and grabbed his phone, he pulled out a contact and hit 'call'. In a split second my phone started ringing. I pulled it out quickly to silence it but it as no use, Gerard already saw me.

"Violet?" He asked with glossy hazel eyes.

His voice sounded so raspy, like he hasn't talked in years. His hair was a tangled and greasy mess. And his eyes seemed dull and glossy with tears.

...How did this happen?

"Yeah it's me." I replied with a small smile.

"Why haven't you been answering me?" He asked.

"I-I just needed some time to think."

"Oh yeah, because stealing my whiskey flask and checking into a fancy ass hotel is definitely thinking." Gerard argued.

"I came her- er forced to see if we could work this out but seeing you're still acting like an ass I guess we can't fix anything."

"I'm being an ass? You're the one who won't answer my damn call and keep running from me!"

"I was thi- having time to myself and I run because I can't deal with damn drama!" I shouted back.

"Well you're the one who started this damn drama!"

"If you haven't had lied this wouldn't have happened!"

He pondered for a second but came up with a response.

"You shouldn't have taken it so seriously!"

"Well you should learn to stop acting so childish!" I shouted.

He sighed and put his hands up in defeat.

"You're right, you're always right." He sighed.

"Now what do you say?" I asked smugingly.

"I'm sorry for lying."

"And I'm sorry for taken it so seriously, I just got scared you would lie to me more."

"Violet I wouldn't lie to you if I didn't have a valid reason."

"If you say so."

"Yeah, yeah, so are we good now?" He asked with a toothy grin.

"Of course babe." I replied.

I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I snuggled my face into his neck as he giggled.

"Comfortable?" He questioned.

"Very." I replied with a smile.

I kissed his neck and he poked me in return.

"Did you just poke me?" I asked.

"Pfft maybe."

"Why!?"

"That's why." He replied and poked my side.

I giggled and a smirk was planted on his face.

"Is little Miss Violet ticklish?"

"Gerard I swear." I replied and got up.

"Oh you aren't going anywhere."

He then got up and started tickling me.

"Gerard Arthur Way I swear, I will slap you!"

"You can't if I just tickle you forever."

"Gerard!"

"Fine." He huffed and let go of me.

"I hate you." I giggled as I laid in bed.

"You love me." He replied and laid next to me.

"You're right."

"You know I am."

And with that I fell into deep sleep.