disconnected | gerard way

Chapter Seventy-Three: Broken Liquor Glasses

"Mommy wake up, Frankie is being a meanie!" Piper exclaimed and pulled on my cold hand that was hanging off the bed. With this I shot up in my bed and looked over at Piper who had glossy puppy dog eyes.

"Oh honey, what did he do?" I asked and tucked a string of her messy brown hair behind her ear.

"He told me to go away." She responded and stuck out her bottom lip into a pout.

"He's probably not feeling good." I smiled, remembering the dozens of cups of liquor he downed last night. "Let's go talk some sense into him."

She nodded and grabbed onto my hand, or so my index finger due to the fact her hands were so tiny. I looked back quickly to see Gerard sleeping away, I cranked my neck over to the clock to see it was twelve in the afternoon, he must be hungover too. I followed my pumpkin as she led me into the living room. There laid Frank on the recliner, Mikey on the couch, and Ray asleep in the other recliner.

"Frank why are you being a meanie to Piper?" I asked with a soft voice to not awake Ray, but finished the question with a giggle.

"My head fuc-fluffing hurts." He complained and placed his right hand on his forehead. I rolled my eyes and let go of Piper's fingers, walking into the kitchen to receive some pain pills. I grabbed the white bottle and poured two pale blue pills into my hand and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge.

I placed the pills in Frank's left hand and placed the water on the table between him and Ray's recliners. "There."

"Thanks." He whispered and swallowed the pills dryly.

"Hardcore." I whispered and walked back into the kitchen to make everyone breakfast - or lunch since I knew they didn't feel good. I took out a frozen waffle box, a frying pan, cold bacon, and seven paper plates - I don't like washing dishes, what can I say?

"I help mommy?" Piper questioned and tugged at the belt on my black robe.

"Can you please lay out the plates, and grab some cups from the cupboard, the stool is already there." I instructed but knew that she wouldn't understand, I mean hell, she barely can talk correctly. But she is two, I'm not even really sure why she can talk....clear? Okay so she doesn't talk clear at all but you get my point, right?

"Okay!" She exclaimed and gripped the pile of paper plates and scurried over to the dining table.

I placed two waffles into the toaster and placed four pieces of bacon onto the frying pan. After waiting a few minutes the ding on the toaster went off so I picked those two waffles up and placed two more in. Then I took the four piece of bacon off the pan and placed them on paper towels. Everything was going normal until I heard a crash of glass next to me. I looked over to see Piper broke a glass cup. She looked shocked and backed away but then started bawling her eyes out.

"Shh baby it's okay." I cooed, say on the cold kitchen floor, and pulled Piper into my lap, petting her hair.

"I'm sorry mommy, I'm sorry mommy, I'm s-" She repeated and still crying into her hands.

"What's wrong!?" Gerard asked frantically, rushing into the kitchen.

"Piper broke a cup accidentally and now she's scared I'm mad at her...I think, I don't know." I confessed and tried to calm Piper down by rocking her in my lap. But she wouldn't budge she just kept crying.

"Piper, come here princess." Gerard demanded in a soft tone and sat on the ground across from me. She hesitantly crawled over to Gerard and sat in front of him sniffling.

"It's okay princess, you didn't mean to break it. Just be more careful, okay?" He questioned and sighed, probably from irritation for having to wake up to this mess. Piper nodded and gave Gerard a hug, he picked her up, still cradling her. It was so fucking cute. He took her into the living room, setting down to a now alert Mikey, placing my pumpkin in his lap.