Save me from my self destruction.

Chapter 7

"Gerard...Gerard?" Frank said as he opened the door to the spare room. It was only a day or so after their discussion in the kitchen and so far Gerard hadn't said a word. Not to mention some if Franks whiskey had gone missing...

"Gerard are you okay?" he opened the door fully to reveal the room was completely empty. Frank sighed, he hadn't seen Gerard leave his room let alone the house, where could he be? Suddenly a loud sob came from the bathroom that was attached to the small room.

"Oh Jesus." Frank muttered under his breathe and walked, quickly, towards the bathroom. It was locked, of course.

"Gerard, Gerard let me in or so help me god."

"No, leave me here to die..." A hysterical voice replied.

"See I would but the court case would be to much hassle so..." Frank retorted, attempting at a joke.

"Just go away Frank, please."

"Not gonna happen buddy."

"Frank what the hells going on?" Jamia said from just outside the room." She didn't look as angry as usual, probably because she hadn't been in the house properly for awhile.

"Gerard's locked himself in the bathroom..."

"Of course... Gerard hun you need to come out of there." she said with surprising kindness in her voice. It was foreign to Frank, he hadn't heard it since before...

"Why should I? I'm no use to anyone, even my wife doesn't want me."

"Yeah well if you don't come out of there I'll call your therapist, and he'll call the hospital and what do you know you'll be in care, is that what you want?" She said with venom in her voice. There was the Jamia he was used to, maybe the kindness was just a trick of the mind.

"J don't..." frank said quietly. He didn't think threading would help much really.

"Well I didn't see you coming up with any bright ideas." She sighed rubbing her eyes. "Look as long as he's in this house we're responsible for him so I'm not letting him kill himself in one if the bathrooms, it not happening alright?"

"I know I just don't think threatening him is the best plan."

"Of course you would know what the best plan is."

"J, I've done this before with him, remember? I know how to handle it."

"So your saying I can't handle suicidal people because I think I did I pretty good job dealing with y-" she was cut off by the door opening slowly to reveal a very drunk, very upset looking Gerard. The smell of alcohol was on him, his eyes looked red and swollen, sunken deep into his face. He looks so much different the he did only yesterday, like he hadn't slept at all that night.

"Can you two stop arguing over nothing please you're probably upsetting your children" he chuckled as he slunk towards his bed. "At least you can still see your children... That must be nice, yeah..."

"Okay deal with him, as you obviously know how to handle this" Jamia snapped, striding out the room.

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Okay so in case you hadn't notice, you probably have, I'm not a very good writer and I really don't know if I should continue this so, maybe if you've liked this story so far you can say so so I don't feel like I'm wasting my time, yeah. Thank you.