The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 4: Why the hell are you going to New York for?

Gerard's POV:

I'm pacing around the room, Frank creeping over my thoughts. I groan in frustration. I cant do this- not with Mikey's babysitter. I continued pacing around my room until I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, crossing my arms.

The door slowly opened. "Gee?", Mikey asked, peeking his head in until bringing his whole body inside. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I assured him, uncrossing my arms. "Something wrong?"

"No. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to play with me?" Mikey asked, his eyes filled with hope. "We can watch cartoons or color?"

"Sure, buddy." I nodded, smiling.

"Yay!" Mikey giggled, running towards me and jumping. I picked him up and carried him on my hip. I honestly love him, he's my brother and I cant hurt him. He's like my first priority. Sure, I'm not trusted to take care of Mikey, but I actually do take care of him when I'm not at school or out.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked, swaying my hips.

"Color!" Mikey said, playing strands of my black hair. I nodded.

We went downstairs and the coloring books were already set up on the coffee table. I set Mikey back down and he ran to the T.V, turning it on; Looney Tunes on the screen. He sat on the floor criss cross, coloring on his coloring books- watching the T.V now and then.

I sat next to Mikey and joined him.

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"Gerard!" I heard my mom calling, interrupting my time to sketch in silence. I exited my room, following the sound of my mother's voice, which was at the living room.

"Yes, mom?" I asked.

"Don't give me that attitude!" My mother scowled, making me roll my eyes. I didn't attempt to argue, instead I just let her continue what she was about to say. If this is just lecturing me for whatever the hell I've done, then I will endeavor to argue.

"Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that your father and I will be going on a long trip to New York." My mother informed.

"To New York?" I asked, my mother nodded in response. "Why the hell are you going to New York for?"

"Language!" My mom yelled, lowering her voice again. "Its business. And I've called Frank to let him know, so he'll be spending nights here while we're both gone."

"What, no! You cant!" I contradict.

"Why not? He seemed like a nice young man and he took care of Mikey very well." She rambled.

"Mom, I take care of Mikey mostly in the day. I can handle him." I told her, begging her not to let Frank stay. I mean I like Frank but I'm still trying to get use to his presence. Wait, that's a lie. I don't want Frank here at all.

He gives me this weird vibe and my anxiety just increases by his presence. I don't want that to happen at all. He even compliments me and I don't know how to accept them.

However, we did just have sex in my little brother's room. But that was wrong, therefore I promise myself to not ever speak to him again.  

She sighed. "I know. I just- you're in this stage where you need help and I cant really trust you to take care of Mikey."

In this stage? What the hell does that mean? Depression or anxiety isn't a stage- is a freaking medical condition. The words slip out of her mouth and it gets me kind of ticked off, she just doesn't understand what I'm going through. Hell, she doesn't even know about the beatings at school.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Call Frank and do whatever the hell you want. It's not like I get a saying in this fucking conversation."

"Gerard, language!" She yelled. "This is the exact reason why I don't want you to take care of Mikey!" 

"Okay, I get it! I'm fucked up and Frank isn't." I stated, my hands motioning while I speak.

"That's not what I meant, Gerard." She said, her eyes pleading. "Please, don't talk about yourself that way. You aren't messed up, you're just having trouble, that's all."

"No, I am messed up." I guaranteed her. "Trust me, I am."

"I don't believe that's true and I know for a fact that you aren't." She sternly said.

I sighed, "Whatever, believe what you want."

"Your father and I will leave early morning tomorrow before you and Mikey wake up." She said, believing she has won the argument. "And I'll leave a note for you on the counter."

"Okay, mom." I said, before going back to my room.