Killjoy Family

Chapter 4

Gerard's POV

"What the fuck, Frank?!" I yelled flipping the table over. He stood with the same angered expression on his face as me.

"She's fucking mine!" He yelled kicking the table to the side and walking to me.

"Becky is mine! She fucking loves me! I am the shit!" I yelled stepping closer to him.

"You know fucking what, Gerard? You're a self centered bitch! Why would she fucking like you anyway, emo fag?"

The words hurt. They stung like someone shot me in the heart. He was just like everyone else, he was nothing special. My sober mind began to give advice.

"You are just like the rest of them, Frank. Now get the fuck out of my house! I shouldnt 've never let you in here anyway, prick!"

He looked at me annoyingly and went to the couch to grab his jacket.

"See you later, bitch." He murmered before slamming the door. I sighed and grabbed another beer.

Becky had snuck out earlier with Mikey, and he wasn't home yet, and they took my car. Shit. I plopped down on the couch and recalled the arguement. Somehow we were both madly in love with her, which wasn't really true. Then I kicked him out. Great. I hoped he forgot by the time he got home.

It looked about four am so I decided to call it quits. I stumbled up to my room, shutting my door and diving on to the bed.

Sleep found me quickly and I passed out half on the floor and half on the bed.

***

I stretched awake and glanced at the clock. It was half past ten.

WIthin seconds a headachee killed my mind and then acheness took over. Nothing a Tylenol can't fix.

I bumbled down the stairs to find the house empty except for Mikey, who was probably upstairs being emo and un-social. I began to fix myself a pot of coffee when I felt my phone in my pocket. I guess I should apologize to Becky, it was my fault I ruined her night anyway.

I quickly punched in her contact and waited. She picked up.

"Hello?"

"Becky? This is Gerard."

"Hey, Gerard! Are you feeling okay, after last night?"

"I'm fine, I've been through worse I guess. Um, I called cause I kind of owe you, after ruining your night. You want to do something today?" There was a pause.

"Yeah sure! Do you want to come over, I don't want to put too much strain on you."

"Uh, sure, be at your place in twenty?"

"Sounds good. See you then. Bye."

The ine went dead and I leaaned against the counter, the headache increasing. I sighed and grabbed some Tylenol and took it with my coffee. I jogged up stairs to shower and make myself look presentable, then went outside. The air was nice and breezy, the annoying birds were still chirping their asses off and the neighbors were still annoying as fuck with the lawn  mower.

I pulled my hood up and walked faster, Belleview didn't have the safest streets. I remembered the way to her apartment, since it was in the same building as Frank. I was there in ten minutes, contemplating whether to knock or not. My mind finally made its descion and tapped on the door.

Within seconds it opened, but it wasn't Becky. A largish woman in scrubs stood in the doorway.

"Hi is Becky home?" I asked in a shy voice.