woMan Up (frerard)

Chapter 27

I did not realize it's been this long since I updated I'm sorry

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It was weird having the apartment all to myself. Maybe it was for the better, maybe not. It was lonely, gave me way too much time for my own thoughts. And one of those thoughts led me to start thinking about home again.

I sighed, going to the closet. I took off my dress and put on some of Gerard's jeans and a hoodie. I had to go home and get something that belonged to my mom. It was something that I wasn't really ready to part with since I didn't have anything else left of her other than that photo of the two of us.

I grabbed the keys to Gerard's car and drove back to my house. Gerard's been gone for two weeks now and I missed him so much. But he was getting help and if being away from me will help him with that then that was fine. He just wished he could know how he was doing. Wished he could get some sort of text or confirmation that he was at least doing okay.

I parked on the street outside. It looked so different. Of course, it was exactly the same but my perception of it has changed so much. The windows that once held life were cold and the vibrant flowers were dull and dying. My dad's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully as I went up and grabbed the spare key from under the mat.

The house was messy, empty beer bottles everywhere. I went upstairs to my mom's jewelry box and picked up her pearls. She loved these pearls more than anything, they were from her grandma. She always promised to give them to me so that way I could one day give them to my own daughter.

A car pulled up outside and I panicked, shoving the pearls in my pocket. I was running down the stairs when my dad opened the door and we both stared at each other for a moment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm a boy," I blurted in a panic.

"Well, obviously you're a boy," he said.

"I-I was just leaving," I said.

"You really got a pink cast?" my dad asked.

"It was the only color they had," I lied. "I-I broke it doing manly stuff. Playing football. I have a girlfriend. She's a model. I-I'm very manly. I wear suits."

"I'm going to call the police," my dad said.

I ran out, ducking under his arm that tried to grab me. I drove off, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn't until I was back at the apartment that I broke down sobbing. I wasn't sure exactly why, the tears just started pouring out. My ringing phone interrupted me and I answered.

"H-hello?" I asked shakily.

"Hey, do you wanna go to the drag show tonight?" Lindsey asked.

"I-I'm kind of busy," I mumbled.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.

"It's nothing," I said. "I-I just saw my dad and I guess I'm maybe just a little emotional or something."

"Oh, sweetheart," she sighed. "You know what, I'm coming over. I'm gonna stay the night there with you."

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"It'll be fun, I'll pick up some ice cream and we can have a girls night in," she said.

"Alright," I agreed. "I'll see you soon, then. Bye."

I hung up and went upstairs, tidying up the apartment. Not that it was very messy, there isn't much else for me to do but clean. I went to the bedroom, putting away the lube and dildo, which I had put to use last night. It was lonely without Gerard but I made do. He told me I could use his toys but so far I've only used my own, I felt a little weird using his.