I froze and looked down at Gerard who had heard the same thing. Our eyes widened. She was calling the cops.
“Mom, can you let me in?” I said through my teeth.
She blinked and moved aside, watching as I moved Gerard to the familiar chocolate brown couch. I was surprised that my parents hadn’t changed the living room one bit, since I had left. “Frank, how did you get here?” She was leaning against the door with her hand on her chest, her face pale. I didn’t answer her I just turned to Gerard, who was now a pasty white color, his face glistening with sweat. She moved to the small table next to the staircase and picked up the phone. At first I was afraid she was going to call the cops, but then I realized she was just calling my dad.
“Frank?” She said quietly into the phone. “It’s Frank.” I rolled my eyes. “No, Frank, not you… It’s our son. Frank. He’s in the living room.” I could picture my dad at work, raising his eyebrows, trying to figure out what had brought on my mother’s ‘nervous breakdown’. “Get your ass home, Frank!” She hissed into the phone. “Thank you!” She hung up and spun around, looking at me as if to check if I was still there. “How did you get here, Franklin?” She asked, taking a deep breath.
I noticed she didn’t want to come near me. I smirked. “I took a bus.” I lied. She seemed to believe it, and she brought her hand back to her chest. “How did you get out of Mountain View?” She asked after another moment.
“I organized an escape plan with a secret ninja society.” I said seriously. She blinked probably wondering if I had officially lost my mind. “Mom, I really need your help.” I nodded towards Gerard.
She frowned and took a cautious step forward, watching me carefully. “Who is that?” She asked, staring at Gerard.
“He’s… He’s a friend, mom. He’s really sick. Just… help me?” I said after a moment. My mom had been a nurse for a few years, and I was positive that she would help me take care of Gerard – but she just stood there.
“Is he from Mountain View too?” She continued staring at him.
“What? Yes, mom!” Gerard let out a whimper at my raise of voice. “Would you just fucking do something?” I asked her, but she didn’t move.
This is why I hate my parents.
There was the sound of an engine, and then a car door slamming. How fucking great. The door opened and my dad walked in. He opened his mouth to say something, until his eyes landed on me and Gerard. He shut his mouth quickly and swallowed. He walked over to my mom and she wrapped her arms around him – reminding me of how Gerard wrapped his arms around me; except this time it grossed me out.
“Frank, what are you doing here?” My dad demanded, stepping forward. My mom let go of him and took one step back. “How did you get out of that asylum?”
I blinked and stood up. “Does that really fucking matter right now?” He nodded his head. Oh. “Well, I’m not telling you.” He probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. Besides, I couldn’t tell him the whole story.
“Who is that kid on my couch?” He asked, shooting a look at Gerard who was slowly trying to sit up, a dazed expression on his face.
“Gerard.” I replied lamely.
He frowned. “I want you to tell me what the hell is going on Frank Anthony.” He demanded, taking two steps closer to me. Out of instinct I took one step back, but then regained my composure.
“Look, I just came here because Gerard’s sick. And I thought… I forgot that this is…” It sounded stupid saying that I had forgotten that this was my old house – I probably would have recognized it right away if it wasn’t for my boyfriend collapsing in my arms. “Mom, you’re a nurse. Just… help him and we’ll be out of your hair.” I’ll go knock on someone else’s door.
“Linda…” Dad motioned for mom to go to the other room. I let out a sigh of relief, hoping that she had gone to get something that would help Gerard. Dad sighed and leaned against the back of the sofa. “Frank, you can’t just come into our home… with… another… case.” He was searching for the word.
”Your home?!” I spat. “It’s still our home. I’m still your son!” I felt incredibly angry. “Or am I just a fucking case to you?!” Tears filled my eyes, except they were full of anger and not sadness. “You sent me there and there’s nothing wrong with me! Were you that fucking desperate to get rid of me?!” I screamed.
“Frank…” My dad held a hand up as if to calm me down.
“Why the fuck do you hate me?! Why-?!” I paused. I could hear mom talking in the kitchen.
“Yes… Mountain View… Two patients… broken into our home… yes…”
I froze and looked down at Gerard who had heard the same thing. Our eyes widened.
She was calling the cops.
Author’s Note- Tell me what you think? x