Don't play dumb with me....
Here's the answer to the question several of you asked: "Are you going to kill off Gerard?"
YOU WILL HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT.
Lately, I've been obsessing over two things: Jimi Hendrix- I MEANT TO SAY GOD (Hendrix is God, obviously.), and Guitar Hero. Syd and I (If you are not familiar with Sydney, her page is PineappleExpress, and she's currently writing the story, "The Memories That Haunt Me". I came up with the title for her.... teehee. We hang out practically every day.) are always playing online and competing with each other. :)
Also, Syd came over the other day and I put the X's over her eyes like Frankie did during Revenge, and I did the whole "face taping" thing Gee did. It looked epic.
I know you wanna read the story, so I'll shut up for now.
Gerard had fallen asleep again. I heard my cell phone go off across the room, and rushed to get it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Frank." the voice said. I knew who it was. I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry.
"Jamia." I said. "What's going on, baby?"
"I don't know." she said, her voice harsh. "Why don't you tell me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Well maybe if you explained the pictures of you and Gerard, we'd be a little more clear."
"W-what pictures?" I asked. What was she talking about?
"THE ONES OF YOU TWO MAKING OUT AND TOUCHING EACH OTHER, THAT'S WHAT!" she yelled.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said.
"Don't play dumb with ME Frank Anthony Thomas Iero! I know you're cheating on me with that bastard! Me and Lindsey both know!"
I couldn't help but think that I forgot something....
I forgot to erase the pictures off of that girl's phone.
"Calm down, sweetie." I said.
"No! I will not CALM DOWN! My own husband is cheating on me!" she started to cry.
"Shhh. I'm sorry, baby. Calm down. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" she sniffled on the other end of the line.
"Yes." I said.
"Break his heart." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. Break his heart. Your relationship will be over, he go flying back to Lindsey, and we can be together."
"....okay." I said.
"Get a piece of paper, I'll tell you what to write down." she said.
I did what she said, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I hung up and left the note next to Gerard. I closed the window, and walked out of the house, dialing a number on my phone. Mikey.
"Hey. I'm leaving Gee's, okay? Check on him around twelve-ish, okay?" he agreed, and I started to walk home.
I got a call two hours later.
It was Mikey.
"Oh my god, Frank! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!" he was obviously crying.
"What?!" I asked.
"It's Gerard." he said. "He's sick."
That was enough for me to know the severity of what I've done.
I walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell. I heard something like a scream. It was Gerard.
I almost broke down the door, and ran up the stairs. I found him in his room, pale white, his hands over his heart.
"H-h-help." he managed to spit out. I dialed 9-1-1 and started to perform CPR.
He was having a heart attack.
The ambulance and paramedics soon arrived and took him away. I got to ride in the ambulance. They rushed him into the emergency room, and said that I had saved his life, but he was in critical condition.
Something had taken him by surprise and put on that last ounce of pressure his heart needed to blow out.
I called Frank.