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Go back to the day it all started
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It’s been 5 days, 18 hours, 33 Minutes and 52 seconds since he walked out. He left me. He just left. He hated me and I didn’t blame him. For the past 5 days all I’ve done is look after Matthew, That’s it. I can’t keep food down and all I do at night is cry, everything smells of him. I’ve tried to call him, but he never picks up and I’m to chicken to leave a voicemail. His words are all that go thought my mind. If Matthew was not in the other room, I would more then likely do myself in.
Flash-back
It was a cold day, Winter in full swing, snow covered everything in sight. Every kid was out playing in the snow with there friends. Christmas was only a week away, Christmas being one of my favourite holidays, I was very excited. This year would be the second Christmas with my one and only Gerard Way, plus Christmas day was our anniversary, 2 years together and I had the perfect gift for him. Seeing as it was a Sunday, we were having a lazy day; we never did much on a Sunday because we were exhausted from working all week. The heating was on full blast and we were watching crap on TV, cuddled up to each other. There was a soft knock on the door; I’m surprised I even heard it. I looked at Gerard and he looked down at me after a few minutes.
‘What Frankie?’
‘Did you hear that?’ I looked towards the front door of our apartment and looked back at my lover.
‘Hear what Frankie?’ I got up and headed towards the door.
‘There was a knock; I think someone is at our door.’ I opened the door but counted see anyone, until I looked down. There was a small boy, no older then 3 standing there, he looked terrified. He was wearing a thin coat and ripped, dirty jeans, scurfy runners and had a small bag-pack on his back. He was holding a peace of paper in his tiny hands. His big brown eyes started up at me, prying I wouldn’t hurt him. I kneeled down to his height.
‘Hey there little fellow, what’s your name?’ He blushed.
‘M-ma-tthew’ His voice about a whisper.
‘Well Matthew, are you lost?’ I was slightly concerned for the little guy. Tears sprung over his little eyes lids and he shook his head and healed out the paper with shaky hands. I took it from him and opened it up. My eyes widened and I looked up at Matthew and back down, hoping I didn’t read this right.
‘Dear Frankie,
Upon your door step is our son, your son. I’m sorry you have to find out this way, but he needed you, and I need you to be his dad, the dad you should have been. That’s not your fault though, I lied to you. I’m sorry but I thought it was right at the time. But it wasn’t right, I made a mistake and I’m sorry. Because of my stupid mistake, Matthew has been brought up in the wrong place, around the wrong people. Please look after him, I can’t leave, but he can. I need your help, Please Frankie, I’m bagging you, it’s the only way I can save him. He’s dieing here.
Mia x’
‘Frankie, who’s this?’ Gerard walked up behind me. My voice was above a whisper, but he heard me.
‘He’s… He’s my son’
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‘WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE IS YOUR SON? ANSWER ME FRANK GODDAMN IT.’ His voice was full of pain and hate pure hate glazed his beautiful hazel eyes. I flinched ad with a shaky hand I healed out the paper. He snatched it from my hands and his eyes ran over it.
‘You.. you told me she wasn’t? you lied? YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME? No, I don’t want to hear it Frank, you disgust me. And you think I loved you… now I just hate you’
End of flashback
And that’s when he left.. 5 days ago..
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[*HIII GUYS THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT, SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT'S NOT THE GREATIST BUT IT SHALL GET BETTER, I PROMISE.
RATE AND REVIEW!
CASSIE X
Flash-back
It was a cold day, Winter in full swing, snow covered everything in sight. Every kid was out playing in the snow with there friends. Christmas was only a week away, Christmas being one of my favourite holidays, I was very excited. This year would be the second Christmas with my one and only Gerard Way, plus Christmas day was our anniversary, 2 years together and I had the perfect gift for him. Seeing as it was a Sunday, we were having a lazy day; we never did much on a Sunday because we were exhausted from working all week. The heating was on full blast and we were watching crap on TV, cuddled up to each other. There was a soft knock on the door; I’m surprised I even heard it. I looked at Gerard and he looked down at me after a few minutes.
‘What Frankie?’
‘Did you hear that?’ I looked towards the front door of our apartment and looked back at my lover.
‘Hear what Frankie?’ I got up and headed towards the door.
‘There was a knock; I think someone is at our door.’ I opened the door but counted see anyone, until I looked down. There was a small boy, no older then 3 standing there, he looked terrified. He was wearing a thin coat and ripped, dirty jeans, scurfy runners and had a small bag-pack on his back. He was holding a peace of paper in his tiny hands. His big brown eyes started up at me, prying I wouldn’t hurt him. I kneeled down to his height.
‘Hey there little fellow, what’s your name?’ He blushed.
‘M-ma-tthew’ His voice about a whisper.
‘Well Matthew, are you lost?’ I was slightly concerned for the little guy. Tears sprung over his little eyes lids and he shook his head and healed out the paper with shaky hands. I took it from him and opened it up. My eyes widened and I looked up at Matthew and back down, hoping I didn’t read this right.
‘Dear Frankie,
Upon your door step is our son, your son. I’m sorry you have to find out this way, but he needed you, and I need you to be his dad, the dad you should have been. That’s not your fault though, I lied to you. I’m sorry but I thought it was right at the time. But it wasn’t right, I made a mistake and I’m sorry. Because of my stupid mistake, Matthew has been brought up in the wrong place, around the wrong people. Please look after him, I can’t leave, but he can. I need your help, Please Frankie, I’m bagging you, it’s the only way I can save him. He’s dieing here.
Mia x’
‘Frankie, who’s this?’ Gerard walked up behind me. My voice was above a whisper, but he heard me.
‘He’s… He’s my son’
____________
‘WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE IS YOUR SON? ANSWER ME FRANK GODDAMN IT.’ His voice was full of pain and hate pure hate glazed his beautiful hazel eyes. I flinched ad with a shaky hand I healed out the paper. He snatched it from my hands and his eyes ran over it.
‘You.. you told me she wasn’t? you lied? YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME? No, I don’t want to hear it Frank, you disgust me. And you think I loved you… now I just hate you’
End of flashback
And that’s when he left.. 5 days ago..
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[*HIII GUYS THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT, SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT'S NOT THE GREATIST BUT IT SHALL GET BETTER, I PROMISE.
RATE AND REVIEW!
CASSIE X
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