Gerard goes back to Lindsey. shit happens.
On the drive back to my place there was a very uncomfortable silence. I could feel that Gerard was trying to muster up the courage to say something but that wasn't happening any time soon. I was way past worried, I was no longer concerned about the well being of Gerard, I was now afraid for the people who surrounded us.
When we stopped at a red light Gerard decided to talk.
"Frank? Frank, I'm sorry."
His words were greeted with silence.
"Frank, you gotta understand, it's not my fault the man wants me to-"
"Shut up!" I cut him off
"Of course it's your fault! You just don't want to admit it! You don't want help but you certainly want to kill your wife and child. I can't- I- I just don't understand you."
"But, Frankie, the man is real. I swear"
The light changed and we continued on our way.
"Gee, I know you think these things are real but you gotta snap out of it! You have an illness, that's what's happening."
"Can you drop me off at home?"
"Can you drop me of at home?" he said through his teeth
"Like with Lindsey?"
"Because I wanna go to my own goddam house and be with my fucking wife Frank!"
"Oh, well, okay" I said suspiciously
I know what you are all going to say: "Frank are you fucking crazy? You are going to leave him with his wife and unborn child, the one's he's trying to kill!"
I get it, but I have to do this for his sake, as well as my own, maybe he can come to an agreement where she moves to like fucking Nebraska or something and leaves us the fuck alone.
After I dropped Gee off at his house I decided to have a movie marathon and feel pathetic for myself, I mean come on! I was acting like a teenager who had her first period. We didn't even have a fight or write strongly worded letters to each other like we used to in high school.But whatever, time for Mean Girls.
"I'm home!" I said cheerfully
"Hey Gee! What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna stay at Frankie's" she eyed me skeptically
"What? A man can't go into his own home and be with his wife?" I said mockingly
"Well, sure honey! I just wasn't expecting you to be here, that's all, but I would love for you to help me make dinner."
About an hour later dinner was ready and we sat down, the whole cooking process was quiet, but not an uncomfortable kind of quiet like when I was in the car with Frank, we just didn't have anything to say to each other, it's like that often.
"So, how are you feeling?" she eyed me concerned
"Really? Have you been seeing the man?"
"No" I lied
"Really?" she smiled hopefully
"Yeah." I lied once again
"Oh, hun! That's great!" she gave me a hug
After dinner we sat on the couch watching a movie. It was getting dark out. I knew I had to talk to her.
We were sitting on the couch when suddenly my phone rang.
"I'll get that for you." Gerard reached and answered my phone.
He was looking away while he talked to my mother and I decided to open up my button down shirt. I wasn't planning on having anyone around so I put the buttons all the way up. I decided to make an attempt to get some with gee, after all, he is my husband.
"Your mom said she loved the strawberry tarts you made her." he said while sitting again
"Whoa! When did those get out?" he asked referring to my breasts
"Stop it" I said blushing
"You know, I really like that shirt on you." he whispered in a husky voice
Yeah! Lindsey! GET SOME!
He leaned down and began to kiss my neck tenderly. Making sure not to miss a spot. His lips found mine and my hands reached out for his raven black hair.
"I missed you" I said honestly
I woke up feeling confused as to why another body was in my bed. I turned and came face to face with my husband and all the memories came flooding back. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Me and Gerard had made love last night. He was tender, sweet and all those things he used to be before we started having problems. There was one other thing though, he never looked me in the eyes. I tried to but he would just look away. He liked what was happening, I could tell, but I can't help but feel worried by the lack of intimacy in our intimate moment.
Then, i felt it. A sharp pain shooting through my body. I felt like I was dying. I looked down to find the culprit. A knife planted on my stomach and I turned just in time to see Gerard grab his bags and run.
Leaving me here.