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I nodded, "She's fine..." I said, knowing I was full of shit. She was far from fine. But it wasn't my place to talk to Mikey about it. Unfortunately, my brother could tell when I was lying.
"Something's wrong," he said, studying me. I looked away and pushed past him, making my way downstairs to the living room to wait.
He followed. Asking, "What is it?"
"Nothing," I replied flatly.
Evan walked into the room during the awkward silence that had ensued. She occupied the spot next to me on the couch and leaned into me. "Did you want to go now?" I asked.
She shrugged, "I dunno, Mikey do you need any help cleaning up?" she asked politely. I sure hadn't planned to help him clean.
He shook his head. "No you kids run off," he said, trying to be funny. I smiled, his attempts at humor were so uneffective, that it usually ended up being somewhat funny any way.
Evan dug for her keys in her bag and upon finding we said goodbye and left.
I climbed into my car, slid the key into the ignition, turned it and the engine started. I checked my mirrors, catching a glance of myself in the rearview. Who was I trying to kid. I couldn't walk around all day with a purple mark on my face. Before pulling out I grabbed a bottle of cover-up out of my purse, rubbing it onto my face. Gerard gave me a weird look. "Didn't you do all that good stuff while getting ready?"
"Uh..." I started, still blending, "I... kinda just, erm, wanted to , y'know, get out of there..."
"Oh," he said, seemingly oblivious to the rough delivery of that lie.
"Yeah," I mumbled, shoving the makeup back in my purse and pulling out of the driveway.
"Do you want to catch some lunch or something?" Gerard suggested.
I agreed and we stopped at a diner close to my place. As we walked in Gerard slipped his hand into mine. Something about it didn't feel right... I pulled away rushing to the first table I saw.
I sat down fiddling with my fork and Gerard took seat across from me. "You okay?"
"Mhm," I mumbled, setting my fork down, staring at it and then rearranging all the cutlery.
He placed his hand on top of mine, stopping me from lining the knife up with the spoon. I finally looked up. "Don't lie to me," he said softly, "You can tell me, what is it?"
Thankfully, the waitress walked up to the table, "Coffee?" she asked.
I flipped over my cup and stared at the dessert menu. Gerard got a cup too and started dumping sugar in it. When he figured out I wasn't going to answer his question, he repeated it.
I shook my head, "Its nothing."
"Evan I'm not stupid I am well aware something is bothering you." he said. I think I had read about this cheesecake dessert over twenty times at that point.
The bell above the entrance rang, signaling someone was walking in. I looked up to see that the person standing there was the last person in the world that I wanted to be looking at. I could feel the color drain from my face, and Gerard must have noticed this as he turned to look in the direction I was staring.
At least we were in a public place, with lots of witnesses.
He spotted us and oddly enough, smiled, walking toward us and sliding into the booth next to me.
"Hey, Gee, Evan," he said, moving even closer to me. "I am so sorry things got out of hand this morning."
"Out of hand?! You knocked her out Franky that's a little past out of hand." he said, not getting too loud, seeming as we were in a public place, with lots of witnesses I reminded myself.
I kept my head down, staring into my coffee cup. I snapped to an upright position when I felt Frank's hand on my leg. I looked over at him, immediately looking away in an attempt to make my nausea go away.
"I know... look I said I was sorry,"
I felt myself begin to tremble.
"Maybe sorry isn't quite enough this time," Gerard said for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to speak even if I tried.
"Let her answer for herself Gerard." he turned to face me, "Evan do you forgive me?"
No. "Well..." No. "I dunno," NO! Unfortunately, I dunno, meant something a lot different than no. What was I trying to prove? I knew I could never say no to him. He knew it too.
Gerard stared at me blankly from across the table, his mouth hanging open.
"I knew you would baby," he said in a low voice, kissing my cheek. I shuddered.
"No! Frank, she doesn't forgive you!! I won't let her get caught up in this again!!" People started to stare. "You do know the only reason she's doing this is because she's afraid of you,"
I gave him a look, pleading at him not to do this now.
"Everyone makes mistakes Gerard," was his defense.
"No, I don't care I'm NOT letting you do this to yourself Evan." he said, looking at me, fire burning in his eyes.
I tried to leave the booth, but being trapped on the inside by Frank was making this endeavor a lot harder than it should be.
"Frank, get out of my way." I stated, unable to make direct eye contact.
He wouldn't budge, too busy fighting with Gerard, too busy making a scene. I ended up having to climb over him. They had barely even noticed I left. Well no one followed me at least. I walked to my car, and just sat in the drivers seat. Waiting for something....