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"What is it?" I asked, kneeling in front of her, cupping her face in my hands and wiping away her silent tears with my thumb. "Evan, its okay. You can tell me- "
"I'm pregnant," she mumbled.
It took about five minutes for those words to even process. And I finally clued in as to why she didn't want to tell me. She didn't know who the father was. I stood up feeling next to no emotion. Evan clung to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and crying into my stomach.
"Calm down," I said, peeling her arms away from me, "I just... I need to think."
"Are you mad?" she asked through tears.
"I can't be mad at something you had little to no control over.. I just.." I paused.
I took a deep breath in, "Do you have any idea how fucking complicated things will get if its not..."
"I know Gerard, its not like I fucking want this,"
I shook my head, realizing how insensitive I was being, "I know, its okay. Listen I'm here. And I'll help you. Everything will be fine,"
She smiled weakly, "Thank you,"
Later, after a very long lapse of silence, Evan fell asleep in my arms. I carefully pried myself away from her, then finding my self walking to the kitchen, sitting next to Mikey a cup of coffee warming my hands.
"So?" he asked.
"This is so fucked up," I mumbled into my cup, before taking a large gulp.
He sat uncomfortably for a minute, making it evident he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry bro. I hate to say this but did you ever think that Evan isn't the victim in all this?"
I gave him a look, "She's the one that keeps getting abused."
"I know that-"
"Well then how can you say something so stupid?!" I replied, I little too loudly.
"Frank called today, we talked for a long time. Its not like he wakes up in the morning and decides he's going to hit her,"
"So that makes it okay?" I yelled, "He manipulates people, that's what he does. And now he's got you too"
"She's just as manipulative Gerard, think about it." he said, his words almost venomous, "Do you know where Frank even is right now?"
"No, and I don't fucking care. Do you honestly believe the words that your saying right now?"
Mikey shrugged. "He's put him self in an anger-management program at the mental institution. He really loves her."
"Thanks for fucking defending him over your own flesh and blood." I hissed before storming out of the house. I needed a fucking cigarette.
I stepped around the corner after hearing way to much of that conversation. Mikey's eyes widened and he began talking a million miles a minute. All I caught were about three I'm sorry's.
I stopped him, "Its okay. You're right,"
He furrowed his brow in confusion. "I am?"
"I don't even care anyway. Frank called?"
He nodded, still that look of utter confusion on his face. "Yeah, I have a number, if you want to talk to him..."
He handed my post-it note with a phone number scrawled across it. I grabbed the cordless off its cradle and shuffled into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat down on the cold tile floor cross-legged and leaned against the door.
I didn't really realize just what I was about to do until someone picked up on the other end. "Hello, Clifton Mental Hospital, Judy speaking, how may I help you today?"
Mental Hospital? What the hell?
Then I realized this was the part when I was supposed to say something. "Oh, Um yes, is there anyway I could talk to Frank Iero?"
"One moment please," she said, followed by the beep signaling I was on hold.
A few minutes later he picked up the line, "Hullo?"
I swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in my throat. "H-hi," I managed to spit out.
"Evan? You aren't supposed to know I'm here."
"I accidentally overheard Gerard and Mike talking."
I sighed, "Okay, not completely."
"Why did you call I thought you hated me anyway,"
"I've told you this a million times over Frankie, I could never hate you."
"You got really mad when I showed up the other day I just thought-"
I cut him off, "I. Could never. Hate you." I repeated, slower this time.
"Well I'm getting better here. I'm gonna learn some self control. You know..."
"I have something to tell you,"
"I'm pregnant...with your kid...I think."
I nodded, only seconds later realizing that a nod is a motion not a sound, "Yeah... I don't really know..."
"Who the father is?" he finished for me.
"If its mine...will we get back together?" he asked, using that honey-covered almost sickeningly sweet voice.
"I don't know Frank that's not really the first thing on my mind right now,"
"Why'd you call then?"
"To tell you.... and just to talk."
"You miss me," he teased.
I didn't want to admit it, but he was right. "Where are you? Can I come visit you sometime?"
"Yeah, it's about five minutes out of town. Mikey knows where it is. He's coming tomorrow. You can come with him."
I bit my lip, "I might just do that."
"Okay," I could hear the smile in his voice, "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye,"
I pressed then end button and set the phone down on the floor. This is so fucked up
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