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“Cemetery?” Slim kinda chuckled. “Yeah I suppose Sing Sings like a cemetery.” He tells me and it takes me a second to realize what he's actually saying.

“You're saying my dads in jail?” I ask somewhat relieved but still somewhat terrified. He just kinda nodded and it hit me. “My dads N Walker.” I say lowering my eyes a little. Confirming out loud what I already knew. Slim kinda looked over at me a little like how would I possibly have known that. I mean I knew why. I had just finished telling him how I didn’t know anything and then I pull this name out of thin air.

“So you know then.” He says a little annoyed that maybe he thought I was fucking with him.

“I had found a paper.” I start to tell him my voice shaking slightly as my mind sped along… Fuck. My papas always known who he was, where he was….and he never said anything. Not even after my mom died…

Was it just that horrible that he couldn’t tell me? Maybe he just forgot? I mean he suffered a lot after that stroke… But no… that’s not something you could forget. And Mr. Reefers known, and Mr. Samuel and fuck knows who else… How come no ones ever told me?

I wanted to ask Slim why… I mean why did everyone keep this from me? But I didn’t get a chance. Right as I went to open my mouth the car door swung open.

“Out.” Gerard says reaching and grabbing my arm and lifting me out.

“Wait!” I protest as he slammed the door back shut. Slim immediately started the car back up. “No wait!” I yell out towards Slim. He was gonna leave and I wasn’t ready for him to go yet. I still had so many questions.

“I’ll give you a call later Elle.” He chuckled. He seemed to find my name amusing for some reason.

“You cant” I gasped a little. “I don’t have a phone. I'm not at my house.” I tried to explain and he nodded a little.

“Yeah I know.” He said and I kinda frowned. How does he know that? “Don’t worry I’ll find you.” He says as he starts to pull off and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

“Aw fuck Gerard.” I muttered watching him drive off. Turns out the guy Gerard and Frankie chased for 14 blocks wasn’t Will. Just someone who bared a creepy resemblance to him. Which made me feel somewhat better but not really…

“You okay baby?” Gerard asks me and I shrugged. “Elle?” He insists when I don’t answer him.

“Gerard he said my father is Nicky Walker.” I tell him softly and he just kinda looked at me for a second.

“Aw Elle, I'm so sorry.” He says pulling me into a hug and I resisted.

“Sorry for what?” I ask a little confused.

“Cause he's-“ He started to say and I guess noticed the look on my face. “I mean you're happy?” He said sorta like he didn’t really believe it.

“Well yeah.” I tell him and he cautiously nodded.

“Okay.” He said slowly like he wasn’t really sure what to say anymore.

“Why shouldn’t I be? I mean you don’t think I should be.” I started to panic. “Gerard do you know something that I don’t know?” I started to freak out… Maybe Gerard's known he was my father all along too!

“No Elle.” He sorta chuckled as he brushed the hair from my face. “If you're happy then I'm happy hmm?” He says stroking my cheek and I nodded a little. “Its just you don’t look so happy.” He tells me.

“I just have a lot on my mind.” I reply and he nodded and leant forward and kissed my forehead and I smiled.

“Come on lets go home.” He tells me and I didn’t argue…

I let Frankie ride up front and I curled up in the backseat and took a nap. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I just shut my eyes to try and think a little and the next thing I know I hear Frankie getting out and saying goodbye. I lifted up my head and looked around.

We were in front of Frankie's house now…safely back home in Jersey… I glanced over at the clock it was a little after four… The ride back didn’t even really take that long. I guess we missed rush hour traffic.

“So what now?” Gerard asks me as I climbed back over in the front seat. He grinned a little as I pulled my dress back down once I was seated upright.

“I wanna get out of this dress.” I complained.

“Yeah that’s what I was thinking of doing too.” He teases me and I laughed.

“Gerard I'm serious.” I tell him and he smiled.

“Yeah me too baby.” He insists and I swat at his arm a little.

“Come on I've been wearing this dress since- aw fuck what day is it?” I ask a little panic stricken.

“Its Wednesday.” Gerard tells me.

“Aw fuck Gerard I missed Lia's birthday! It was yesterday!” I cry out and he shrugs. “Gerard!” I whine.

“Look baby I'm sure she understands.” He tells me and I make a face.

“We’re talking about Lia.” I tell him and he smirked a little. “Gerard!” I whine once more.

“Well what do you want me to do baby? Turn back time?” He laughs.

“No. I gotta go get her something.” I tell him and he makes a face. “I do.” I insist and he doesn’t say anything. “You don’t have to come.” I tell him and he shrugged.

“No I wanna come. It’ll be fun.” He tells me but I know he was lying. He just didn’t want to leave me alone…

I figured we’d go up to the mall. I could pick out a few things for Lia and some shit for myself too. So that’s what we did. And it really worked out that he came with me… Well for me at least. I mean he ended up carrying most of the bags and shit. Sorta like Bob did that time.

“So you having fun yet?” I teased Gerard as I threw another pile of clothes into his arms.

“Elle you're not really gonna buy all this shit are you?” He says and I laugh.

“Well yeah Gerard.” I tell him and he shakes his head a little. “Its not all for me. Somes for Lia.” I try to explain and he just groaned a little.

“Just try to hurry up…please.” He says and I smiled.

“So you're saying you're not having fun with me?” I ask and he just looked at me like he didn’t know what to say. I don’t know if he thought maybe I was trying to start a fight or what.

“I…uh” He bit his lip a little.

“I'm just teasing you!” I giggled and he just continued to look at me a little untrustingly. “Come on. I know you're not having fun.” I tell him and he shrugged. “I mean what did Bobby say about the husband shit sucking.” I say a little absentmindedly as I flipped through the racks.

“What?” Gerard says wrinkling his face a little.

“Huh?” I reply a little lost.

“What did Bob say?” He repeats.

“Oh um… he said something about how he has to do all the sucky husband stuff, like carrying the bags and the shit I'm making you do now.” I laugh and Gerard sorta smiled. “He said that it was unfair that he had to do all the shit and you had all the fun.” I laughed once more. “But if he could see you now.” I teased Gerard and he kinda looked at me a little funny.

“So you're saying Bob said he wanted to do what with you?” He asks and I looked at him a little confused.

“What?” I ask and Gerard frowned. It took me a second to realize what he was thinking. “Oh stop it Gerard he was just kidding.” I tell him.

“Well, when was this?” He asks me and I shrugged.

“A long time ago.” I tell him and I can tell he was thinking about it. The way his eyes were shifting around. “Really now Gerard.” I scold him. He was being ridiculous…

“You ready to go yet?” He says shifting his eyes back on to me and I nodded.

I had paid for all the shit and we were practically almost out the door when Gerard stopped walking.

“Maybe we should get something to eat.” He tells me and I shook my head no.

“I don’t wanna eat.” I tell him and he frowned.

“You haven’t eaten anything since lunch.” He tells me and I shrugged.

“Well neither have you.” I point out and he smiled.

“Well that’s why we’re gonna eat now.” He tells me and I make a face. “Just sit down.” He tells me pointing over to the bench by the doorway. “I'm gonna go run these bags to the car.” He tells me and I shrugged. There was no point in arguing with him. I mean I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to eat and I wasn’t going to eat, but I at least had to pretend to eat something or he wasn’t gonna let it go…

As I watched Gerard run over to the truck and open the door up, to toss the bags inside all I could think of was how much I loved him…Even with all his overprotective-ness and his temper that he tries to hide and his need to control me… He only does that stuff cause he loves me, cause he worries for me, cause he cares…And I'm so fucking ungrateful sometimes. Always resisting, always going against him. And for what? Just to go against him? I don’t know. He only wants what's best for me. I know that deep down inside. So why do I always give him shit? I kinda smiled watching him jog back and I stood up when he was a few feet away.

“I'm gonna eat something Gerard.” I tell him determinedly and he sorta smiled at me.

“Uh okay.” He says squinting at me.

“What?” I laughed.

“You all right?” He says and I cocked my head to the side a little.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You just seem happier all of a sudden, Not that I'm complaining.” He adds and I laughed.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you.” I tell him and he smiled pulling me against him. “And how I'm gonna start listening to you more.” I tell him and he stepped back a little.

“Ah now I know you need something to eat!” He laughed and he reached over and put his hand on my forehead like he was feeling if I had a fever or something. “You're getting delusional.” He teases me and I swat his hand away.

“Gerard.” I whined and he laughed.

“Come on.” He says grabbing my hand in his tightly and leading me back inside. We were heading towards the Ruby Tuesdays, which I didn’t really have a problem with. I mean I figured I get like a salad or something. Something I could finish. Something to show Gerard that I was serious about listening to him… And I was. I really was…

But as soon as we walked in to the restaurant my incredible mood just plummeted… I mean the last thing I expected was to see him there, but yet there he was…just a few feet away…sitting in a booth with…holy fuck! is that-