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Secret's POV
I sank to my knees and I cried. I finally understood just how hurt Frank truly was. I knew exactly what he was feeling. My heart felt as if it were shattering into a million tiny pieces. Those same jagged pieces felt as if they were slicing up my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I could feel Frank's arms snaking around my trembling frame. I fought to get away from him. My small fists hit his chest with little force. I was too weak to fight back. He only held me tighter until I finally gave in and buried my face into his chest. I sobbed until I could barely suck any air into my already burning lungs and then I sobbed some more.
"P-Please baby, calm down. You are going to make yourself sick, Secret." I only cried harder in response.
"I love you, Secret. Please calm down. I will come home. I will do anything. Just please calm down, baby."
I honestly tried to stop the salty tears that were leaking from my eyes but it was impossible. They just kept coming and coming, choking and gagging me. I felt myself being lifted from the ground and carried in the direction of our vehicles. Frank silently opened the passenger side door of his car and gently set me on the seat. He brushed my hair aside and placed a light kiss to my forehead. I curled in on myself, facing toward the window and silently began to sob once again. My chest felt heavy and my heart seemed to have turned into one huge chunk of ice in my chest. I was so fucking angry with Frank but at the same time I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me and love me and tell me everything would be okay.
Frank's POV
Gerard was right. Secret is crushed. I can see it in her eyes. Her heart is breaking all over again and it is all my fault. If I would have just said no. If I would have never went out with Zacky this would have never happened. How could I have been so fucking stupid and careless?
Once I pulled into our driveway I cut the engine and walked around to the passenger's side. I opened the door and scooped Secret into my arms. She buried her face in my chest and I kicked the door closed before turning and carrying her into the house and up the stairs to our room. I lay her on the bed and slid her shoes off before pulling the unmade comforter around her. She didn't say a word nor make a sound. She wouldn't even look at me. She just stared blankly at the wall. I sighed as I kissed her on the forehead and went downstairs to find Pete. I found him in the spare bedroom.
"Pete?"
I saw him freeze, every muscle in his body tensing as he slowly turned to face me with wide eyes which shone with fear.
"Pete, I am not here to fight. I need a favor."
"Y-Yeah. Anything, Frankie."
"I made a huge mistake and it is tearing Secret's world apart. She's broken right now and I just need one free night to focus solely on her and cope with this. Could you please keep the twins tonight?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"They are at Mikey's house. Just tell him I sent you to get them. I'll come get them first thing tomorrow morning."
"Take as much time as you need. They will be fine with me."
"Thanks Pete. I'll go pack an overnight bag for them."
I turned to leave the room but Pete's voice stopped me.
"Frank?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened?"
I sighed heavily as I turned back and joined Pete on the bed.
"I fucked up, Pete."
Pete slung an arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"So did I, Frankie. So did I."
"Yeah. We are in the same boat now." I muttered bitterly.
"What do you mean?"
"Zacky called. The stripper is.....she's also p-pregnant."
"Frankie, no." Pete gasped. I only nodded.
"Frankie, I'm sorry. I really hope it's not yours."
"Me too, Pete. Me too."
"Come on, I'll help you pack the twins' bag."
"Okay."
We silently made out way to the twins' room and began preparing an overnight bag for them when a loud crash broke through the silence. My immediate thoughts went to Secret. I dropped the bag that was in my hands and rushed to my room. Just as I suspected that is where the noise was coming from. I tried the knob only to find it was locked. More crashing and banging rang through my ears.
"Secret? Secret, open the door!"
She didn't answer.
"Dammit baby, open the fucking door!"
I heard glass shattering and I panicked. I threw all of my weight against the door but it didn't budge.
"Pete, help me!"
Pete and I threw all of our weight against the door and by the third try the door splintered and popped open. Pete and I toppled to the floor. The room was a mess. Clothes and bedding was scattered from one side of the room to the other. Broken picture frames littered the floor. Lamps were smashed. Secret was lying amongst the shattered glass of our mirror. I crawled to her side and called her name but she didn't answer.
"Fr-Frankie?"
"What Pete?!" I snapped. I honestly didn't mean to snap at him but I was upset and irritated.
"S-She's bleeding!"
"What?"
"Her arm. It's bleeding."
Sure enough, it was. My heart sank as I observed a large gash starting at her wrist and ending just below her elbow. Sticky, red blood poured from the wound. My stomach churned at the sight. Had she done this to herself? Had my mistakes drove her to want to commit suicide?
"Frank? Frank!"
My head snapped toward Pete to see what in the hell he could possibly want at a time like this.
"What?!" I growled in frustration.
"We need to get her to the hospital. She's losing a lot of blood and the babies could be in danger."
I only nodded in response as I scooped Secret into my arms and tossed the car keys at Pete. We rushed from the house and I climbed into the backseat with Secret as Pete took the wheel and sped off toward the hospital. The only comforting thing at this moment was the steady rise and fall of Secret's chest which signaled her breathing. Her wound was gushing blood which was spilling over and soaking both of us. Hoping to staunch some of the blood flow I removed my shirt and wrapped it tightly around her arm. It helped only slightly as the blood continued to flow rapidly.
Salty tears pricked at my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. My chest constricted and felt as if a ball of lead had settled where my heart should be. Why would she want to die? I know our lives are fucked up but we still have two beautiful children who need their mother. Not to even mention the two unborn babies growing inside her at this moment.
My stomach clenched almost painfully as I pressed my palm to her still flat abdomen. I could care less if these babies were mine or Pete's at this point in time. They were just two innocent babies and I knew I would love them all the same. They were still a part of Secret and right now that was good enough for me.
I felt the car come to an abrupt halt and glanced up to see the red emergency room sign. I hurriedly slid from the vehicle and rushed inside with Pete following closely.
"Please! We need help!"
A nurse immediately came to my side and directed me to follow her to an empty room where I lay Secret onto a gurney. The nurse informed me I would have to return to the waiting area and wait for any news. As soon as I spotted Pete on a couch I collapsed into his lap and broke down. I wept uncontrollably. My body shook with every heart wrenching sob. I could feel Pete rocking me gently and mumbling nonsense into my ear. He too was sobbing loudly as we clung to each other for dear life. I couldn't lose Secret. I don't think I would survive the heartache if I did and not only would I lose Secret, I would lose two of my children. I decided right then and there that whether or not this babies shared my DNA they would still be mine. It no longer mattered to me as long as both Secret and those babies made it.
xo britt
I sank to my knees and I cried. I finally understood just how hurt Frank truly was. I knew exactly what he was feeling. My heart felt as if it were shattering into a million tiny pieces. Those same jagged pieces felt as if they were slicing up my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I could feel Frank's arms snaking around my trembling frame. I fought to get away from him. My small fists hit his chest with little force. I was too weak to fight back. He only held me tighter until I finally gave in and buried my face into his chest. I sobbed until I could barely suck any air into my already burning lungs and then I sobbed some more.
"P-Please baby, calm down. You are going to make yourself sick, Secret." I only cried harder in response.
"I love you, Secret. Please calm down. I will come home. I will do anything. Just please calm down, baby."
I honestly tried to stop the salty tears that were leaking from my eyes but it was impossible. They just kept coming and coming, choking and gagging me. I felt myself being lifted from the ground and carried in the direction of our vehicles. Frank silently opened the passenger side door of his car and gently set me on the seat. He brushed my hair aside and placed a light kiss to my forehead. I curled in on myself, facing toward the window and silently began to sob once again. My chest felt heavy and my heart seemed to have turned into one huge chunk of ice in my chest. I was so fucking angry with Frank but at the same time I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me and love me and tell me everything would be okay.
Frank's POV
Gerard was right. Secret is crushed. I can see it in her eyes. Her heart is breaking all over again and it is all my fault. If I would have just said no. If I would have never went out with Zacky this would have never happened. How could I have been so fucking stupid and careless?
Once I pulled into our driveway I cut the engine and walked around to the passenger's side. I opened the door and scooped Secret into my arms. She buried her face in my chest and I kicked the door closed before turning and carrying her into the house and up the stairs to our room. I lay her on the bed and slid her shoes off before pulling the unmade comforter around her. She didn't say a word nor make a sound. She wouldn't even look at me. She just stared blankly at the wall. I sighed as I kissed her on the forehead and went downstairs to find Pete. I found him in the spare bedroom.
"Pete?"
I saw him freeze, every muscle in his body tensing as he slowly turned to face me with wide eyes which shone with fear.
"Pete, I am not here to fight. I need a favor."
"Y-Yeah. Anything, Frankie."
"I made a huge mistake and it is tearing Secret's world apart. She's broken right now and I just need one free night to focus solely on her and cope with this. Could you please keep the twins tonight?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"They are at Mikey's house. Just tell him I sent you to get them. I'll come get them first thing tomorrow morning."
"Take as much time as you need. They will be fine with me."
"Thanks Pete. I'll go pack an overnight bag for them."
I turned to leave the room but Pete's voice stopped me.
"Frank?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened?"
I sighed heavily as I turned back and joined Pete on the bed.
"I fucked up, Pete."
Pete slung an arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"So did I, Frankie. So did I."
"Yeah. We are in the same boat now." I muttered bitterly.
"What do you mean?"
"Zacky called. The stripper is.....she's also p-pregnant."
"Frankie, no." Pete gasped. I only nodded.
"Frankie, I'm sorry. I really hope it's not yours."
"Me too, Pete. Me too."
"Come on, I'll help you pack the twins' bag."
"Okay."
We silently made out way to the twins' room and began preparing an overnight bag for them when a loud crash broke through the silence. My immediate thoughts went to Secret. I dropped the bag that was in my hands and rushed to my room. Just as I suspected that is where the noise was coming from. I tried the knob only to find it was locked. More crashing and banging rang through my ears.
"Secret? Secret, open the door!"
She didn't answer.
"Dammit baby, open the fucking door!"
I heard glass shattering and I panicked. I threw all of my weight against the door but it didn't budge.
"Pete, help me!"
Pete and I threw all of our weight against the door and by the third try the door splintered and popped open. Pete and I toppled to the floor. The room was a mess. Clothes and bedding was scattered from one side of the room to the other. Broken picture frames littered the floor. Lamps were smashed. Secret was lying amongst the shattered glass of our mirror. I crawled to her side and called her name but she didn't answer.
"Fr-Frankie?"
"What Pete?!" I snapped. I honestly didn't mean to snap at him but I was upset and irritated.
"S-She's bleeding!"
"What?"
"Her arm. It's bleeding."
Sure enough, it was. My heart sank as I observed a large gash starting at her wrist and ending just below her elbow. Sticky, red blood poured from the wound. My stomach churned at the sight. Had she done this to herself? Had my mistakes drove her to want to commit suicide?
"Frank? Frank!"
My head snapped toward Pete to see what in the hell he could possibly want at a time like this.
"What?!" I growled in frustration.
"We need to get her to the hospital. She's losing a lot of blood and the babies could be in danger."
I only nodded in response as I scooped Secret into my arms and tossed the car keys at Pete. We rushed from the house and I climbed into the backseat with Secret as Pete took the wheel and sped off toward the hospital. The only comforting thing at this moment was the steady rise and fall of Secret's chest which signaled her breathing. Her wound was gushing blood which was spilling over and soaking both of us. Hoping to staunch some of the blood flow I removed my shirt and wrapped it tightly around her arm. It helped only slightly as the blood continued to flow rapidly.
Salty tears pricked at my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. My chest constricted and felt as if a ball of lead had settled where my heart should be. Why would she want to die? I know our lives are fucked up but we still have two beautiful children who need their mother. Not to even mention the two unborn babies growing inside her at this moment.
My stomach clenched almost painfully as I pressed my palm to her still flat abdomen. I could care less if these babies were mine or Pete's at this point in time. They were just two innocent babies and I knew I would love them all the same. They were still a part of Secret and right now that was good enough for me.
I felt the car come to an abrupt halt and glanced up to see the red emergency room sign. I hurriedly slid from the vehicle and rushed inside with Pete following closely.
"Please! We need help!"
A nurse immediately came to my side and directed me to follow her to an empty room where I lay Secret onto a gurney. The nurse informed me I would have to return to the waiting area and wait for any news. As soon as I spotted Pete on a couch I collapsed into his lap and broke down. I wept uncontrollably. My body shook with every heart wrenching sob. I could feel Pete rocking me gently and mumbling nonsense into my ear. He too was sobbing loudly as we clung to each other for dear life. I couldn't lose Secret. I don't think I would survive the heartache if I did and not only would I lose Secret, I would lose two of my children. I decided right then and there that whether or not this babies shared my DNA they would still be mine. It no longer mattered to me as long as both Secret and those babies made it.
xo britt
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