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A/N: Oh my GOD. What even is this?! What am I doing?! Could this be an update?! No fucking way. I don't buy it.
By the way, I can't recall reading this through, so I apologize for typos and/or stupidity.

Chapter 27: Sorry for party rockin'

If a man twice her size threatened her life with a gun in a secluded, dark alleyway, the terror wouldn't still be anywhere near the amount of healthy fear Gia felt towards her father. Though Gerard was quite scrawny and didn't possess any sort of muscles anywhere, when he became enraged, those nonexistent muscles somehow seemed to appear. At that point no one could escape the wrath of his anger. Gia called it the Hulk-effect, which was quite accurate, despite the lack of the green skin.

Therefore, it wasn't Gerard that was Gia's first choice in someone to speak to about her most recent mistake. And this mistake really was something, and it topped off every other crazy thing she'd ever done. The level of regret was also incredibly high. So, keeping in mind that this was the reason her father would end up murdering her and getting some jail time for life, Gia went to the only person she knew could help. After all, Frank was the living, walking art gallery.

A couple of weeks ago Frank had been asked by Jamia to take some distance from Gia. Not because Jamia and Gia didn't get along, but because of Lily and Cherry. Frank was easily distracted, and what with work already interfering with the family dynamics, Jamia thought it best for the two of them to really concentrate only on their own daughters for the time being. Gia understood all this (although she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit offended, and yes, she did miss her crazy Uncle Frank), and she had respected their wishes to her best ability, but right now she just couldn't care less. Gia had a problem and she needed help. Even so, she was relieved when she didn't see Jamia's black BMW on the drive way or the open garage.

It was around noon, but Gia wasn't surprised that it took Frank such a long time to open the door. Judging by the stubble on his face, the Spongebob pajama bottoms and the scruffy mess of hair on his head, she had woke him up. But other than that, parenthood really seemed to agree with him. Despite the tiny pink bow he had on his hair, he looked a lot more mature than he used to.

Then again, when he pulled her into a huge hug and his voice rose a couple of octaves, the adult vibe disappeared completely. "Gia! Oh my GOSH what are you doing here?!" Frank gasped. "I missed you so much! And I have so much to tell you!" He grabbed a hold of her hand and dragged her into the house. Frank slammed the door shut behind her and stood in front of her as if to let her know that there was no escaping, and the grin on his face was frightening.

"Okay, Frank, just calm down," Gia said, holding hands over her ears. She hadn't even thought of the affect he might have in her hangover. She'd learned to deal with it for the most part, especially the smaller ones, but Frank had this quality that brought out the roaring headache.

"Oh, hangover?" he asked, realizing only now how worn she looked. Her eyes were red and puffy, mascara gathered under them, hair twisted in knots although it was clear she had tried to comb them with her fingers, and her clothes were wrinkled as if she'd had a restless night's sleep in them. Not to mention the unmistakable scent of alcohol. When she nodded, he asked: "Coffee?"

While he was gone, Gia had looked around the living room where she'd been escorted to. The place was covered in baby toys of all shapes and bright colors. Everything looked so different, and for some reason she hadn't expected that. It was a weird feeling. She felt like she shouldn't be sitting in the middle of that room which closely resembled the baby section of Toys R Us, not after spending the night out drinking and making bad decisions like getting a tattoo. Just as she was about to leave, Frank returned with her cup of black coffee.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously when he set the cup down on the couch table.

"I don't know," she admitted, and looked longingly at the door.

"Sit down," Frank commanded. "I haven't seen you in a while. Looks like you came here for a reason."

Gia sighed, sitting down on the couch opposite of him. "Yeah, I did," she admitted. "I kind of have a problem."

"And you need me to fix it?"

"I don't think you can."

All the excitement of seeing his niece for the first time in a while disappeared and somberly he asked: "What did you do?"

"Last night I went out to this party. I met a friend there and we drank. A lot. At least I did. And once I woke up in the morning, in his apartment, on his bed no less, I soon found out that I had, well..." Gia paused, trying to find the words.

"Yes?" he asked, his eyes bulging out from the suspense.

"Do you know that thing you do when you... You know? It's like when you draw a picture, except you draw it on your skin, and instead of pencil, it's ink and it's permanent..."

Frank's eyes widened even more, if possible. "Gia! You didn't!"

"It was an accident!"

"Oh, yeah, you took a tattoo accidentally! Show me!" When she hesitated, he snapped: "Gia Micaela Way!"

"Okay, okay," she said and stood up. She went to him, turned her back, and lifted her shirt enough for him to see the blue butterfly with tribal patterns around it.

Frank was silent for a long time. Then, he sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. Gia returned to her seat. "Well I don't really know what to say. Does your father know?"

"No, I came straight here."

"Are you going to tell him?"

Gia shrugged. "I guess. When he's old and can't chase me because of his feeble bones..."

"Gia, if you came here to hear me say you don't have to tell him and that it's okay and you can just get rid of it just like that, I can't do that. First of all, where did you get it? Was it sanitary? Because if you just got that last night, it should be bandaged."

"I don't know where I got it. I don't know who did it. I don't know anything!" Gia shrieked in panic. "I am so screwed. You're not gonna tell my dad, are you?"

"No. That's up to you. What I will do however is clean that up for you. Wait here," Frank stood up, but before he left, he grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair and tossed it at her. "There's a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in there somewhere, if you want."

Gia eagerly lit one of the cigarettes and took a long drag of smoke from it. This is what she'd needed. The panic seemed to fade, but the knowledge that she was going to die didn't. But what she did know was that this time she'd gone too far. If her father knew about this, it would be the last straw for him.

A few minutes later, when she was standing in front of Frank, her back turned to him so he could clean the skin, she still wasn't quite sure how she was going to handle this.

"Why is there sand on it?" Frank asked, tossing away another ball of cotton that he'd used to disinfect the tattoo with. "You better hope this doesn't get infected. It doesn't look very good. If you wanted a tattoo, you should've gotten one done by a professional."

She ignored his ranting and instead asked: "Do you think I should tell him?"

He knew what she meant. "I wouldn't," he finally replied after a long pause. "But Gia, it would be better if he found out from you rather than see it and freak out."

"He'll freak out either way."

"True," Frank agreed, and couldn't help but grin slightly. "I'm all done."

Gia covered the freshly cleaned and bandaged skin with her shirt and then put her leather jacket back on. "Thanks."

"Don't take this the wrong way," he started. "But, the drinking... It's not getting out of hand, is it?"

Gia considered it. Sure, she drank, but it wasn't that bad. Not anywhere near as bad as her father's drinking habits had been. "No, it's under control," she finally said.

She wasn't sure if he believed her or not, but eventually he nodded, and said: "Good. Just... No more tattoos, okay?"

Gia smiled and promised she won't give her father any more reasons to murder her, and was allowed to leave.

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Lucas raised a fist and then hesitated. What was he doing? This made no sense at all. With an uneasy feeling in his stomach, he knocked on the door and instantly cursed to himself out loud. What was wrong with him?

The door was opened by Janie's mother, who Lucas didn't know would be home. He suddenly wished he would've at least combed his hair or taken a shower. Janie would be used to his usual scruffy appearance, but he knew her mother didn't like that. Then Lucas remembered what he was doing. It didn't matter what he looked like in the eyes of her mother.

"Are you here to see Janie?" the woman asked. "She's in the back yard."

Lucas thanked her and circled around the house to find his girlfriend lying on the grass, reading a book. She lowered the book when she heard him, and she removed her sunglasses.

"Hey," she greeted. "What are you doing here?" She rose to sit, and patted the ground beside her so he'd sit, but he shook his head and remained standing. It was a hot day, so she was only wearing denim shorts and a tube top, which made this only more painful for Lucas to do.

"We kind of need to talk," he muttered, and instantly the expression on her face changed. The smile faded and she looked defeated. She knew what was coming.

"Yeah, I suppose we do," Janie nodded. "I should've seen this coming."

"What do you mean?"

"It's Miss Starbucks, isn't it?"

Lucas sighed. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I really am."

"Me too," she said.

"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would," he pointed out.

Janie couldn't help but crack a smile, but it wasn't a particularly happy one. "Gets me out of listening to you rant about Wookies and whatnot." She stood up, and looked at him with sad eyes. "So I guess this is it."

"I guess."

"It's a shame. I really liked hanging out with you. Apart from all the space fiction, that is. Just answer me one thing, please. You and Miss Starbucks... Did it already happen? I mean are you just here to wrap up what's already been done a long time ago?"

The question was strange, but Lucas knew exactly what she meant. She wanted to know if he'd hooked up with another girl before breaking up with her. In fact, Lucas wasn't even sure if anything was going to happen between him and Gia. He wondered if it was worth throwing away a sure relationship for something that could or could not be. But it wouldn't be fair for Janie to string her along.

She looked at him, waiting for a reply, and for a moment he considered telling her about that one time that occurred right after he'd found out Gia was back, but decided against it. "No," he replied. "Nothing's happened yet."

"Well," Janie said. "I hope you score. I suppose."

"I hope you do, too."

Janie sat back down on the grass, and Lucas turned to leave. But before he turned on the corner, he looked back at her.

"Janie?"

"Yes?"

"May the force -"

"Lucas, please!" she shouted, but with a laugh. The moment he disappeared around the house, though, the smile faltered and she sighed. Miss Starbucks. Of course she was sad, but no, she wouldn't show it. Frankly, she'd been expecting this. Ever since that day at the mall, even a few days before that, Lucas wasn't the same. Janie just wished she could've been the one he went bonkers over.

Oh well. Not like she could do anything about it. But still, she rose from the ground and went inside to watch those damned Star Wars movies.

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Gia got out of the car, her heart racing. She heard her father slam the car door shut, but the only thing she could really concentrate on was her mother at the porch. The woman rushed down the short path from the porch to the driveway and hugged her daughter.

"Oh I'm so happy to see you!" Stella said, suffocating her. "How have you been?"

Gia pondered the question for a second. What should she have said? Got pregnant, miscarried because your husband punched me in the stomach, drank myself to oblivion, hung out with some drug dealers, got a tramp stamp? Gia felt like frowning when she realized her life was like ripped out of a really bad piece of fanfiction, but instead she simply smiled and assured her: "I've been okay."

"Good, good!" Stella said, sounding pretty content.

Behind them by the car, Gerard cleared his throat. "Gia, why don't you go get your things together?"

Realizing that he wanted to talk to her mother alone, Gia nodded and rushed into the house. After all, this is what they came for. It was about time Gia got the rest of her things. Some of it had already been delivered to her, of course, but as it became more apparent that she won't be returning to this house, the more she began to miss her things.

Seeing her old room was pretty nostalgic. The last time she was there wasn't a very good memory of course, but she had firmly decided not to think about that. Instead, she grabbed the last bags from the closet and began to fill them with clothes, books and other various things she had been forced to leave behind.

And as it turned out, she did not have a lot of things anymore. It took her only about fifteen minutes to gather her things. She set the bags down on the bed and went to the window that Sean always used to sneak up to her room. There was a lattice directly below it, so the climb to the second floor had been easy. In a moment's whim, Gia fished out her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans.

On the front yard by the car, Gerard and Stella were still talking.

"So, what about Thomas?" Gerard asked with a bitter tone in his voice.

"We're separated at the moment," Stella explained. "I'm not sure if I'm going to file for a divorce. In a way I understand that he felt Gia's... Well, habits were wrong, but the way he handled the situation... And it just makes things worse that we have two young children. When they grow up and test their limits, how will Thomas handle them? I'm not sure I can take the risk."

Gerard nodded. "Well I hope you realize that if you choose not to divorce the son of a bitch, I can't let Gia come here anymore."

"I understand,” she said, looking down. The way she said it made Gerard wonder if she didn’t consider not being able to see Gia anymore such a bad thing. “So how is she really doing?" Stella asked, changing the subject.

"I'm worried about her. I'm afraid she may have taken after me. She'll spend the night out and come home in the morning, hungover and barely able to stand. I don't think she knows that I know but I'm pretty sure she's smoking."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"No," he sighed. "If there is a problem, I know it's my fault. I'm not sure I want to know."

"Gerard, you're her father. It's your responsibility to know, no matter how unpleasant the truth is. I did a lousy job at being her parent. I just didn't know how to handle her. Last time I saw her she was a four year old girl who sat in the corner with her Barbie dolls. And next I saw her she had grown up. I didn't know what to do with her. You know her better than I do, so you be the better parent, okay?"

Gerard had to agree. He hadn't been exactly parent of the year either, but at least he'd been there, not necessarily raising her as he should've been but at least he watched her grow. "I'll keep you updated."

Their conversation was cut when Gia dashed out of the house, carrying all of her bags. "Dad, I'm gonna need an hour," she announced as she was chucking the bags into the trunk of the car.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I have to see a friend. Just, hang out here, okay? I'll be back in a bit!" While she was saying this she was already running off.

Gerard glanced at Stella who had a strange smile on her face. "Oh, relax," Stella laughed. "She's off to see Sean."

"Sean?!"

"Come on, let's go have a cup of tea."

"But..." Gerard protested, but the woman had grabbed a hold of his arm and was already dragging him towards the house.

When Gia reached his house after fifteen minutes of very fast walking, he was already waiting on the lawn. Even though their emotional bond had never really gotten too deep and their relationship was pretty much based on the physical level, she was still excited to see him.

Gia was glad to notice that he hadn't changed much. When she hugged and kissed him, he even smelled and tasted the same as he had before. The only thing that had changed about him during their short weeks apart was that he had tanned and the muscles on his arms had grown. She wasn’t surprised; his summer job was doing yard work, and she was pleased with the physical results. He was looking very good.

Somehow Gia hadn't expected to see him again, so now that her hand was being held by his as he led her into the house, she felt both nervous and absolutely relieved. She had missed him, there was no doubt. But the happiness of seeing Sean again was mixed with some obvious guilt. The second they had kissed, it wasn't Sean she thought about, but Lucas. She shook her head, as if she could shake the thought of Lucas out by doing so, and decided this was no time to think about other people. She was here to see Sean. Most likely for the last time.

He dragged her upstairs and she giggled involuntarily. The giddiness in her always came out around him, for some reason. It was strange. Not that she was particularly fond of him, aside from the obvious physical attraction. Somehow she had the feeling that she so desperately wanted to like him on a more deeper level. So, when he closed the door to his bedroom, she felt somehow content. Even if this was just a goodbye, she’d still make the best of it. Oh yes. An hour should be more than sufficient.

She sat in the middle of the bed and leaned back on her hands, smiling up at him as he stood before her. “Well?” she asked, and he didn’t waste time. He straddled her, leaning down as she laid down on her back, her arms wrapping around his neck and her fingers tangling with his messy hair. He kissed her hungrily, and the kisses became more frantic and needy, until he rose briefly to get rid of his shirt.

Gia felt the almost tickling sensation of his lips and teeth on her neck while his hands traveled through her body. It was enjoyable until the point when she arched her back slightly and his other hand slipped to her lower back. The hand made contact with the fresh, infected tattoo, which she hadn’t thought to bandage, and it hurt. She yelped from the sudden pain.

“What?” he asked, obviously confused and she turned so he could see. He removed her shirt to reveal the blue ink, and his finger traced the swollen tattoo. Sean simply shrugged, dismissing it. It was merely a small obstacle. He turned her so she was on her hands and knees, and she let him have control.

“I missed you, Gia,” he sighed bending over her back and grinding his jean clad crotch against her ass. She spread her legs even further when his hand found the fabric-covered crotch. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips. This was what she missed. How he was rough but not forceful at the same time, how he always smelled like cigarette smoke and musk, and how his hands were rough from hard yard work.

He unbuckled her belt from behind and got the zipper down quickly, pushing them down her thighs, revealing the black lacy thong. He slipped a finger under the hem of the waist of them, but it was she who hurriedly pulled them down. He watched, licking his lips and set his two hands on the side of her thighs.

“Sean...” She moaned. “This... Could be our last time,” she whispered when he seemed to be taking his time. “So get those damn jeans off.”

“Yes ma’am,” he stuck his tongue out at her, making her giggle. He removed the jeans as well as the boxers, throwing them down off the bed. But before he could get any further, Gia abruptly stopped him.

“Wait,” she said. “Aren’t you going to put on a condom?”

“No,” he shrugged absentmindedly, his thoughts focused solely on everywhere else but what she was saying.

“Uhm... Sean?” she said, shifting awkwardly, her jeans and underwear, which were still around her bent knees, limiting her movements.

“What?” he asked. He would’ve gotten irritated by the interruptions if it wasn’t for the fact that he had firmly grasped a hold of her hips and was about to thrust into her.

“Stop it!” she barked, elbowing his chest, causing herself to fall onto her side. He was extremely pissed.

“What the fuck?” he snarled at her, rubbing his chest.

“You use a condom or we stop,” she stated clearly, pulling her thong and jeans off.

“I don’t have one! You never told me to use one before!” He snapped at her. She just stared at him with determination. She wouldn’t get herself into that situation again. If she got pregnant again, then this time she may have to make the decision between going through with it and an abortion, and she did not want to make that decision. No, life was already complicated enough as it is. Not to mention the fact that this time her father absolutely would kill her, without a doubt.



“Then I’m sorry but we can’t do this,” she said, zipping up her jeans. She picked up her shirt from the floor and pulled it on while he still sat on the bed, looking angry but also somehow dazed.

“This is not fucking fair! You never demanded that before!” he insisted, now rising from the bed. He was one of those guys that seemed to grow taller when angry, but Gia knew it was just because he became very intimidating while upset. Now all she could think was how much he towered over her while standing. When she faced the mirror on the wall, she saw him staring at her with a very judging look on his face as he accused: “It’s your fucked up father isn’t it!? He finally got into your head.”

“Leave him out of this!” she snapped back, fixing her hair. In the end she just pulled it up to a ponytail to hide the tangles Sean’s fingers had created while he was pulling on it.

“I’m serious!” He redid his jeans but didn’t bother with the shirt while watching her move around the room, grabbing all sorts of things. It was only natural that some of her stuff would end up at his place, since she couldn’t always go home after a drunken evening. So she grabbed a plastic bag from the floor and started shoving her stuff into it. It was mostly just clothes, a couple of CD’s, a phone charger, a small makeup bag and a hairbrush, necessities like that.

“I’m sorry but I don’t want to do this if you’re not going to use protection!” she shouted at him.

“Why don’t you just take those pills or whatever?!”

Gia looked at him like he was crazy. “So it’s my responsibility? You know what, just forget it. I never should’ve even came here.”

“So, what? You’re running off to daddy?!” He followed her through the house. Before she could reach the door, though, he grabbed her arm and made her face him.

“Let go,” she demanded, trying to jerk her arm free from him, but he just pushed her against the wall.

He lowered his voice, and she had to turn her head because she didn’t want to look at him. He was standing very close to her. “So that’s it then? Daddy’s finally teaching his slut daughter right from wrong?”

“Sean, back off,” she said in a steady voice, trying to regain even some authority over the situation, but inside she just wanted to cower in fear. She glanced at the door. It wasn’t such a long way to it, but he was stronger than she was, so she couldn’t break free from the hold he had on her.

“No, you know what? We’re gonna finish what we started. You like that, you little whore?” He forced her legs open and with one hand still twisting both her arms tightly behind her back, he brought his other hand to her crotch. For a moment, Gia went into a state of shock. For a moment all she could do is stand there while the horror sunk in. One good thing came from the moment of shock, though. Sean loosened the grip he had on her, and that gave her the opportunity to knee him in the stomach, making him double over and groan in pain.

Gia dashed for the door, the plastic bag still in her hand. Sean was still down on the floor from the blow on his stomach, so he couldn’t attempt to follow her. She didn’t turn to look away, and didn’t stop running until she was short on breath.

The odd thing was, she wasn’t all that surprised. She wasn’t even too sad about how Sean reacted to her denying him. No, she was angry. Not only at Sean, who she now decided to loathe, but also at herself for getting herself into that situation. Hadn’t she known he was such an asshole? Shouldn’t she have expected this, knowing that their relationship was nothing but physical attraction?

Well, at least one thing was for certain, she knew in the midst of her mental raging.

She was so over that fuck.

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A/N #2: Ahh, yes. That's it I guess. There will only be like maximum ten chapters after this, and I've pretty much got some idea of what will happen, but it's a work in progress. If you guys have any suggestions or things you'd like to see happen, though, or characters you think absolutely need more closure (apart from the obvious, of course). Am I even making sense? I don't know. I got a toolbox from Ikea. That's exciting, isn't it?
Oh! I need to say thanks to Heartbreak_Beauty (I think I got that right? o_O) who wrote the part with Sean for me. I know I suck because of this, but I find it very awkward to write or even read other people do... sexual things, even if they're fictional :D Anywho, she helped a lot. So thanks.
I'm rambling.
Bye.