Chapter 35
Gerard had been taken home with Frank next to him; he'd been given a very long lecture about his behaviour and then gone to his room at some point before he decided to go to bed. Mikey had come in and asked to borrow his phone as his was out of credit. Gerard was too lazy to argue and let him take it; he had then gone to bed. He'd woken up at around 7 and gone upstairs to get coffee, but found that he didn't want to go anywhere near the kitchen; his dad was there with a cup of water in one hand a newspaper in the other. He turned round hoping that he could sneak away, but he was not so lucky.
"Gerard" his dad called out; his father's voice rough probably from sleeping with his mouth open. The boy turned round not looking forward to the next few minutes. It was weird his father had a look on his face that Gerard hadn't seen in years.
"We need to talk." Gerard wasn't sure what his dad was talking about; to be honest his dad was making it sound like he was breaking up with him.
"I'm sorry" Gerard really wasn't expecting that "I know I've said it before and I'll probably go and mess it up again and you have no reason to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I really mean it and you probably think I don't but I do and I just want you to know how sorry I am." Gerard just stood there staring at him like he was completely mad with his mouth open slightly.
"Are you okay?" his dad asked.
"Err… maybe?" Gerard wasn't sure what was going on.
"Great just great, I've completely lost your trust. You think I'm trying to hurt you again don't you?" he said it more to himself then to his son who was trying to get out of shock.
"I don't know?" Gerard felt stupid just standing there but he'd feel worse if he left while his dad was saying sorry.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!" Gerard jumped back ready to run to the front door; his instincts telling him to run.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he repeated. The closer Gerard looked the more he began to realise that his dad had no control over anything. He couldn't control his emotions, he couldn't control his drinking, and he couldn't control anything in his life. He didn't know what to do as his dad stood there waiting for him to do something; a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Gerard went with his instincts and ran out the door to his bedroom. After locking the door he went over to sit on his bed unaware of the man upstairs who was drinking as many alcoholic drinks as possible trying to get rid of any guilt that had infected his brain. He sat at his desk and began thinking over what he'd just been told trying to work out what he was supposed to do. He wanted to forgive him he really did but he just couldn't bring himself to do so, he didn't want to be disappointed again. Last time he'd had an apology; he'd accepted it and then ended up in hospital. He didn't think he could go through with it again.
He lay down on his bed fully aware of the fact that he should be going to school. He knew that he wasn't welcome after Frank's outburst. It didn't matter anyways he was always told how intelligent he was; one day off wouldn't hurt, it's not like anyone would miss him. He knew Frank was smart enough not to go so he left it at that. He pulled the sheets over his head snuggling his head into the pillow trying to block out as much light as possible. His head hurt like hell and he really couldn't be bothered to turn out the lights.
"G-Gerarrrred; where arre yooou?" his dad slurred happily as he banged on the door. Gerard sat up quickly but had to lower himself back down as he felt a sudden dizzy spell. He slowly lifted his head up again pushing his body up but much slower than before. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed although he had no plans on opening the door.
"Ooopen uuup" his dad was really drunk as banged on the door again. 'Maybe if I just ignore him he'll just go away' Gerard thought although part of him knew this was not the case. 'Where's mom when you need her' Gerard was starting to get panicky; he didn't want neighbours coming round or even worse calling the police because of all the noise his dad was making. Hopefully they couldn't hear the banging. He put his head in his hands as his dad began to hit the door harder; his pleads to be let in turning into angry shouts.
"Yooou got that boyfrien' in there with yooooou don't you? Dirty faggots" he laughed like a maniac making Gerard glad that he didn't except his apology; he was right he was disappointed in the end. But that didn't help at the moment; he had to distract his dad somehow, he had no idea what he was supposed to do, should he yell back? That might just have a negative affect and he really didn't need that right now, he could call his mom; she would know what to do, she always knew what to do. That was a good idea except for one thing; he'd lent his phone to Mikey the night before. He then had an idea.
"Dad" he yelled suddenly the banging stopped "if you don't stop I'll call the police and tell them everything, I'll tell them about how it was your fault I ended up in hospital and how you'd punched me before and I'll tell them about the verbal abuse and you and I both know that you would be arrested because a I have a fuck load of evidence."
"Yoou wouldn't darre" his dad hissed as best he could.
"I would; you know I would" Gerard had now put his dad in a very difficult position.
"Fine" he snapped as he turned round and stumbled back up the stairs. Gerard waited for about half an hour before all of the noise upstairs had finally ceased to a halt. He put on a jacket and a pair of shoes before he quietly made his way upstairs and out the door. He decided to just walk to the school; he could get his phone back and he could call his mom and hopefully by the time they got back home his mom would be there to protect him. He knew he sounded like a baby but it was true; he did need protecting.
He passed an old lady who was walking her dog until she stopped to talk to him thinking his name was George and that he used to live down the road from her when she was eight. After a while of being polite and pretending that he remembered all "those good old times" he finally said goodbye while she called after him saying that she couldn't believe that he hadn't aged a bit after over 60 years. Gerard felt a little sorry for her but made his way to the school as he had intended. He met up with Mikey sooner than expected but that was probably because of the old lady.
"Why are you here?" Mikey said like Gerard had committed some great crime.
"Because dad's scary and I want my phone back" Gerard said simply as if it was obvious.
"Oh that reminds me, I was texting frank today" Gerard suddenly stopped.
"What did you say?" Gerard was suddenly very worried.
"Don't worry, he sent you a nice good morning text a while back and then I decided to text him telling him that it was me and that I was borrowing your phone" Gerard felt very relieved.
"Oh and I asked him how you liked your sex" Gerard gave Mikey a look that said 'is there something wrong with you'.
"He said you hadn't done it yet, I was rather disappointed to hear that" Mikey said it like it was the most normal thing to say to a sibling.
"Mikey? Are you ill?" Gerard knew for a fact that he wouldn't want to know about Mikey's sex life so why would Mikey want to know about his.
"I don't think so" Mikey said confused by the question.
"Fine let's just go home. I'll call mom and hopefully she can get dad under control" Mikey sniggered making Gerard hit the back of his head.
"Normal people wouldn't even think about their family members doing anything like that. Please; go see a doctor" he pulled out his phone and made the call to his mother.
When they got home they waited outside the house until their mother arrived back home. They let her go inside first so she could push him into the living room and let him pass out there. Gerard and Mikey went in; Mikey to his room Gerard to the kitchen. He stayed there sketching until around eight. He went over to the door and opened it. He walked over to the entrance of his bed room but found himself pushed against the wall and a tongue pushed down his throat. His eyes were now wide open. He pushed his attacker away only to be shocked to find that it was his own dad. He really had no idea what to do and before he could start to think about what to do his dad shoved him back up against the wall and the smell of alcohol breaking through all of his senses and making him want to throw up. He felt his dad's hard on pushing against his leg as his dad began to whisper in his ear.
"You're just a faggot whore and that's all you'll ever be good for. Might as well make the most of it" he hissed.
"Stop it please" Gerard begged close to tears. Too shocked to work out what was going on.
"Why should I? You like men and I'm a man. I don't see what the problem is."
"GET OFF OF ME!" Gerard yelled out in distress. Automatically his mother ran down stairs only to freeze at the sight that lay before her.
"Get off of him now" she said; voice deathly quiet.