You've had to wait FAR TOO LONG for this. I'm so sorry. This chapter might be slightly boring. There's a lot of dialogue.
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So yeah, here it is! The chapter I promised to WeAreAllABunchOfLiars and LifeIsJustAGame days ago! Sorry, girls! :L
Chapter 37 – Confrontation
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, GERARD!" he winced at the sudden force in my voice. He turned towards me so the street lights illuminated his face. Trails of liquid sparkled down his cheeks. He looked just as stunningly handsome as he always did only, more tired.
"Your help..." he choked on his own words and burst into a fit of tears. I didn't move to comfort him like my instincts told me to. Instead, I stayed glued to my seat. "Oh god, Christie, what have you done to yourself?"
"D-don't give me that…You know this is all I'm good for…"
"BULLSHIT!" he shouted, making me jump. I recoiled into the corner where the seat and door join. "You're better than this, Chris!"
"No, Gerard, just…don't even try that shit. I'm not 'better than this'. Whore by name, whore by nature. Everyone has called me a slut at least once in their life. They can't all be wrong."
"I never did…Frank never did…Mikey never did…Bob never did…Ray never did…" he argued.
"You were too nice to."
"Were? So I'm not nice anymore? What changed?"
"You threw me into a cabinet."
"That was an accident…I'm not like that Christie, and you know it!" I was silent for a moment. What can you say to that?
"Why do you need my help, Gerard?"
"Technically, it's not me who needs you. It's Tyler." My head popped up at the mention of his name.
"What's happened?" My voice became urgent.
"I think he should be the one to tell you that. Come back with me."
"No way."
"For your son…" For fucks sake…
"Fine," why did he have to play that card? "I doubt he'll want to see me though…"
"I don't give a shit! He needs you, whether he wants to admit it or not!" without another words he stepped on the gas pedal and began driving through the streets I had stayed away from for years.
"Why are we going to your parents' house? I thought you lived with Eli-"
"Don't say her name. We moved out today." Whoa, bit of a shock to the system, that…
"Oh…" there was a moment of silence before a question arose in my head. "How did you find me?" I thought I had hidden from him pretty well.
"It sort of wasn't intentional. I saw you stood there, and drove past a few times. I had to do a few double takes before I really knew it was you. I couldn't believe you would have done this to yourself…" I shook my head at him.
"You should have known, Gee…"
"You called me Gee…" Oh, fuck…
"Force of habit, I guess. I don't feel like that for you anymore, okay?" Lies…He nodded, seemingly disappointed.
"Would you hate me if I said that I did?" I paused. My whole body went rigid. This made things that little tiny bit more awkward. Okay, A LOT more awkward…
"No…I just don't see why you would after everything I did…" The car suddenly grinded to a halt outside what I recognised to be Donald and Donna's family home. Looks like they haven't moved out since as long as I could remember…
"Wait here, I'll get you some clothes." I nodded as he left the car and ventured inside. When he came back, his arms were filled with clothes.
"They're my Mom's. They should fit," he said as he handed them over. He turned around allowing me as much privacy as getting changed into jeans and a t-shirt in the front seat of a car would allow.
I stepped out of the car in my ridiculous sized heels and walked to his side.
"My parents are out, and Tyler's still awake."
"Are you gonna tell me what's up with him?"
"No, that's up to him. Go on up, I'll be right behind you." I nodded and began to walk up the steps to the house. When I walked into Tyler's room, my heart sank to my feet.
He was dragging a razor across his wrist.
"TYLER, NO!" I screamed and lunged forward, knocking the razor out of his grasp.
"Mom?" his confused voice was deeper than I remembered. He sounded like Gerard. "Mom, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Never mind that, what do you think you're doing? I always taught you that hurting yourself was the worst thing to do! What happened to you?" I held his face in my hands, staring into his hazel orbs.
"Mom, your make-up makes you look like a hooker," he laughed. You know how I said my heart was in my feet? Yeah, it just hit the eject button…
"Answer the question, Tyler." I spoke softly, as not to alarm him further, and cause the poor kid a heart attack.
"Eliza happened, Mom…The cuts, the bruises…it was her. She's been abusing me for years, Mom…It started with just a smack if I did something wrong, then it got worse…She'd hold knives to my throat, push me down the stairs, cut into me where Dad wouldn't see it, burn my with her cigarettes and all sorts…But you mustn't blame Dad. It's not his fault. She hid it pretty well, and I was too scared to say anything…" My heart was in China by this point.
"I'll fucking hunt that psycho bitch down and kill the shit out of her…"
"Don't leave me again, Mom. We need you…" We?He started to cry and I pulled him into a hug.
"Tyler, I'm so sorry I left…You're my baby…We're a team…We always were."