Ok, so I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. More characters will be brought in. I am nervous of how it is gonna turn out, but bear with me.
Did we really end like that?
Chapter 2.
"When are you gonna get yourself sorted? You think I can keep the both of us plus B? You know I can't earn your sort of money with MSI!"
Gerard rolled over and pretended he was asleep. As usual, Lindsay was having a go at him and he wasn't in the mood for it this morning. Why was it always about the money? Was that the reason she stayed with him? It definitely wasn't for the sex, that was for sure. He couldn't even remember the last time they got intimate. She would go to bed early and he spent the evenings on his laptop looking up porn. Nice marriage! He had tried to touch her, but she would say she had a headache or was tired. After a while, he gave up and had to 'sort himself out.'
He heard Lindsay sigh and leave the room. Stuff her, he thought. Plenty of other people would want to be with him and be happy. He had thought about walking out, but then he would look at his daughter, and he knew he couldn't. The thought of seeing his daughter at the weekends just broke his heart. It was bad enough when he was on tour and would spend months away from her. There were times that he would come home and she would scream when he came near her. She would forget him so easily and this was another reason he quit the band. He had hoped that Lindsay would have been pleased with her husband home. He had also hoped it would mend his marriage. Yeah, right. She only spoke to him when she wanted money to go shopping or have another tattoo. The last two months, he had to refuse her money unless it was for bills or food. This hadn't gone down well and now she just yelled at him. The words "Useless," "Worthless" and "Loser" were now favourites of hers towards him.
He heard Bandit's voice in the corridor then Lindsay telling her that she couldn't see daddy as he was asleep. He frowned, pushed the covers off himself, and made his way to the door. Bandit's face lit up as she spotted her dad. He grinned and picked her up in his arms. It didn't matter that he had been home constantly for three months: he was still amazed how much she had grown up.
The rows got worse over the following month yet it still hurt when she handed him divorce papers.
"Oh come on Lindsay! Are you telling me you really want a divorce now after all we have been through? We have just celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary and now you hand me this shit!"
He threw the papers back at her in anger. Lindsay just stood there. There was no emotion on her face as she picked them up off the floor.
"You think I can stay married to you when all you do is make me miserable? No, I won't and I don't expect B to have to deal with it either. Her behaviour has got worse at nursery since you have been home and all you do is lay around in bed for most of the day. I don't love you anymore and if I am being honest, it has been a long time since I have."
It felt like a knife in his heart as she uttered those words. He had guessed that things weren't brilliant but he never thought that she felt that way. He just thought that they needed time to adjust with him being home all the time. Yes, they rowed constantly, but a lot of couples did.
He had no choice but to sign them. She wanted the house, plus a ridiculous amount of money for herself and Bandit per month and that wasn't including the lump sum she wanted. He had thought she wouldn't get what she wanted, but the judge had taken pity on Lindsay left with a young child. They didn't have a pre nup as he assumed they were going to be together forever. He now regretted that.
He walked out of the courts with nothing. Lindsay allowed him to get his belongings then he left with a heavy heart. He didn't want to burden his brother Mikey as he had a baby on the way with his fiancé, Sarah and there was no room anyway. He also didn't ask his mum or dad if he could stay with either of them.
He had never felt so alone as he did right then but he realised that he had to get on with his life on his own.
So now he was stuck in New York in a crappy job. He was bankrupt because of the amount that Lindsay had asked for. It was going to take a while before he could have a bank account again. He had watched as the bank cut up his credit cards but that didn't bother him: it was more the hurt of having to sell his Volkswagen Beetle and his comic book collection to pay his rent and bills before he had managed to get a job. Now, he only had his desk, paper, pencils and paints.