Gerard's POV.

I looked at Zack, his words slowly sinking in. Had he just said.. What I think he said?

"Come on." Zack frowned. "How long have you been fucking him? It's hardly a science question, I know you weren't good enough to get that job."

"I.." I began, swallowing harshly. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Is that it?" Zack asked with a slight laugh, and that's when I knew he was beginning to get upset. "You've been fucking one of your STUDENTS!" He yelled, causing me to flinch.

"Zack. I-"

"No!" He hissed. "We were fine until you got that fucking job! Then you met that kid. What's happened to us, Gerard?! We're supposed to be getting married!" He yelled, tears now rolling down his cheeks. "I thought you loved me."

"I.. I do love you.." I whispered. I knew I had to tell the truth. I couldn't lie anymore. "I just.. I love you, but I'm not in love with you." I whispered. Funnily enough, as soon as I said it, I felt like a giant weight had lifted from my shoulders.

Zack's face fell. "Don't tell me you're in love with the Frank kid.. This is wrong. He's a fucking baby!"

"He's eighteen, and yeah.. I am in love with him." I said quietly, my eyes staying on Zack.

"You fucking bastard!" Zack screamed, right before he began to pound his fists over and over again against my chest.

I deserved it, I knew I did, but it hurt. "Zack!" I whimpered, grabbing his wrists. "Stop!"

"No! Fuck you Gerard!" He sobbed. "You're gonna fucking pay for this, all the pain you've caused.. You're gonna fucking pay!" He spat, before grabbing his car keys.

I could only think of one thing as I watched him leaving; Frank.

Zack said I was going to pay. He was going to hurt Frank, wasn't he?

I couldn't let that happen.

'Frank, Zack knows, he's gone insane. Lock the house doors now! x' I text him quickly before slumping onto the sofa, taking a deep breath.

Though Frank didn't reply, and I was getting worried.

***

After two hours of painful waiting; my phone thankfully rang. Thank god!

Though it wasn't Frank. It was Zack's mother.

"Julie?" I frowned. "What's wrong..? I... What?"

I slumped back onto the sofa, losing all feeling in my legs.

Without saying anything; I hung up.

The next twenty minutes were a blur. I somehow managed to get into my car and drive, leaving the drive empty: Zack's car was gone too.

I found myself at the hospital.

I finally found a nurse to take me to the right ward, and when I found the room. I wished I hadn't.

I stepped inside, my eyes glued to the lifeless body of my fiancé.

"Why Gerard? Why has this happened?!" Julie, Zack's mother sobbed as she clung to my side.

"I.." I began, though I couldn't think of any words.

Zack was dead.

"H..How did this happen..?" I whispered, finding it pretty difficult to speak, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.

"H-He was driving too fast." Julie sobbed. "Th-They said he swerved a-and went into another car!"

This was my fault. All my fault.

I'd upset Zack. I'd made him leave. I was the reason he was dead.

How was I going to tell Julie that?

"This is my fault." I whispered, my bottom lip wobbling.

"How is this your fault? He loved you, you were so perfect." She sniffed.

I had to tell her. She was going to hate me, but I couldn't lie anymore.

"I.. I just.." I closed my eyes tightly. "I've been cheating on him.."

I kept my eyes closed, flinching as I felt Julie's hand come into contact with my cheek.

"Get out.." She whispered. "GET OUT!"

I took one last glance at Zack before turning and walking out. I didn't care about the looks I was getting. I was crying harder than I ever had before, but who could blame me?

I slipped into my car and broke down, bringing my knees up to bury my face in.

I wasn't in any state to drive, obviously Zack hadn't been either. I knew how tears could blur your vision.

But the one thing I couldn't get over?

My fiancé was dead.