Frank's P.O.V

“Bye Gee, I’ll text you later” I grinned, pecking his cheek as he dropped me home.
Soon enough I was indoors.

“MOM?” I called.

“In here honey” was the faint response.

“Mom, it’s so awesome Gerard said he loves me back! He wants me to meet his family and I- uhh hi?” I spoke stopping when I recognised there were an unfamiliar man and woman in the lounge with my mom.

I looked to my mom.

“Uh, there is no easy way to say this, um, Frank meet your dad” she spoke wearily.
My eyes bugged out! This was the bastard that left? The bastard that let an eight-month-pregnant mom deal with everything on her own?

My shock soon turned to hatred.

“Look, I can explain” he spoke.

I gestured for him to continue. “See, I met someone else, I didn’t think it was fair to keep stringing your mom along, so I left, it was a decision I regretted and continue to regret.” He told me, fucking coward.

“So what I am hearing is you couldn’t keep it in your pants, so then selfishly left your pregnant wife” I fumed.

He looked shocked.

“I’m guessing that’s your whore?” I gestured towards the slut hanging onto his arm.
He nodded shamefully.

“Why are you here? Why did you come here? The only thing you have done is made me hate you more than I already did!” I laughed humourlessly.

He looked taken aback.
I looked over to my mom who looked sad, she had told me she was over my father and I know for a fact she is, and the resentment from his actions aided that.

“Are you okay mom?” I asked, ignoring the current objects of my hatred.

“Yes, I’m just sorry this has had to happen to you” she smiled sorrowfully.

I nodded understandingly and turned to face the two.

“Come on then. Why are you here?” I demanded.

“Emily can’t have kids, I-I guess, that made me realise what’s important, I wanted to see you! See the child I never got to see.” He smiled.

I turned to ‘Emily’.

“So, Emily, why can’t you have kids?” I questioned.

“Early menopause” she whispered, unconvincingly, as my ‘father’ supportively smiled at her.

“And tell me, what are the symptoms of such a tragic occurrence?” I asked.

“Um, I, uhh, um” she stuttered helplessly as my ‘dad’ stepped away from her shocked.
“So, why are you infertile?” I questioned, genuinely interested.

“I got chlamydia, I didn’t find it in time and it caused permanent damage to the uterus and fallopian tubes” she spoke.

“And when exactly did you get chlamydia?” I asked, shocked.

“Ten years ago” she whispered.

AND THE TRUTH COMES OUT!

“W-we were together ten years ago, I am clean” my father spoke.

“Which means you got a taste of your own damn medicine, seems as if you aren’t her only love interest!” my mom spoke to my dad.

He genuinely looked heartbroken.
“I think it’s time for you two to leave.” I spoke coldly.

As they exited the house, I walked outside and over to my dad, so that I was standing right in front of him.

“Dad, you may wanna get it checked” I said.

He stared at me confused as I brought my knee up and hit him in the crotch.

I walked away and into the house as my mom pulled me into a hug. I felt like crying and I know I overreacted, but as a result I found out that my dad really did leave us for a sleazy whore! I pity her, she is unable to have kids, but if she had of remained faithful, well, I may never have known the true reason for my dad’s departure.

As soon as something goes right, something has to come along and fuck it up!

Notes

A kinda filler-ish chapter.

Question:
I know a lot of people have different opinions on Blood On The Dance Floor, what do you think of them?

Miss MCR