A New Way is on the Way

*****************5 Weeks Later**************

Frank won, I had now entered my 3 trimester and sex was no longer allowed. Doctors orders. Ever since Dr. Toro told us this I had been glaring at Frank.

“Mikey,” Frank said on the drive home, I didn’t respond, “It’s just sex. What’s the big deal?” He asked keeping his eyes on the road.

“What’s the big deal?” I could feel anger pulsing through my veins, I guess Frank got the same vibe because he kept looking at me, “YOU’RE MY FUCKING HUSBAND!” I shouted, making Frank swerve the car a bit, he soon got it under control, although his eyes were full of fear, I never exploded at him. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL GOOD! NOT LIKE AN UGLY PIECE OF SHIT!”

“How a, I making-” He started but I cut him off.

“I TRY MY FUCKING HARDEST TO PLEASE YOU, AND ALL I ASK FOR IS THE SAME IN RETURN!!” I could feel tears welding in my eyes, “HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YOU I FEEL LIKE A FAT, UNATTRACTIVE WHALE!” I was full on crying now, “And maybe, just maybe I still looked somewhat beautiful in your eyes. But you won’t even touch me, so that confirms it.” I said sobbing to myself, clutching the baby.

I knew I was ugly, I was all my life. Frank just took pity in me, and now that I was ugly times 10 and 50 pounds heavier, he wouldn’t even touch me. Or try and make me feel beautiful.

“Mikes…” Frank said softly and gently placed his hand on our daughter.

As soon as he put his hand down I jerked away from his touch and moved as close to the door as I could. I heard him sigh and saw from the corner of my eye him retracting his hand. From his reflection in the window, I saw he had a few tears streaming down his face, great, now he was crying from pity. The rest of the car ride was silent. When we pulled up to our house, I heard Frank open his mouth to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, I opened the door and ran, well walked as fast as I could, into the house and into our bedroom. Once inside I locked the door and started sobbing to myself. How could I be such a fool? Why would anyone love me? Who could love such a disgusting thing like me? And now that I figured out why Frank was really with me he is gonna leave me and our baby.

I kept crying until I heard the front door close. Frank must have come back inside. I can’t be here, I can’t be with him. Using a lot of energy I hauled myself up from the floor and walked into the closet to pull out a bag. I began to throw random articles of my clothing into the bag but I stopped when I heard a knock on the door.

“Mikey?” Frank asked, it sounded like he was crying.

I decided not to say anything and continue to pack.

“Mikey please?” It burned a hole in my heart hearing him sound so defeated, but then I remembered he didn’t really love me.

“Just please say something. Let me know you’re okay.”

By this time I had finished packing my clothes and carried the bag over to the window, since our bedroom was on the first floor I opened it and threw the bag on the lawn outside. I walked back to the table on the side of our bed and grabbed Frank’s spare keys he kept and made my way back to the window.

“Goodbye.” I said loud enough for Frank to hear as I hopped out of the window. Even though I was really pregnant, the window wasn’t that far from the ground so it made it easy.

“Mikey!” Frank screamed and violently tried to open the door.

Me saying goodbye must have freaked him out because he stared to pound on the door and yelled my name out. I was afraid he was gonna break the door down and find me trying to leave so I quickly grabbed my bag and waddled as fast as I could to his car. I threw my bag in the passenger’s seat and began to pull out. I decided to go straight, as I drove away I saw Frank run into the street from the rear view mirror. I started crying when I saw him; he must have broken down our door. I didn’t stop driving though, I kept going, but he didn’t run after me or anything. He just stayed in the middle of the street until I turned a corner and lost sight of him.

I pulled into a nearby park and noticed I was still crying. I wiped away my tears, I didn’t have time for crying right now, I had to figure out a place where I could stay first. My first instant was to call Gerard, I knew without a doubt in my mind he would let me stay, but he was also Frank’s best friend, which meant he would tell Frank where I went. There was always my parents. I might as well give them a call.

“Mom?” I asked when she answered.

“Mikey, sweetheart! How are you and my grandbaby?” She asked.

“Uh, were good. I was kinda wondering if I could stay with you for a couple days?”

“You and Frank?” She asked.

“No… Just me and the baby.” I said biting my lips. She paused for a minutes but didn’t ask any questions.

“Sure thing, I’ll get a room set up.”

“Oh and mom?”

“Yes dear?”

“Please don’t tell Gerard or Frank that I called you or that I’ll be staying with you?”

“Sure thing sweetheart, remember, I’ll always love you.” She told me then hung up. When it came from here, I knew she wouldn’t lie to me.

Notes

Wow a week, okay so it wasn't just my fault this time for not updating, both blood and I couldn't come up with any ideas. Last night I finally came up with this, so I hope you like it.

Till next we meet my killjoys