Pay the price

I walked out of the apartment building with tears streaming down my face. Does he really not realize that I hate that part of me over everything else.

Even around my own boyfriend I still feel like someone's cheap fuck. I hate it. It makes me want to die. Everyone whoever used me makes me want to die.

I wiped my eyes as I quickly walked down a random street. I didn't really know where to go so I walked until I ended up at my house.

I hadnt been here in a while almost 5 months and zero contact with my mom. The front door was unlocked so I walked in. I quietly shut the door behind me and looked around.

The place actually looked...clean...there wasn't beer cans or needles or white lines on the tables and it looked normal.

"Mom?" I called out quietly.

I heard movement above me and then footsteps rushing down the stairs. There stood my mom on the stairwell staring at me.

She looked, well she looked good. She didn't look tired and worn she looked alert and ready. Not to mention she wasn't wearing sweatpants or a baggy t shirt but she was actually dressed. Jeans high heels a red tank top and a nice leather jacket.

She was also wearing makeup which was new and she had died her hair from dark brown to red.

"Frankie!" She cried running over to me and pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

"I thought you weren't going to come back because of me. I'm so sorry I'm all better now I promise. please don't leave me again." She whispered against my neck and I could feel tears on my skin.

"Mom you look a lot better." I said sincerely. She pulled away from the hug and smiled. We walked over to the couch and began to talk.

"So you've been sober for three and a half months?!" I asked unbelievably happy. She nodded and I hugged her.

"I wanted to get better so you'd come back. I missed you." She said

"I missed you too." I told her.

"where were you all this time frank?" She asked

"Oh uh I was...uh living with my boyfriend but we got into a fight and I got upset and now I'm here." I answered her

"Boyfriend?" She asked "that mikey kid?"

"Uh no it's Mikey's older brother." I said biting my lip waiting for a response.

"Frank how old is he?" She asked seriously.

Shit. What is Gerard's actual age? I think mikey said they were like seven or eight years apart so if Mikey's still seventeen he's either 24 or 25.

"He's twenty four." I said giving her the lower number out of the two.

"Frank he's six years older than you!" She gasped "has he hurt you at all?" She asked worriedly.

"What? no, mom he's never hurt me I swear. he just called me a name and I got upset don't worry." I smiled at her.

"Okay I believe you but please be smart about this Frankie." She frowned. "I don't want you to make any mistakes that are going to end badly."

There was an edge to her voice when she said that and I could tell something was up. "Mom what's wrong?"

She was silent.

"Mom what's wrong? What are you hiding?" I asked again this time more urgent.

"Frank I'm pregnant."

What.

Notes

Sorry for the wait but I have the ending all planned and I think you guys are really gonna like it<3

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