Famous Last Words

Lyra POV

Oh shit...
I am fxcking scared. And I'm not scared for me, I'm scared for Gerard. He doesn't know my mom. I don't go anywhere further than the abuse, and he doesn't know what surprises she has under her sleeve. What connections she has, how she can get information with the snap of her fingers. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid.
She had me when she was 16, and I'm pretty sure for a second, he doesn't believe that she's a mother. She looks him up and down, like she's examining him to see if she's about to buy him. "And who do we have here?" she says, crossing her arms.
"Gerard," he says, extending a hand.
"Vanity Callister." she says in her seductive voice, shaking his hand.
"Where's dad?" I say, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh, Wayne? He got hit by a bus, he's dead." she says, not making any type of sad expression, just keeping the same friendly crooked smile.
I furrow my eyebrows. I'm not sad, I mean, I hated the douche, but she loved him, and she doesn't seem to care.
But Gerard's practically got flames in his eyes. There goes that shiver down my spine, of not knowing what's going to happen next. The suspense chill.
"Lyra..." he starts "Why don't you go back to the apartment. I'll meet you there."
"I-I d-d-don't think t-that's a v-very g-g-good i-idea..."
My mother rolls her eyes. "Another reason the adoption agencies wouldn't take you. That...that horrible stutter. Who are you, George VI?"
"Lyra!" he growls at me, scaring me a bit. "Go back to the apartment." Shocked and scared at the same time, I go back to the apartment, like he told me to.
***
I've been waiting for hours, now. And I go to the front entrance, maybe he was coming up now? But I see his jacket on the hanger. The one he was wearing outside, I'm sure of it. I didn't hear him come in, but he did, without making a sound. Now I'm just wondering where he is.
I go over to the music room, where Frank is, and peek in the doorway. "Did Gerard come home?"
"Yeah, he came a couple hours ago. Didn't you see him?"
I shake my head. "I think he's in his room." he says.
"Thanks." I say, walking as quickly as I can down all the halls to his door. And I hear a constant creek from under the door, as I listen against the wood. What's he doing in there? I knock quietly on the door after a bit of thinking. "Gee?"
The creaking stops as soon as the words leave my mouth. "D-don't come in!" he shouts. "Come back later!" and I decide to investigate. I do the classic 'I'm pretending to walk away by making step noises', and he buys it, as the creaking starts again. And then I hear the quietest moan there is. Ok, so he's hooking up with something. Did it really take me that long to figure it out for myself? I'm 12, for fxck's sake. Slightly disturbed at the sound of my brother-like-figure banging someone, I decide to walk away. And I hear a load moan from the woman. When I hear it, I run back to the door and open it as fast I can, my eyes wide, seeing them both under the sheets, they stop immediately.
"GERARD WAY, YOU'RE HAVING SEX WITH MY FXCKING MOTHER?!"

Notes

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