You're someone you're not

It'd been a day since I spent the night at Frank's house. We've been texting nonstop since my ma wouldn't let me go back over until the weekend. I never stop thinking about this kid. It's starting to get in the way of my day to day life. Mikey of course keeps making jokes about it. I think he's just mad because I'm getting laid and he isn't.
School sucks the classes are long and hard. (I did not mean for that to happen but it did and we are not mentioning it) The teachers are annoying and pick out every little thing you do. Like one time all my suit jackets were at the dry cleaners and I had to wear a plain one I got sent to the office and got a detention. It is all such crap. The only good thing is me and Christa have been hanging out a bunch at school. She's really chill.
The day I came back to school after ditching with Frank she had a big fat grin on her face.
"What?" I rolled my eyes.
"Told you so. I told you you were going to fuck Frank" She laughed as I got red. I'm really just a nerd not somehyper sexualized being. I just like comics books and frank and that's about it.
"How do you-?" My eyebrows scrunched up.
"Me and Frank are like that," She knotted her fingers together to show how close they are, "Well that and the hickie that is peakig out over you collar,"
She giggled. I can't believe Mikey didn't tell me about this morning or my mom didn't notice. I told him not to leave any hickies. Not that I cared sooo much I just don't want to explain to my ma how I got it.
"Goddammit," I muttered. That's also the reason girls have been looking at me weirdly all morning. Christa snickered some more.
That was yesterday. The party at the manor house is tonight. Frank said he was going to pick me up around nine. I've just been lying in bed all day not really wanting to get up. Now that I have the oppernunity to see Frank again I want to hide in a hole.
Before I could call up Frank and fake an illness like this was school our apartment buzzer thingy buzzed. I'm sorry I don't know what it's called.
"I'll get it!" I yelled and shuffled to the speaker maboppy just incase it's Frank I want to be prepared.
"Hello?" I said as I pushed the button.
"Gerard?" A voice came over. I felt light headed.
"Dad?"
-dun dun dun commercial break in the never ending life of Gerard Way-
Just kiddig real life doesn't work like that. Even if I wished it would.If you set your mind to it you can achive it right? Wrong.
Mikey's faced dropped when he heard what I said from our kitchenett. That face made my gut hurt. I never want to see that face I want to protect my kid brother from all of the pain that is the world. It was better if my dad had just left us for good. This was so much worse. My mom had just gotten back from a loooonngg shift she had at the local hospital that she got a job with.
Now is not the fucking time.
"That was dad?" Mikey said in shoke as I apathetically pushed the buzzer that let him into the building. I nodded slowly.
I heard footsteps in the hallway and opened the door before my father could knock. I did not want him to wake up my ma. As the man of the house now it was my job to protect her and Mikey from him if he's just going to be a let down.
"Gerard look at you saving the president's life and winning that award. I'm so proud of you" My dad looked at me with crocodile tears. "And Mikey wow it looks like you've grown at least another inch"
"Maybe" Mikey shrugged. I could tell by his openess to talk that Mikey trusts him.
"You've been gone a long time," I said staring at my dad angerily. Mikey shot me a look that I ignored.
"Can I come in?" My dad said with a smile. I could easily fall for it let him in give him a second chance and we could be one big happy family again but I am in way too bad a mood to let that slip. If I don't even want to be around Frank I sure as hell don't want to be around my old man. He washed away our families money maybe even me and Mikey's college money for all we know and lied to us over and over again for god knows how long. nuh uh.
"No. Give me one good reason I should let you in?" I said sternly crossing my arms.
"Gerard-" Mikey started.
"Shut up Mikey" I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. My dad looked like he was going to say something but decided against it.
"I got help these past few weeks" My dad said slowly.
"I want proof," Mikey looked at me again. I wish he'd stop that it's making this harder. But Mikey didn't say anything if anything he looked like he was trying to back me up body language wise. Crossing his arms and forcing his lips down, standing up tall.
"Here I think that'll do suffientally" he pulled out a piece of paper and a chip.
The paper were records.
Entered the rehab xx/xx/xxxx
Exited the rehab xx/xx/xxxx
The chip said two weeks on it. Chips how fitting.
"It's a sobriety chip. Even though it's not substance abuse it's still an adiction and I'm working on it for you and your mother. Where is she anyways?" My dad attempted to poke his head in the door. Mikey promptly blocked his way. Good boy Mikey.
"Asleep and no you can't see her. So they had no phones in rehab you couldn't all us once?" As my anger rose up so did my voice until I felt Mikey's hand on my shoulder.
"You see you guys are-are my weakness the thing that triggers me into wanted to lie and gamble I'm sorry I just wanted to be fully better before I came back"
"You think you can just come back after everything you've done?! Wasting away all our money breaking mom lying to us over and over again?! Then you are more screwed up than we ever though. Fixed? FIXED? you are so far from fixed. If we were your real triggers you wouldn't be here if you were really fixed. Or maybe we are but you aren't really clean so it doesn't matter anyways. here this is me and Mikey's phone numbers. If you want to talk to us call or text but do not ever come hear again without our conset and DO NOT EVER TRY TO CONTACT OUR MOTHER OR SO HELP YOU!" and with that I slammed the door.
I looked at mikey. He was white as a sheet like he'd seen a ghost. The ghost of our father. I was gasping for breaths almost hystarical one push from crying.
I went over to the sink and washed my face with cold water. I can't believe this just happened.
"Who's that?" My ma said groggily. Shitshitshitshitshit.
"Neighbors telling us to quite the video games late at night" Mikey said without heisitation.
"Don't worry about it ma go back to bed. Oh and me and Mikey are going to hang out with Frank later so we might sleep over" I said. My ma smiled at the metion of Frank and wattled back to her room happily. Mikey's faced dropped as soon as she left the room.
"I thought I wasn't invited to that party. "very exclusive"," Mikey said confused.
And as if right on cue Frank called me.
"Speak of the devil" I said monotone.
"Aw you aren't singing that's my favorite part of calling you is hearing you sing rise above" Frank said cutely. It just didn't seem to effect me right now.
"Sorry I've had a rough afternoon," Understatement, "Anyways I was wondering if we could bring Mikey tonight?"
"Of course I was going to offer but I didn't think you'd want to hangout with you baby bro" Frank said light heartedly.
"Yeah well the rough afternoon extends to him aswell and I only feel It's my older brother duty to get him drunk and laid" I said looking at Mikey who raised his eyebrows at me.
"Sounds like a plan I'll pick you both up in an hour" And with that Frank hung up.

Notes

btw the title isn't supposed to mock anyone who does have problems with their father or the father figure in their life it just seemed fitting. so sorry if you took it to offense