Disenchanted

Time seemed to stop as the three looked at each other. The keys Lindsey was holding crashed to the ground as she clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes bulging in surprise. Gerard’s grip around Frank’s waist tightened, in preparation for the oncoming fight; his heart hammering against Frank’s back. The apartment was silent as Lindsey stared at the couple, Gerard and Frank staring back. “I’ll ask again,” said Lindsey, her voice cold and angry but unwavering. “What the fuck?”

Gerard stared at her, light a deer caught in headlights. He was caught, after all; caught with his biggest secret of all, and by the worst person possible at that. Underneath the covers, Frank squeezed his hand, but still it didn’t give him courage to speak. He tried at least, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish but still no words came out. He was absolutely speechless, which was pretty inconvenient as he knew he’d need a lot of help to talk his way out of this one.
Lindsey seemed to quickly recover from the initial shock and stood with one hand on her hip, and the other slightly touching her stomach as if to protect the baby inside it. She raised her eyebrows. “I’m waiting,” she spoke again, looking angrier and more impatient as time went on and she still didn’t get an answer from her ex fiancé. “Ugh…um…” was all Gerard could manage. Lindsey shook her head and laughed bitterly, walking towards Gerard and standing over him. “Well if you’re not going to talk, I will. I’m just going to make my presumptions so you know, stop me if I’m wrong,” she said sarcastically. “Ok, so, the way it seems to me is, uh well, you’re gay, something you seemed to just realise recently seeing as I’m fucking pregnant. And let’s see, I can only assume you were cheating on me for months, with this child, or some other poor bastard, whilst under the pretence that you were single, you know, totally without a fiancé or a baby on the way. Was that pretty much it?” asked Lindsey spitefully. “Did I hit the nail on the fucking head there, Gerard?”

Gerard shifting uncomfortably underneath Lindsey’s icy glare. “Um, well, not quite,” he managed. Lindsey laughed. “Okay, you know what, I’m just gonna take that as a big fat yes. Jeez, Gerard good timing. But uh, you know what would have been even better? If you had waited to throw this big sexual revelation on me in the delivery room whilst I was having our baby? Wouldn’t that have been fun? Or better yet, while we were at the altar on our fucking wedding day? What a ball that would have been!” Lindsey laughed sarcastically, throwing her head back in fake hysterics. “Jesus christ, Gerard, how long were you going to let this go on for? Like what, were you gonna come to the hospital when I had the baby and hold my hand and cuddle our kid, and then go home and fuck your boyfriend? Well thank fucking god we broke up anyway, at least you were nice enough to do that to me. At least you didn’t let me get married to you and the carry on cheating on me until I walked in on you and your little boyfriend fucking one day and discovered you’re gay for myself.”

“I’m not gay,” Gerard managed to stutter out. “…It’s just Frank,” he said, squeezing his hand. Lindsey looked interested. “Frank, eh? So he has a name. How old is he anyway; he looks like a pre-schooler,” commented Lindsey, ignoring Frank completely. Frank hated the way Lindsey was attacking Gerard. Yes, he had done something wrong and it was horrible; he didn’t expect her to be forgiving. But still, it wasn’t like he and Gerard were going behind her back anymore; they had broken up months ago. And besides, when they started the relationship, he didn’t even know Gerard was engaged to another woman so it wasn't exactly his fault either. Frank decided to cut in and defend Gerard. “I’m eighteen actually, so not exactly of preschool age, thanks very much,” he replied, his face flaring red as he felt Lindsey’s cutting eyes upon him. Lindsey scrutinized Frank’s face for a few seconds, scrutinizing his features, before practically waving him away in disinterest and focusing back on her ex fiancé. “Eighteen, Gerard? Wow, you’ve hit a new low. He’s practically still in nappies.” Gerard rolled his eyes. “Oh grow up, Lindsey; he’s just a few years younger than us.” Lindsey laughed in disbelief. “Oh, sorry, what? You’re telling me to grow up; like I’m being unreasonable for being upset after I find my fiancé in bed with another person, a guy in fact?!” “We’re not engaged anymore!” shouted Gerard. “So just get over it, okay?” Frank wanted to hit Gerard for the way he was acting. They weren't exactly in a position to piss Lindsey off right now, but off course he seemed to forget that.

Lindsey ignored Gerard. “So where did you pick him up? On the side of the road; working his corner? Outside the local middle school?” By this stage Frank had had enough. He’d already had a horrible day, never mind a horrible week, and now his boyfriend’s ex had suddenly stormed into their apartment and was ripping their relationship to shreds, comparing him to a hooker, as well as a twelve year old middle schooler. And instead of defending his boyfriend, Gerard was barely saying anything. It was almost as if he was afraid of Lindsey and the power she held over him. Then Frank realised; Linsey did hold power over Gerard; and it was in the form of the baby she was carrying that was Gerard’s as well as hers. They were connected in that way, and Frank could never rival that. Lindsey was always going to be in their life.

Suddenly he felt sick. He had to get out of there. He leant over and grabbed his clothes from beside the bed and detached himself from Gerard’s grip, pretending he didn’t feel Gerard’s worried eyes against the back of his head. “You know what; I need to get out of here. I’ll leave you two to talk,” he announced to no one in particular. “Frank-” called Gerard, but Frank ignored him and went to get out of the bed, well aware of the fact that he was wearing only boxers but not quite registering why that might have been a problem. The covers slid away from his body as he stood up to slip on his jeans; however a sharp gasp from both Gerard and Lindsey’s directions caused him to look up in confusion. He looked down and realised what had made the two so shocked. Not only were his thighs still covered in bandages from earlier that day, but their rough sex had caused the majority of cuts to open, and blood had soaked the bandages, causing him to look like he’d been a victim of an attempted murder. He cast a glance to the bed where sure enough, the sheets were also soaked in blood. He shot another look to Lindsey who was covering her mouth in shock and slightly backing away from the bedroom. In a split second, Frank realised why she was so shocked. His legs had revealed the biggest part of their secret. After all, no sane person bludgeons their own legs.

Lindsey pointed at Frank’s legs and stared back at Gerard, disgust not only evident on her face, but now also fear. “You…You…Oh, wow; oh, fuck. This isn’t just some random kid, is it Gerard? This is one of your kids, isn’t it? One of the kids that goes to you for therapy, isn’t it?” When Gerard didn’t answer, she screamed in frustration. “Isn't it? Answer me!” Gerard could only stare down at the sheets and nod, knowing everything was about to crash down around them. “You sick fuck,” Lindsey whispered, looking horrified. For the first time since she had entered the room, tears began to gather in her eyes. She pointed a painted fingernail at him. “You’re sick, Gerard. This is disgusting; this is the worst thing you could have ever done.”

“Lindsey, it’s not like that,” replied Gerard. “You’ve got to believe me.” Lindsey shook her head furiously. “Are you kidding me right now? No, no, Gerard. I will not listen to you, or try and believe whatever stupid story you happen to come up with. You’re going to listen to me, okay? This is horrific, Gerard. You’re abusing your power over these kids in the worst way possible. They come to you for help and you’re totally taking advantage of that. These kids trust you, and look up to you and…Wow, no. I honestly can’t even believe this." she ran her hands through her long black hair, looking traumatised. "These kids…They aren’t well; they’re sick, that’s what makes this even worse. Here was I thinking you were just fucking some kid on the rebound, but this, this is something else. You’re preying on the weak minded Gerard. You’re a pervert.”

Gerard rushed up to Lindsey and stood in front of her, ready to beg her to believe him, his voice breaking as he desperately tried to explain. “Lindsey, stop, please stop; you’re getting ahead of yourself," he cried. "I’m not a pervert, I’m nothing like that. I love Frank.Just him. I love him more than I’m ever loved anyone.” Lindsey flinched at that but didn’t speak; her eyes glazed over as if she was in a trance, shaking. Frank joined Gerard and took his hand, facing Lindsey too.
“Lindsey, please,” started Gerard again. “I love Frank and he loves me. I’m not some crazy pervert, preying on all the kids I see. I’ve only ever loved Frank.” Frank nodded vigorously. Sadly, by this stage Lindsey was past reason. Tear were running down her cheeks and she was visibly shaking. Suddenly she seemed to break out of her thoughts and snapped her eyes up to meet Gerard’s. “You’re disgusting,” she whispered viscously and before they could stop her, she was digging her mobile phone out of her pocket. “I won’t let this go on any longer,” she said with resolution and dialled three quick numbers. Frank and Gerard listened, frozen in horror, as the voice on the other line spoke. “911, what is your emergency?”

Lindsey swallowed before answering coldly. “I’d like to report a crime."

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