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Everything Will Be Ok

Chapter 83

***Lindsey’s POV***
All day I had been trying to get a hold of Gerard. Not once has he picked up his phone or answered his text messages. My baby was due in a few weeks and he still needed to pay me his part of the insurance for my baby girl. I called him for the ninth time today as it went straight to voicemail once again. “Ugh come on pick up!” I groaned as I slammed my phone down on my kitchen counter and grabbed my purse and car keys. If he was going to ignore my phone calls, I had no other choice but to drive straight over to his house and confront him about the money he was needing to owe me. “Where are you going?” I heard my fiancé, Mathew call out to me as he saw me exiting through the front door. “I’m going to get the money Gerard promised to pay to me to help out with the baby.” I honestly replied. “Are you sure you want to go alone? Why can’t you just call him instead and he can fax it to you?” I sighed. Mathew had always been the jealous type, and every time I were to communicate with anyone else of the opposite gender, he would become extremely defensive. He was even especially protective over me being around Gerard since he knew how serious we used to be together. “He won’t pick up his phone so I’m just going to be over there for a little while and I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He stroked his dirty blond, messy hair. “Alright…but come back home soon, you know I don’t trust Gerard all that much.” He muttered softly. I gave him a light peck on the lips. “Don’t worry honey. I’m going to be just fine and I know how to handle him now, so please just calm down a little and I’ll be back shortly, alright?” He nodded. “Ok, well ill see you later!” I said, leaving through the door and getting into my car to drive over to Gerard’s.

Once I had finally reached his driveway, I walked up to the door and lightly nocked on it. I stood there patiently as all I heard was silence. After waiting a few more minutes, I knocked louder this time. I groaned as there was still no answer. Was he even home? I thought to myself. I then looked over to see his beaten up station wagon parked in the driveway. He must be home if his car is still here. I reassured myself. I finally just rang the doorbell as I could hear the loud ringing coming from the inside of the house. “Godamnit Gerard. Answer the fuckin door!” I grumbled under my breath. “Gerard are you in there?” I finally yelled out. There was only silence. “Gerard, hello? It’s Lindsey.” I called out receiving no answer once again. I sighed. Was he sleeping or something? Why the hell wasn’t he answering the door? I then finally just decided to look around for a spare key. When I lived here with Gerard a while ago, I remember there being a spare key hidden under the welcome mat, so that was the first place I checked. I was then pleased to see that it was indeed under there. With that, I picked up the small key and shoved into the keyhole, unlocking the front door. The door eventually swung right open as I was met with the same familiar house that I had lived in years before. I noticed that the house was changed up a little since I had left, but mainly everything else remained the same. “Gerard?” My voice echoed through the large house. “Where are you?” I continued calling out to him by going from room to room until I met his bedroom. ‘Should I go in there?’ I questioned myself. Well what if he was changing or taking a shower? Just to make sure I wouldn’t be invading his privacy, I decided to knock firmly on his bedroom door. “Gerard if you are in there, please let me in.” I waited for a reply as I was disappointed to only hear the same silence. That’s it…I was going in. With that I opened the door to see my ex-boyfriend lying face-up on the bedroom floor. My eyes widened as I saw a large bottle of Rum and a few other crumpled beer cans lying beside him, near the drawer. “Oh my god…” I gulped as I ran over to his still body. His eyes remained closed as I could still hear his heavy breaths. He was passed out for sure. “Gerard…wake up…” I whispered in his ear as I shook his shoulder to try to waken him. He moaned a little bit as continued to shake him. “T-Taylor?” He mumbled softly, his eyes remaining closed. Taylor? Who the hell is Taylor? “No its Lindsey…you know, you’re ex-girlfriend…remember me?” He stayed quiet. “Ugh for heaven’s sake, get up!” With that I fast-walked over to his small bathroom in his bedroom and filled up one of the cups on the counter with water from the bathroom sink. “This outa wake him up.” I mumbled to myself as I raced back over to Gerard and poured it right on him. He then jolted up in shock, his eyes widening. “W-what the hell?!” He yelled angrily. “You asked for it…” He held his hand over his head and looked at me with bewilderment. “Y-you’re not Taylor…” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Who is this Taylor girl you keep talking about?” I questioned him. He then immediately pulled himself up and ignored my question. “Gerard are you going to answer me?” As he got up he began to stumble over his feet. He remained silent as he slumped over to the bathroom. Jesus he was acting weird…I then knew what was going on when I heard the bathroom door slam closed and the sound of him puking into the toilet. Oh god he was drunk…I then walked over to the bathroom door. “Gerard…are you doing ok?” He didn’t answer as he was still upchucking everything that was in his stomach. I sighed as I knew there was nothing I could do and sat down beside the door. I thought he had given up drinking…I thought he was sober again…I then stood back up as I noticed that there was only silence coming from the other side of the door. “Gerard…Can I come in?” I asked softly. “N-no I can’t let you see me like this…” He stuttered. “Come on please let me in…” He began to cough loudly as he finally opened the bathroom door to face me. “Why did you come?” He asked simply. I looked him up and down to see that he looked absolutely horrible. He was extremely skinny and his face was dead pale. I looked back into his sorrowful, bloodshot eyes. “Y-you said you were going to help me out with the baby…you know the insurance?” He sighed as he rubbed his eye with his palm. “Oh…right…”A tear rolled down his cheek. “What’s wrong?” He sniffled. “Come on Gee…tell me, why are you crying? He wiped his tears with his unwashed sleeve and continued on. “Be-because…I am a poor excuse of a father…” He choked as he was still stumbling over his words. I didn’t know how to reply. “I mean look at me…I finished half a bottle of alcohol because I can’t face my own fuckin problems!” More tears began to fall down his slender face. “I don’t think you are going to be a bad father…it’s just that I don’t think you can handle all of this right now…” I muttered softly under my breath. He looked back up at me with tear stained eyes. “W-what do you mean?” I sighed before I spoke again. “Gerard, I don’t know how to say this…but there’s no way you can take care of our daughter in your condition…” His sobs became louder. “Gerard please don’t cry…” His dark, raven hair hung over his sickened face. “How can I not?” He sobbed. “I just think that until you sober up completely and get your life together, you can have more custody of the baby…” I explained. He sniffled again. “I-I understand…” He spoke quietly. I then brought him into a hug when I heard the sound of the front door slam closed downstairs. Was someone in the house? I then stood frozen when a familiar face entered Gerard’s room. “Lindsey…what are you doing here?”