We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

There Gerard is. He's with some lady. They're arguing. I open the window just a crack to hear the conversation.

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DO THAT, YOU LITTLE FUCK?"

"I asked if you wanted me to pick up groceries on the way home."

"No, Edward! You broke my fucking heart. Fuck you, go to hell!"

"Mom, I- I need to go."

I saw his mother grab for a saucepan, which she lodged right at his stomach. He responded with an 'umph' and fell to the ground. He pulled his wet shirt off, howling in pain, and pulled on a Blink 182 hoodie. Tears ran down his face nonstop. Before leaving the house, he wiped away his tears and grabbed two packs of cigarettes.

Horrified, Temper and I sprinted back to the car.

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