I'm Not Okay

Gerard and I pulled apart and looked at her. And my god, she was pissed. There was also something off about her, I’m not sure what it was but there was defiantly something off about her, it kinda scared me. But that's not what scared me the most, in one of her hands that hung loosely by her side was one of my kitchen knives....

"What the fuck is going on here?" She yelled at us.

"Lynz," Gerard said every carefully then started to get out of the bed; I pulled the covers closer to me and held a pillow close to my stomach, "put the knife down."

"Why the fuck would I do that?" She spat at him.

"Just calm down and we'll talk this through." He said then started inching towards her.

"Talk this though? That's what I've been trying to do for months! I fucking forgave you for sleeping with some cheap little whore and you just keep running back to that AIDS infected slut!" She said and pointed the knife in my direction.

I couldn't speak; there was a lump so thick in my throat I couldn't even swallow. I was also afraid if I did speak, I would say the wrong thing and she would hurt me, or worse; she'd hurt Bryce.

"Lynz," Gerard was getting closer to her now and I was afraid she was gonna hurt him. "Did you take your meds this morning?" He asked.

Meds? What the fuck?

“Don’t you dare!” She yelled at him, “Every time I get a little pissed off you always say it’s because I didn’t take my pills and you assume I’m a fucking nut case! I am allowed to have a bad day!”

“When you have a bad day you don’t usually come to someone’s house and take a knife and point it at them,” He was getting closer and closer to her, “Now let’s put the knife down and go get some help, yeah?” He said reaching a hand out to her.

“Not until I do what I came here for!” She said she had somewhat of a hunger look in her eyes.

“And what would that be?” Gerard asked calmly.

“Kill that son of a bitch!” She yelled with the knife pointed at me.

In a matter of seconds she lunged for me with the knife; I couldn’t yelled because of the lump in my throat so I closed my eyes and clutched my stomach and waited for the worse… But it never happened. I heard a bang and opened my eyes to see Gerard and Lynz wrestling on the floor. Gerard must have intercepted Lynz from striking me with the knife and took her down. It looked like he was trying to restrain her without hurting her but I couldn’t say the same for Lynz, she was trying to stab Gerard, she was pulling his hair and biting him trying to get him off of her; but he was too strong for her. I didn’t find my voice until I saw deep crimson falling from one of them and staining my floor, and it wasn’t just a little bit of blood from a scratch or a small cut, it was a lot from like a stabbing wound.

“M-Mikey!” I yelled remembering he was also here, “Help!”

I heard quick footsteps then Mikey appeared in the room looking worried.

"Frank! What's-" He stopped when he saw Gerard and Lynz on the floor.

"Holy shit!" He yelled then grabbed Lynz and pulled her off of Gerard; while he picked her up she dropped the knife but was still thrashing around in his arms. Gerard was still on the floor but now he was covering a spot in his side and I could see blood seeping through his shirt.

"Gerard!" I yelled then started to move to get off the bed.

"Stop!" He yelled at me and I stopped moving, "Don't you dare move from that bed Frank. I refuse to let anything happen to him."

"But you’re hurt."

"I'll suck it up." He said through his teeth.

"Fine, then here." I said moving around to take off my belt. Once it was off I threw it to Gerard who then used it to secure Lynz's hands together.

"Gerard you still need to go to the hospital." Mikey told him.

"I know but we can't call 911, they can't see Frank." He said, he sounded like he was really in pain.

"Mikey take Gerard and Lynz to the hospital and say she forgot to take her meds and attacked Gerard with a kitchen knife when he filed for divorce." I told him, he nodded and started to move Lynz to the car.

"Frank we can't leave you here." Gerard said as he tried to stand up, he was able to he just needed to balance on something.

"I'll call my mom, Gerard please go to the hospital, Bryce needs both fathers in his life."

Gerard looked at me then nodded, he didn't want to go but when Mikey came back into my room to help him, he went. As they were wobbling down the stairs I called my mom to come and help me out. When I told her it was an emergency she rushed over to me. When she got here it took a awhile to convince her I was okay because when she saw the blood on the floor she freaked the fuck out. But after some time I convinced her everything was fine with me and she started to clean the blood up. My heart was still frantically beating, so when my mom left to start cleaning up that gave the chance to calm down and process everything that went on. When the blood on the floor was all cleaned up, I started to get really uncomfortable, like my belly was feeling wired and hurting at the same time; I squirmed around in my bed trying to get comfortable.

"Frankie is everything okay?" My mom asked.

"Yeah I'm just really uncomfortable."

"Lemme see." She said and came over and put both her hands on my bump. "Does it feel tight?" She asked.

I nodded.

"I think you may in labor."

Notes

Poor Frankie, thank you everyone who reads this, comments nice things, and votes.

Till next we meet my killjoys