Lyn-z’s POV
When Gerard ran off with the concluding words of, “Go live with him, go make the happy family you’ve always dreamt of and don’t come back unless he’s fucking killing you!” Then he hurried off in the other direction. I made the biggest mistake of my lousy life, losing the best thing to ever walk into it. I had already wanted him back. He tried to kill Josh before even letting me explain what happened, who he was to me. I at least wanted him to see reason behind my immoral behavior. I’d rather him see me as a reasonable bitch, than some whore giving in to mindless self indulgence, ironic, huh. I didn’t care if people thought I was a whore, I even was at time; I could accept and understand that. But Gerard, he was different, Gerard actually mattered, and I actually cared what he thought.
I stared as he ran off, in complete shock, I had never seen that side of him before, and I hoped to never see it again. “I won’t tell anyone,” Josh said touching the blood on his face, “I know you don’t want him to get in trouble, and I know he really is a good guy, and I’m the worthless prick. Go after him, I’ll understand. You want him. Just know that when he rejects you I’m still here.”
“Stop, don’t talk like that. I’m not going to go after him, but I don’t need you making this harder than it already is,” I hugged my sides as I stared in the direction he ran, “but thank you. I don’t want him to get in trouble because of what I did.” I rested my hands on my tummy, there was no size to it yet, but I knew there was something in there.
“Come back and live with me, In my apartment, I can get the money to take care of us.”
“Josh no,” I quietly shook me head, Josh was graduated and already going to school at some university, living in some apartment a couple miles off campus. I turned to face him I watched his smirk from my rejection of his previous over fade to a frown at the rejection of his current offer. “I need to atleast try to be on my own, I can’t just rely on you.”
“It’s just as much my baby as it is yours,” he pressed.
“I know,” I sighed, “but it’s not under your roof, not yet, it’s under mine, and until then, what I say goes.”
Josh tried to put his arms around me, “Josh, I’m going home,” I pushed him away.
“Baby, c’mon,” He dropped his arms disappointed.
“Josh no! just no! I need to take care of this myself, get my thoughts straight,” as soon as he attempted to pull me back, “No god damnit! Take no for an answer could you?” I began to walk away, but I turned back around, sticking my hand out in a form of a request, “Car keys,” I demanded, “Their in your pocket,” I took them and began to walk away, in a call back to him I said, “I’ll be at Jamia’s, I’ll talk to you later, have fun walking home.