Mikey and I were waiting in the waiting room, what else would you do in such a place right? I heard a door slam as my father walked in with a certain force. I scowled when he didn’t even look at Mikey and I. We hadn’t seen the guy since he shipped us off to Gram’s house. Mikey and I haven’t seen either of our parents for atleast four or five years, I graduated and never went back. I thought of the hatred my parents showed me when I needed them most, and decided they didn’t deserve their eldest son.
“Gerard…” my ‘father’ recomposed himself, sitting next to me.
“Donald.” My greeting was much more stern, and held much more force.
“What I’m not dad anymore?” I was shocked he even had the nerve to ask.
“Does a dad kick his son out when he needs him most? Ship his brother off with him? No that’s not how to be a father, thanks for the effort but I’m pretty sure I can do a better job than that,” I stood and took my pack of cigarettes outside.
He followed me outside as I struggled to light the cigarette. “This would be easier if you had actually cleanded up like we told you to,” He scoffed.
I heald the cigarette in my mouth staring at him in schock, “you bastard.”
“No yo-“ He bagan to yell.
“Guys please…. Now’s not the time… Gram’s is gone…” Mikey whispered with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“No… No…! Ya know what? Fuck you,” I pointed, “You think you can walk back into my life after kicking me out? You think you can tell me what the hell to do? Well you can go fuck yourself, fuck life, I’m getting the hell out of here.”
“Gerard wait…” Mikey grabbed my arm.
“Fuck off,” I yanked my arm free and he didn’t fight back.
“I guzzled down all the beer I had left and smoked nearly my whole pack of cigarettes. After seeing my dad for the first time in five years, I was crushed. He expected me to still call him dad and love him dearly. What kind of father kicks both of his sons out when the eldest needs him more than he ever will again in his life?
As I walked down the sidewalk with no particular destination I finished my beer and stared up at the sky as the drops of rain began to fall and hit my face. Cue the tears. I needed something to take off the edge. I needed to not feel anything. Not at least until I could get home to frank. I walked into a liquor store. "vodka..." I pointed licking my lips to the booze behind the counter.
"uhm ya sure man..." the man behind the counter and pulled the bottle of the rack. I grabbed the ketel one by the neck and took four long guzzles as I looked at the clock. 9 am seemed a little early in the day to start drinking, let alone be awake, but I didn't care.
"hey!" the man behind the counter barked.
"calm your lady parts jackass" I through the 17.50 on the counter and left immediately. As I started making my way down the pointless road to no where we all know as the sidewalk, i took another long drink. I savored the burn in my throat and waited as my brain went fuzzy. I just hoped that It would make everything go away for a little while.
As the liquid level in the bottle fell so did my level of coherency. It took all of my concentration to propel myself down the street. "left right left right left right" I though to myself. "Come on gerard you can do this." I grumbled under my breath as I hit my toe on the curb stepping up to franks apartment complex. The rain was beating down on the steps as I tried to climb them. My foot slipped and down I went. My head hitting the side of the step as the vodka bottle shattered into my hand.

Franks pov
After ray called I grabbed my jacket and was on my way to go find Gerard. I just knew I was gonna find him passed out in a gutter somewhere. As soon as I walked out the door, sure enough there he was. I couldn't help but wonder how long he hand been there. "goddamnit Gerard..." he was nocked out cold. I, little tiny frank, had to carry him inside.
I did the only thing I knew to do. I laid Gerard down on the couch and did my best to clean him up. Gee was such a mess, I knew Elena's death had been hard on him lately but what pushed him so far over the edge. I took off his soiled blood and barf covered shirt and replaced it with another one he's had here. Gerard wasn't living with me but most of his stuff was here. Gerard had graduated from art school and I had dropped out of the university. Our biggest focus was the band at this point. But Gerard was crashing I dunno if the band life was healthy for him.
I did my best to clean up the cuts on his hand and clean up the vodka shards off of my porch. I knew that this was the time Gerard needed me the most and I couldn't turn my back to him. Not even in the slightest. He was heading for a cliff and he needed me to hold him back.

Notes

WOAH three in a night