Kill This Venom From My Heart

A week later the guys and I are well into writing our next album and Gerard and I haven't talked a lot as we've both been busy but I make sure to text him when I first wake up every morning and right before I go to sleep every night to let him know I'm thinking about him. I've just finished a hard day of practice which resulted in a fight between me and Ryan, the guitarist and when I walk in my front door I hear Jamia moving around in the kitchen. I sigh softly in frustration that she still hasn't found somewhere to go when she steps out into the hallway and smiles at me. "Hey you, how was your day?" "Fine. Any luck finding a place?" Her face drops slightly as she says "It shouldn't be too much longer." I nod as I walk past her, heading for the stairs and I go into my bedroom, grabbing some clean clothes and dumping my phone, wallet and keys on the bedside table before making my way to the bathroom where I take a long hot shower, trying to clear my mind of the anger and frustration currently clouding it so I can call Gerard when I get out. When i finally feel a little better I climb out and dry off, pulling on my clean clothes before making my way back to the bedroom and when I get there Jamia is sitting on the bed. "What are you doing in here?" I ask and she smiles softly as she says "Who's Gee?" "What?" "I heard your phone ringing and it was some guy, said his name was Gee." "What the fuck Jamia? Get out of my room and don't touch my stuff and definitely don't answer my fucking phone" I snap at her and her face drops as she leaves the room. After she's gone I slam the door behind her and cross back to the bed, picking up my phone as I sit down and I dial Gerard's number, listening to the phone dial until it rings out and I hang up before trying again. After my fourth unanswered call I send him a message 'Baby please answer, we need to talk.' I give it a few minutes and no replies come through so I try calling again, still getting no response and I snap, throwing the phone onto the mattress beside me as I get up and march out of the room, going downstairs to find Jamia who is in the kitchen cooking dinner. "What did you say to him?" "What?" She asks, her face looking innocent but I see right through it. "He's not answering, what did you fucking say to him?" "Nothing, I just told him you were in the shower." "Jamia" I snap and she swallows hard as she says "We just talked, I don't know what to tell you."

After I go back upstairs I grab my phone and see there's still no reply so I hit call one last time and just as I start to give up hope that he might answer he finally answers. "What do you want Frank? Aren't you busy with your fiancé?" "Wait, what? Who?" "Jamia, your fiancé who I spoke to earlier. I can't believe I thought you were serious and...." "Wait Gee baby she's not my fiancé. Jamia was my girlfriend for a while and she cheated on me with two other guys and broke my fucking heart." Gerard remains silent for a few long seconds before saying "Then why was she answering your phone?" "Because she's fucking crazy and she kept a key when we split and moved all her shit in here while I was with you and I was letting her stay here until she found somewhere else to go. I don't know why she answered my phone, I was in the shower." Gerard goes silent again for a little longer this time before saying "You swear?" "On my life baby, I'm with you." I hear Gerard sigh softly in relief and I let out my own soft sigh as I shift around to lay down, making myself comfortable as I say "So tell me all about your week babe, I'm sorry we haven't been able to talk much." An hour later we finally run out of things to say and Gerard lets out a soft yawn into the phone. "Tired baby?" "Yeah, I've been up late a lot working on my final art project." "Take a break for tonight then and get some sleep, wish I could be there to sleep with you." "Mmm me too Frankie, I miss you." "I miss you too babe." We talk for another few minutes before we finally hang up, three words desperate to escape my mouth but I bite them back, unsure if it's the right time yet.

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