Strictly Forbidden
Crash
Gerard’s POV
My heart is hammering against my chest, and though I try to take Mrs Iero’s advice and calm down I just can’t. I anticipate what is coming, my mind creating drastic scenarios before I can stop it. Parents spitting and snarling at each other, my mother yelling about what a disgrace I am, my father taking a swing at Frankie, splitting his – Stop. I need to stop. I nod at Mrs Iero, hoping that it is convincing. I close my eyes to focus on my breathing. Frankie lets go of my hand to squeeze out the door. I am the last one to leave the car, taking one deep breath before levering the handle and opening the door.
Frank is waiting on the curb for me. His mum has already started to walk up the path to the house. I say the house, because I highly doubt it’ll be my house when we are done. Frank pulls me against him; though my arms are limp at my sides he hugs me and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
“It’ll be fine.” He whispers into my ear. I nod again. It’s really the only thing I am capable of doing. We break apart, hoping that no one has seen us. Mrs Iero is standing on the doorstep.
She turns around when we reach her and looks at us with her lips pressed firmly together in a straight line. Her brows are furrowed and her eyes display concern for us. She shakes her head and smiles at us then knocks on the door. I force my shoulders back, trying to appear like I have some aspect of my life in control.
The knock echoes through the house. Mrs Iero raises her hand to knock again, but then we hear the scurrying sound of feet. I dare to exhale a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. It sounds like Mikey’s footsteps in the house. sure enough I am greeted by his face when he quietly unlocks the door and peeps his head around the corner.
“Gerard?” he says incredulously. He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, so that our parents can’t hear us.
Mikey slips out the door, shutting it gently behind him, and leans against it with his arms folded across his chest. He surveys us standing there with an inscrutable look. Then he addresses Frank.
“You must be Frank. And you are Mrs Iero?” he says. Frank nods. Mrs Iero smiles and holds out her hand for him to shake. Mikey shakes it, returning her smile but at a lesser wattage.
“What are you guys doing here?” Mikey directs at me.
Mrs Iero glances towards me and then answers. “We’re here to speak to your parents about Gerard and Frank.”
Mikey puzzles this for a moment, and then cracks open the door and ushers us in.
“They're both in the kitchen, but you guys can go on through to the lounge and I will tell them you’re here.”
I lead them into the living room and we all perch awkwardly on the couch. Frank is to my left and Mrs Iero is on the right. The room is all silent, and I can’t decide what would be worse: the silence, or yelling. As I am thinking this, we hear a distant clatter. I jump to my feet, ready to run to Mikey’s aid, but Mrs Iero grabs my hand and holds me back.
“Gerard, Mikey can handle it. Everything will be fine.”
I reluctantly sit, bobbing my knees up and down nervously. Frank wordlessly slips his hand into mine in a reassuring gesture. I realise he is just as nervous as I am. His eyes are rounded, alert, and his mouth is pursed. He flinches when we hear another smashing noise, a plate shattering on the ground. A lump rises in my throat and I almost begin to cry. But I force it back down and breathe in deeply. Frank does the same. Mrs Iero leans over to see if everyone is alright. Frank is caught mid smile when my father comes crashing into the room.
My heart is hammering against my chest, and though I try to take Mrs Iero’s advice and calm down I just can’t. I anticipate what is coming, my mind creating drastic scenarios before I can stop it. Parents spitting and snarling at each other, my mother yelling about what a disgrace I am, my father taking a swing at Frankie, splitting his – Stop. I need to stop. I nod at Mrs Iero, hoping that it is convincing. I close my eyes to focus on my breathing. Frankie lets go of my hand to squeeze out the door. I am the last one to leave the car, taking one deep breath before levering the handle and opening the door.
Frank is waiting on the curb for me. His mum has already started to walk up the path to the house. I say the house, because I highly doubt it’ll be my house when we are done. Frank pulls me against him; though my arms are limp at my sides he hugs me and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
“It’ll be fine.” He whispers into my ear. I nod again. It’s really the only thing I am capable of doing. We break apart, hoping that no one has seen us. Mrs Iero is standing on the doorstep.
She turns around when we reach her and looks at us with her lips pressed firmly together in a straight line. Her brows are furrowed and her eyes display concern for us. She shakes her head and smiles at us then knocks on the door. I force my shoulders back, trying to appear like I have some aspect of my life in control.
The knock echoes through the house. Mrs Iero raises her hand to knock again, but then we hear the scurrying sound of feet. I dare to exhale a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. It sounds like Mikey’s footsteps in the house. sure enough I am greeted by his face when he quietly unlocks the door and peeps his head around the corner.
“Gerard?” he says incredulously. He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, so that our parents can’t hear us.
Mikey slips out the door, shutting it gently behind him, and leans against it with his arms folded across his chest. He surveys us standing there with an inscrutable look. Then he addresses Frank.
“You must be Frank. And you are Mrs Iero?” he says. Frank nods. Mrs Iero smiles and holds out her hand for him to shake. Mikey shakes it, returning her smile but at a lesser wattage.
“What are you guys doing here?” Mikey directs at me.
Mrs Iero glances towards me and then answers. “We’re here to speak to your parents about Gerard and Frank.”
Mikey puzzles this for a moment, and then cracks open the door and ushers us in.
“They're both in the kitchen, but you guys can go on through to the lounge and I will tell them you’re here.”
I lead them into the living room and we all perch awkwardly on the couch. Frank is to my left and Mrs Iero is on the right. The room is all silent, and I can’t decide what would be worse: the silence, or yelling. As I am thinking this, we hear a distant clatter. I jump to my feet, ready to run to Mikey’s aid, but Mrs Iero grabs my hand and holds me back.
“Gerard, Mikey can handle it. Everything will be fine.”
I reluctantly sit, bobbing my knees up and down nervously. Frank wordlessly slips his hand into mine in a reassuring gesture. I realise he is just as nervous as I am. His eyes are rounded, alert, and his mouth is pursed. He flinches when we hear another smashing noise, a plate shattering on the ground. A lump rises in my throat and I almost begin to cry. But I force it back down and breathe in deeply. Frank does the same. Mrs Iero leans over to see if everyone is alright. Frank is caught mid smile when my father comes crashing into the room.
Notes
Oh I'm such a terrible person for leaving this cliff hanger with you all...And it's such a short chapter too, I'm really sorry.
I will try to upload the next one either later today or tomorrow!
- Run Bunny
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@Left Shark
Thank you! I'm really sorry it took so long, I use google to sign in and I was locked out of my google account and now the google connect or whatever is used to login to this site is outdated and yeah :// I'm just glad I could finish it and get back into my account!
6/8/15