After The Break Up

Gerard's P.O.V

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Two hours later.

I woke up to Frank snoring lightly. Somehow we'd switched sides in our sleep. So I was by the curtain. My head hurt still. The headache was pretty bad. So I pulled back the curtain and climbed out. I closed the curtain then headed to the kitchen. I'd refused tablets so I'll just have to cope. I make a coffee then go sit on the couch. I notice Franks phone on the coffee table. Trust him to leave it in here. I sigh. Then his phone ring's. It's Jamia. I answer incase it's about the kids.
Jamia: "Hey, baby."
Baby?
Me: "Sorry, Jamia. Franks asleep."
Jamia: "Why do have his phone?"
Me: "He left it in here. I've only just noticed it."
Jamia: "Oh. Okay. Look I'm sorry, Gerard."
Me: "For what?"
Jamia: "He hasn't told you yet?"
Me: "Told me what?"
Jamia: "I don't think it's my place to tell you."
Me: "Tell me what?"
Jamia: "I can't. Frank will kill me. I can't...."
Me: "It's okay. I'll tell him I forced you. That I wouldn't leave you alone till you told me."
Jamia: (Sigh) "Okay." (Pause)"Frank and I are trying again. For the kid's."
My heart stopped. Frank is leaving me?
Jamia: "I'm sorry, Gerard. Frank said that when he gets back from tour, we can go away for a couple of weeks. As a family. He said thing's between you were...wrong. Not what he wanted. He said he must have been kidding himself. He told me earlier when you was at the hospital. I'm sorry, Gerard. He told me he love's me. He said he was going to tell you when you got back that he's breaking up with you. I'm so sorry, Gerard."
She started crying. My heart was in pieces. Frank's been lieing to me. I should never have believed him.
Me: "It's okay, Jamia. I'll won't let him take it out on you. Thank you for telling me. Bye."
I hung up then put the phone on the table. I stared into space. I feel so..dirty. So used. I stand up and head for the small shower. I take a change of clothes with me. Once I'm in the shower, I let the tears flow. I keep my noises quiet as the too hot water pelts down onto my skin. I scrub every part of me until I'm red. I look at myself in the full length mirror on the door. I hate myself so much. It's no wonder he's going back to Jamia. I mean my body is awful. That's why I've always kept it covered. I look at my carrot coloured hair. Time for a change. I turn the water off and start drying myself when I hear a knock on the door.
"Gerard, baby." Frank calls. "Is that you?"
I try to sound normal as I finish off drying myself and start getting dressed.
"I'll be out in a minute." I manage to say.
"I could come help you." He says with a giggle.
I close my eye's briefly as I slip on my shoe's and tie them. I'm already dressed now. So I just unlock the door and frown down at my phone as it rings. Lyn-z. I answer it as I walk past Frank, ignoring him.
Me: "What's up?"
Lyn-z: "Are you ever going to answer the phone with a simple hello?"
I sit at the kitchen table. Frank sits across from me, frowning. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Why is your skin so red? Why won't you look at me?"
I just ignore him and put my back to the window, closing my eyes as I rest my head back and pull my knees up to my chest.
Me: "Hello. What's up?"
Lyn-z: "Are you okay, Gerard? Jamia told me."
Me: "Sure. Never better."
Lyn-z: "That bastards there isn't he?"
Me: "Yep."
Lyn-z: "I'll fucking kill that piece of shit. How dare he hurt you?"
Me: "It's fine."
Lyn-z: "No it isn't. I know you. You'll just try what you can to keep the peace for Mikey and the other's. Just so the band is okay. You'll bottle it up then have a breakdown."
Me:(Sigh)"Not this time. I'm fine. More than find. I feel great. Absolutely amazing."
Lyn-z: "I know your lieing, Gerard. But if that's how you want to deal with this, that's okay. But I'm here if you need to talk okay? Anytime."
Me: "Thanks. But I really am okay. How's Bandit? I miss her."
Lyn-z: "Change of subject? That's okay. Yeah Bandit is great. She's at school. But she said if you call, I'm to tell you she love's you and misses you, loads. She also said that if you don't call tonight, she's shaving all your hair off."
Me:(Laugh)"Shave my hair off? I guess I better not forget to call her then. I'll call at about six? That okay?"
Lyn-z: "Half past would be better. She has to be at a friends house. Wait, did you mean UK time?"
Me: "No. American time. Why would I mean UK time?"
Lyn-z: "Just checking. I better go. My food's gonna burn if I don't."
Me: "Okay. Later."
I hang up, but don't move for a while. The bus has stopped. So I just need to wait now.
"Gerard?" Frank said.
"So, guy's." Brian said as he walked in. "Shop trip. Give me your lists."
I open my eyes and stand up, smiling. I'm aware of Frank staring at me in confusion. But I ignore him. Instead I look at Brian. "I'm going with you."
Brian frowns at me. "It's best you stay here after yesterday."
My head's still throbbing. But I don't care. I have a plan and I'm sticking to it. "I'm going with you." I repeat.
"No, Gerard..." Brian starts but I cut him off.
"Either I go with you or I go alone. There is no in between. So?"
He shakes his head. "What the fucks got into you?"
I sigh. "Fine." I grab my green jacket and shrug it on. "See you in an hour." I'm out the door and out of sight before anyone can stop me. I check around me to see if I've been followed. I guess I did a good job.
I head into a hairdressers. The young red headed man looks up and his mouth drops open.
"Err...how c...can I ...err...h...help you?" He asks.
I smile. "First you can help me by calming down." I said. "Secondly I need my hair dying blond. Without dying my clothes too." I laugh at his expression. "I don't bite you know."
Before long, I'm sat with a cloak around me, signing autographs and having photo's taken while I'm waiting for the dye to set.
An hour later, I head to a clothing shop close by. I buy and change into a pair of black cargo jeans, a black plain t-shirt and black combat boot's. I shrug on my green jacket and put my other clothes into a plain black backpack. Of course I spend time talking to people and signing autographs. But I don't mind. I feel a little better. I guess retail therapy and a new hair colour does help then. I wave everyone goodbye then head back to the bus. I know I'm two hour's later than I said I would be. But I don't really give a shit.
It's Mikey who spots me first. He shouts my name then throws himself into my arm's. When he pulls away, Brian kicks off.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" He snaps. "We've been looking for you everywhere."
"Obviously not everywhere." I said, smiling. "Or you would have found me."
"It's not a fucking joke. Mikey has been worried sick. Ray and Bob have had to calm Frank down. He's in a proper state in there."
I look at Mikey with a sorrowful look on my face. "Sorry, Mikey." I said. "I just needed to get out. I didn't expect to be gone that long. The fan's. Ya know?"
Mikey smiled. "What's wrong, bruv?" The smile went as he looked concerned. "Somethings happened, hasn't it?"
Brian goes back onto the bus. Knowing him, it was so we could talk.
I sigh. "Jamia called."
Mikey frowned. "Why?"
"She said that she's going away for two weeks when we get back." A tear slid down my cheek as I looked down. "With the kids and..Frank. He's told her that thing's between us are wrong. He's been kidding himself. It's not what he wanted. He told her he love's her." I look back at Mikey. "They're getting back together." I let out a sob and Mikey pulled me into another hug.
"Fucking idiot." Mikey mutters as he rubs my back. "He doesn't know what he's losing."
"Gerard?" Frank shouts from the bus door.
Mikey turns and looks at him. Before I can stop him, he's infront of Frank with Franks on the ground holding his jaw. "Stay the fuck away from my brother or next time I'll break your fucking neck." Mikey snapped. He turned to Brian. "Tour's cancelled. I'm taking Gerard home. Don't even attempt to ask why or try to stop us." He looked at Ray and Bob. "Sorry, guy's. I'll explain later." He walked back over to me. He put his hands on either side of my face and rested his forehead against mine. "No fucker will ever hurt you again. I'll kill anyone that tries."
"What did I do?" Frank shouts as he stands up, staring at me. I look at the ground as I feel more tears forming.
Mikey spins round. "Fuck you, Frank." He snaps. "Next time you intend dumping someone, don't get your ex to do it for you." He turns back to me. "Come on, bruv. Let's get home."
We manage to get a taxi after I clean my face of tear tracks. We also manage to get tickets for the next flight home. Of course we end up signing autographs and getting pictures took at both airport's. But it's a welcome distra

Notes

Frank. Not good.xxx