After The Break Up

Gerard's P.O.V

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Three months later. My house.

Thing's were going great between Frank and I. No jealousy. Thank god. He still tormented Bandit and vice versa. Typical. It was funny to watch though. Frank still hadn't won. I'm so proud of my little girl. We spent most days cuddling on either mine or his couch, watching movies. Today we'd laid on his couch watching Ghost Ship. Then I'd come home to change for a meal at a restaurant close by. I'd changed into a dark blue suit with a black shirt and pink tie. I was brushing my hair when I heard something come through my letter box. I slipped on my black dress shoes and headed downstairs. On the floor, by the front door was a a4 brown envelope. I picked it up and looked on the front. No writing. I opened it and pulled out a piece of paper. It read:
Do you know what your fiancé is doing behind your back?
Check out the enclosed pictures to see.

No signature. This is odd. I went into the lounge and sat down, emptying the contents of the envelope onto the glass coffee table. My heart stopped when I saw the pictures.

Frank's P.O.V

I frowned at the clock. Gerard was due here twenty minutes ago. I picked up my mobile and tried to phone him. Voice mail. Damn it. I tried his house phone. Voice mail. I decided to leave a message.
"Hey, baby. It's Frank. Your late. I'm assuming you got held up. That's okay. I'll come collect you instead. See you in ten. Love you, baby."
I hung up then headed out.
I opened Gerard's front door and headed in. "Hey, baby." I called out as I walked towards the lounge. "I left you a...." I froze at the site. Gerard was knelt on the floor amongst the broken glass coffee table. He had his head in his bloody hands. There was blood everywhere. He was crying.
I rushed towards him, but he glared at me. Blood all over his face.
"Oh god, baby." I said. "What happened?"
He didn't answer. He just glared at me.
"We need to get you cleaned up." I told him as I reached for him.
He pulled away. "Don't fucking touch me." He snapped. "Don't ever touch me again."
I froze. "Baby, what did I do?" I asked, tears in my eyes.
"Get away from me." He growled. "I fucking hate you."
I felt the tears spill over. "I'm not leaving you like this." I wiped my face as I grabbed my phone. I dialed Mikey. Hopefully he could find out what's wrong and clean Gerard up.
Mikey: "Hey, Frank. What's up?"
Me: "Get to Gerard's, fast. He's upset and he's covered in blood. He won't let me near him. I don't know what I've done wrong. Help him, Mikey, please. I'm scared...."
Mikey: "Calm down, Frank. We're on our way."

Turns out 'we' meant Mikey, Ray, Bob and Brian. Mikey and Bob went to Gerard. Ray and Brian took me into the kitchen.
"What happened?" Ray asked.
I shook my head as we all sat around the table. "I don't know." I admitted. "We'd spent the day watching TV and cuddling on the couch at my place. Gerard came to change so we could go out for a meal. When he was twenty minutes late, I tried to phone him. His mobile went to voice mail. So I called the house phone. Voice mail again. So I left a message saying I was coming to get him. When I got here, he was like that." I rubbed the tears away again. "What have I done? The one time I don't do anything wrong...." I broke off with a sob as Bob walked in.
He sat across from me. He dropped a white envelope infront of me. Some of Gerard's blood was on it. "Open it." Bob said, calmly.
I frowned as I took the letter out. "Do you know what your fiance is doing behind your back?" I read out. "Check out the enclosed pictures to see." I emptied the envelope. About ten Polaroid pictures dropped out. I stared at them in horror. They were pictures of me and Jamia having sex. They were from before we broke up. Except for two. I looked at Bob in shock. "Eight of these are from before we broke up."
Bob frowned. "What about the other two?"
I sighed. "When we got back from the tour, Jamia tried to get me back." I stated. "She snook in when I was in the shower. When I got out, she was in my room, naked. She grabbed me and kissed me. I pulled away as soon as the shock wore off a second later. That's the first picture. The second was her bending down to grab me a pair of boxers from the draw. The position looks wrong, I know. But I had a hand covering my junk. I wouldn't EVER cheat on Gerard. I've spent too many years without him."

Notes

Trouble in paradise. Oh dear. Love as always.xxx