After The Break Up

Gerard's P.O.V Detective Hayley Martinez frowned at the photos. She shook her head before looking up at me. " Your sure it's not one of your exes?" She asked. I shook my head. "Lynsey would never do anything like this." I stated. "And Jamia is way too soft to do it. Besides, they both support us." She sighed. "The letter and photos are very descriptive. Very personal. Whoever it is has access to your home." I started to panic. "Oh God." Frank pulled me into his side on the couch. "The photos are from my house." He said. "The place I lived in before we decided I should move in with Gerard. Seems as I'm here most of the time anyway." "When did you move in here?" Hayley asked. "Yesterday." Hayley smiled. "That's a good thing." She stated. "Maybe they don't have access to this house. But you should think who had access to your old house." Frank frowned. "Just me and Gerard." She frowned. "Have your keys ever gone missing?" "No." "Jamia had a set." I added. Frank nodded agreement. "That's how she got in for the last photo." "Your sure she wouldn't do this?" Hayley asked. Frank gave a dry laugh. "She would have slipped up. She had problems hiding things from me. From anyone to be honest. She's never been good at stuff like that." I frowned. He was way too quick at defending her. Why? "Maybe she had help?" Hayley suggested. "I said it's not her." Frank snapped. What the fuck? I pulled away and stood up, walking to stare out the window. I felt like crying. So I kept my back to everyone and hugged myself. "I thought I saw someone watching me once." I said, trying to sound calm. "A shadow by the trees out back. I was getting a drink of water when I looked up." I turned to look at Hayley. Frank was watching me with a confused look. "It backed into the trees fast. I thought I was seeing things." Hayley frowned. "Has anyone been out there since you saw the shadow?" I shook my head. "No." "I'll have some officers check it out." She said. I leaned against the window frame. "Won't it be too late now?" "It's always worth a look." She said as she frowned at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "Yeah. Why?" She shook her head. "I've known you long enough to know when your upset. What's wrong?" I sighed. "I'm just a little on edge." I half lied. "I do have a stalker after all." Hayley sighed. "Okay. I'll drop it." I turned my head to look outside again as she asked Frank more questions. I zoned out. Frank's acting weird whenever Jamia's mentioned. Is he regretting leaving her for me? Does he still love her? I watched a few birds pecking around something by the tree base. I squinted to get a better look. It was a small package of some kind. But it had a red stain on it. The birds had pecked a hole in it and it's contents were showing slightly. I turned so I could pull the curtain to the side a little so I could get a better look. It was flesh coloured. My eyes flew wider as I realized it wasn't just flesh coloured. It was flesh. The part showing was a little finger, still attached to a hand. I felt sick. I bolted out the room and rushed outside. Throwing the contexts of my stomach onto the path by the door. "What's wrong, Gerard?" Hayley asked with concern. Frank rubbed my back. I pulled away from him and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes as I pointed to the tree. I was shaking uncontrollably. I heard her walk to where I pointed. Then she was barking out orders into her radio. "Gerard?" Frank said gently from next to me. "Why are you so quick to defend Jamia?" I asked, quietly. "What do you mean?" He asked. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "When Hayley suggested Jamia could have had help." I clarified. "You snapped at her. Why?" He frowned. "What are you getting at?" "Fine." I snapped, quietly, gritting my teeth. "Are you still in love with your ex wife?" "What?" He laughed. I could feel myself losing it fast. "Don't fucking laugh at me." I snapped louder. He stopped laughing. Everyone turned to watch us. "Do you still love Jamia?" I asked. Frank sighed. "Yes." I pushed past him and ran into the house. I heard him call me, but I just ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I leaned against it and slid to the floor. I didn't cry. I just sat there, staring at the floor, my legs out stretched infront of me. It took me fourteen years to get him. But he fell in love with Jamia. I held my hands over my heart. I wish I could just rip this fucking thing out. Why did I have to fall in love? I hate myself so much. I felt sick again, so I ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, knelt down infront of it. I barely heard the knock on the bedroom door. I flushed the toilet, brushed my teeth, then headed to lay in the bed. I was shivering. I'm so fucking cold. "Gerard, baby?" Frank called from outside the door. "Let me in so we can talk." "Fuck off." I managed to shout. "Please, honey. Let me explain." I tried to tell him to Fuck off again. But my stomach went into overdrive again. So I bolted to the bathroom again. Barely reaching the toilet before I threw up again. "Gerard?" Frank shouted again. He sounded worried. I couldn't answer. I was too busy puking. I vaguely heard the door breaking open as I laid on my side on the floor with my eyes closed and my arms hugging my stomach. "Baby?" Frank called. Then I heard him running towards me. "Sweetheart?" He muttered as he dropped to his knees beside me. I groaned. He went to pick me up but I stopped him. "Don't touch me." I groaned. " Baby, let me explain..." He started. But I interrupted him. "No. If you touch me, I'll be sick again." I said, trying to will the pain in my stomach to go away. "Every time I move...." I groaned again. "....It hurts." I heard him move. Then I felt a wet cloth on my forehead. He brushed a stray hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. "I'm not leaving your side, baby" He told me. "Even if I have to sleep on this bloody floor beside you." He moved away for a few minutes. I heard rustling in the bedroom. "Where's Gerard?" I heard Mikey ask. "On the bathroom floor." Frank answered. "He's ill. Stomach bug or summat. Every time he moves, it hurts. So I'm going to sleep on the floor with him. I'm not leaving his side. No way." "But you love Jamia." Mikey pointed out. Frank sighed. "It's not like that." He said. "I love her because she's the mother of my kids. Gerard's different. He's my life. Without him.....well I don't want to even think about that. I can't live without him. I love him so much. It fucking hurts. And knowing he has this fucking stalker...." He groaned. "I can't leave him alone. I know the cops are doing their best to keep him safe. But that's my job. I have to protect him. I want to protect him. He's the love of my life." I smiled. I love him so much. Mikey sighed. "Well we're all going to have to watch out for you both. That parcel was addressed to Gerard. It had a letter in describing in detail what their going to do to you if Gerard stayed with you. Hayley's sent the hand to forensics." Frank sighed. " Fuck. I'm so fucking glad Gerard didn't get it." "You and me both." Mikey added. "I'll let everyone know what's happening up here. I'll tell them to let you guys sleep while you can. The guys fitting all the security equipment are due at ten in the morning." "Thanks, Mikey." Frank said. Mikey left and Frank joined me. He carefully lifted my head and slipped a pillow under it. Then he laid behind me, putting a cover over us, gently. He kissed my cheek, then put a hand on my thigh. "I really want to put my arm around your waist. But I don't want to hurt you, baby." He explained. "It's okay." I said, moving slowly to face him. I manage to face him completely without too much discomfort. I opened my eyes and looked into his. " I'm sorry I overreacted." He smiled, then kissed my forehead. "Forget it." He said as he grabbed my hands. "I know it's just the stress talking." I sighed. "I do love you, Frankie." I said as I rested my head on his chest. The move was painful, but worth it. I closed my eyes again. "I love you too, Geebear."

Notes

Love as always. xxx