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Gerard's pov*

The detention was so awkward. Frank was obviously angry at me, and my "sorry" note did nothing to help that.
At the end, when we were finally released, Frank stormed out of the room without me.
Of course, I'm not surprised he hates me.. They all do, sooner or later.
Head hung low, I collected my things, nodded goodbye to Mr. Carringfield, the gym teacher who'd been put in charge of detentions this week, then followed Frank out of the building and over to Linda's car.
Frank was already strapped in the passenger seat, leaving me to sit in the back, alone.
"How was your first day at school Gerard?.." Linda asked, turning in her seat to look at me ".. Was everyone nice?.."
I shrugged slightly and studied my hands in my lap.
Linda turned to Frank ".. You DID look after Gerard, didn't you Frankie?.."
Frank grunted and shoved his earbuds in his ears, turning his music up loud, and staring out the side window grumpily.

No person pov*

Linda sighed. She had been informed over the phone at lunchtime about the detention, by the science teacher who'd given it. Told that they'd been late for class, then when asked, Gerard had refused to explain why.
She tore strips off the bitch teacher for not listening when Frank had told her that Gerard doesn't talk, hasn't for 9 years. The teacher said that she'd not been informed, and therefore didn't know, and didn't believe Frank's word.
Linda had assured the bitch that she would be putting in a complaint, but the teacher said that the detention was already on the system, so they had no choice but to go.. Then hung up... BITCH!
Pulling out of the school carpark, Linda knew there wasn't much point talking to the boys, cos she could see in the rear view mirror that Gerard had put in HIS earbuds too.
Sighing again, she turned on the radio, and drove quietly back home.

Gerard's pov*

When we arrived at the house, Frank slammed his way out of the car and stomped in through the front door.
Linda offered me an apologetic smile as we got out of the car and followed him in "Don't worry dear. He'll come around soon.." A door upstairs slammed, violently, and loud music started to be blasted in what I presumed was our room ".. Perhaps you should stay down here for a bit.." Linda suggested ".. Have you got any homework?.." I nodded, grimacing slightly ".. Ok, well why don't you come keep me company while I get dinner, and you can do your work on the table." I smiled slightly, and followed her through to the kitchen.
Math!.. Deep joy!
After about a half hour, Linda said she was going to go tell Frank that dinner was ready.
From what I could see, and smell, I was glad that I DON'T eat!
Five minutes later, Linda came back down "He's locked the door and won't come out.." She grumbled ".. Guess it's just you and me kid!.." She smiled at me as she served herself a plate of what I THINK was meant to be Osso Buco, though I wouldn't put money on it, and sat down opposite me to eat ".. I got you signed up at the doctors today.." She said, thoughtfully, in between bites of whatever the hell THAT was supposed to be ".. I need to take you in for a routine checkup next week, but because Maggie gave me your medical file, the surgery could give me a prescription for your current pills. They're in my bag, so you don't have to go upstairs and brave the wrath of Frank.." She grinned at me, and I smiled slightly back ".. He really isn't normally like this.." She assured me.. Oh, so it IS me then! ".. I think he's having some problems at school.. Might be being bullied, but he won't talk to ME about it."
She looked so sad as she continued to eat her.. "FOOD"
I wanted to hug her, and tell her that everything would be alright.. I didn't!.. Instead, i just offered a small smile, and returned to my math equations.. When was i ever going to need to be able to work out the third angle of a triangle?.. What job needed that shit anyway?.. Besides high school math teacher, that is.
When Linda had finished eating, and cleared away the evidence, putting Frank's "meal" in the fridge for later, we both went through to the living room, and Linda put in a movie.. Ghostbusters!.. One of my favourites!
We sat in silence, watching until the very end, and the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man was defeated. As the credits rolled, I could hear Linda sing along with the theme song..

"When there's something strange, in the neighbourhood.. Who you gonna call?.. GHOSTBUSTERS!"

I stifled a giggle by turning it into a yawn. Linda looked at me and smiled "Tired sweetie?.." I nodded ".. Ok, why don't you head up to bed!.. Just bang on the door if it's still locked"
I nodded, then headed upstairs.
Our bedroom door WAS still locked, and music was still blasting behind it.
I banged, as Linda suggested, and after a couple minutes of this, the door opened, and Frank shoved the pillow and blanket off my bed, into my arms, then slammed and locked the door again.
Tears crept down my face, and my bottom lip wobbled.
A few minutes trying to calm myself down, later.. I wandered sheepishly back downstairs.
Linda looked up from the book she was reading in her chair. When she saw me, she deserted the book and rushed to my side, taking the bedding from me to dump on the sofa, before holding out her arms toward me.
I hesitated for a moment then allowed her to hug me. She held me for about a minute, then let me go "I'll go talk to him.." She murmured ".. But just in case, why don't you made up the sofa?!"
I nodded and she went upstairs.
I was still in my jeans, but they weren't exactly tight on me, so I figured I could sleep in them if I had to, so I lay out my blankets and pillow, then lay down and wrapped the blankets around my thin body.
I could hear Linda shouting and banging upstairs, but I was already drifting off to sleep.. I don't know whether she got through to him or not.. I just knew that if I had my regular nightmares tonight, Frank would NOT be there to calm me back down.. THAT was for certain...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here..

Aww!.. Poor Gee!

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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