Party Poison

Gerard's POV-

I woke up with a killer headache, the. I remembered everything that happened yesterday and last night...
I drank away the pain

I relapsed

I probably hurt Mikey

Frank forgot me

I sniffed, but decided I wouldn't get up, and just stay in my bed all day.
I checked my phone, and the time read 10:30 pm... So much for staying in bed all day... More like all night.
The only problem is I need to get pain killers for my migraine...
I sighed, giving in.
I pulled myself, unwillingly out of bed.
I slowly trudged to the kitchen to find the medication cabinet.
I opened it, deciding how many I should take, until I just thought stuff it and brought the whole jar container with me.
I took out a glass, pouring some water into it and brought it all back to my room.
I shut my door, and took 3 tablets.
The thing I didn't know was that I wanted them to take, not only the physical pain but the emotional pain as well, and that obviously wouldn't happen... The only thing I could do was sleep, and forget about my problems for a while.
After taking the pills, I buried myself underneath my blanket, and willed myself to go back to sleep.

*an hour later, 11*

"Gerard...?"
I heard Mikey's voice, but I didn't move.
"Gerard, I know you're upset... But I have good news..."
I lifted my head out of the blanket to face him, "Mikey, there is nothing that could possibly make me feel be-"
I cut myself off, seeing Frank standing next to Mikey, smiling.
"Gee, I remember you..." He kind of blushed and looked to the floor after her said that.
Mikey just smirked at me and left the room, leaving us alone.

"Do you really remember me...?" I asked, unsure of myself.
He nodded, "how, when?" I asked.
"Last night... I-I was crying, in the middle of the night, and Mikey found me, and I remembered everything,... The things my dad would do to me... Running away... Finding you...." He smiled then "and it was all too much to remember all at once, Gee I don't know what to do... All I can say is sorry..." He looked down in shame, when he was finished.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt pierce through me.

He's sorry.... He did nothing wrong!

I'm the one who should be sorry.

It's my fault for everything!

"Gee, talk to me, what're thinking...?" Frank asked.
"I- it's just, it's my fault... All of this..."
"And why would you say that, hmm?"
"b-because... If I had just- if I had just stayed with you at the bar, you wouldn't get hurt, you wouldn't of lost your memory, and I wouldn't of-..."
I stopped there, realising what I was about to spit out...
"You wouldn't of what? Gee, you can tell me, it's ok..." Frank assured.
But I was convinced he was going to hate me, but I decided to tell him anyway, take a chance for once.
"I wouldn't of....I wouldn't of got drunk last night, and relapsed...." I finally admitted, tears forming in my eyes.
Frank came over to me, and sat next to me on my bed, wrapping his arms around me.
"Oh Gerard,... You shouldn't of done that... But it's ok because I'm here to not let you fall, and I won't forget you ever again...." Frank comforted me.
"And why should I believe you?" I said, slightly more stern than I had meant.
"B-because Gee... I-I love you"
I was shocked, how could he love me!
"I love you too, Frank"
I could feel him smile against my shoulder.
I leant back and kissed him, softly and he happily returned.
"Okay Frankie, I'm going to sleep now, do you wanna stay with me?"
He shook his head, meaning no even though I could tell he wanted to, I guess he didn't want to seem 'too clingy' even though I didn't mind it... In fact I liked it.
I let him go, anyways and tried to fall asleep again. My hangover was much better, so I felt pretty good now my life has come to place.

*time lapse*

I heard a piercing loud scream, coming from the living room, so I quickly got out of bed and ran.
I knew it was my poor Frankie having a bad dream, probably about his bastard of a dad... I'm still going to ha e to sort out him.
I approached him and shook him gently.
"Frank, Frank shh it's ok, wake up."
He started hyperventilating, at least the shrieks have stopped though.
"Shhh, deep breaths, copy me" I took a deep breath in and a few seconds later back out again and he tried to copy me.
"Gee I feel his hands on me, make it go away...." He cried.
I felt so bad, "he's not here, darling it's me."

I carefully scooped him up in my arms, and carried him back to my room, settling him next to me.
I spooned him, and kissed his shoulder, but he started panicking again.
"Frankie, what do you want me to do? I don't know."
"I keep thinking he's here, and your hands are his hands" he replied, his voice laced with fear.
"Darling, turn over and face me, see its me and not him."
Frank turned over, and looked at me, relief washing over his face, seeing it's me and not his father.
"I-I'm sorry Gee..." I whispered.
"Hey, don't be sorry, it's not your fault. Come here baby"

He squirmed over, and buried himself into me, and I cuddled him, as if pushing him as close as humanely possible.
Finally after his unleaded breathing calmed down, he was asleep and I decided to fall asleep as well.

Notes

So cute :3 I gave myself feels