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I don’t think I have ever cried as much as I did at Mikey’s funeral. Gerard cried too, but I think they were tears of joy. Their mother refused to let me go home, and made sure I stayed with them. She knew I was in love with Gerard. She knew I couldn’t stand to be alone. In all honesty she was more of a mother to me than my biological one. I loved Mrs. Way, and soon we became really close. She would take me shopping for new clothing, fed me well everyday, and gave me a bed to sleep in every night. My real mom couldn’t do that.
But it didn’t last. Gerard once again started to get jealous that I was spending more time with his mom than I was with him. He started abusing drugs worse than he ever had before, and got himself into debt. I remember coming back to the house and seeing the whole inside destroyed. Fear struck me.
“Mom?” I called out for Mrs. Way knowing she had to have been home when it happened. It wasn’t long before I found her lying on the living room floor with Mr. Way. They were shot in the head with no hope of survival. I ran to Gerard’s room. Half angry that he did it, and have worried that he was dead too. He was sitting on his bed gasping for air. He held his chest tightly as blood dribbled from between his fingers.
“Gerard?” I whispered cautiously stepping towards him.
“Baby,” he breathed out, “c-call 9-1-1.” I ran to the nearest phone and did as he said. It took a while before the guy on the other end could understand what I was saying but he finally got it.
Around a half an hour later the police showed up. Gerard was taken to the nearest hospital as I was questioned.
“I just came back from school, a-and I found them.” I choked out before sobbing into the officer’s arms. I had never been through so much emotional pain before.
Gerard was release from the hospital in time for his parents’ funeral. The caught the guys that killed them. Luckily they’re in jail for good.
“We need to get away.” Gerard whispered to me after the funeral.
“What? Why?” I asked somewhat shocked and upset.
“Because there’s gonna be more guys after me and I don’t want them to kill you. I love you, Frankie.”
I nodded, because I knew there was nothing we could do about it. We went back to his place to pack what we had left.
“Frankie, come here for a second.”
“Yes, Gerard?” I walked over to him with my bag packed already. There on the top of his speaker were three lines of cocaine. I had never done drugs before; that was always Gerard’s territory. He handed me a straw and snuffed up two of the lines leaving the third for me.
“Gerard, I don’t know about this.”
“It’s okay, baby. It’s only a little bit, and I’ll keep an eye on you.” He smiled as I bend down and copied what he did.
I’ve never felt this kind of reaction in my head before.
We drove and we drove for hours in one day alone. Head full of cocaine and heart full of love. We stopped once to have sex, and it was amazing.