A/N 

alright I promised this so here it is

it might be a little short I'm not used to his POV

Gerard's POV

"I'm sorry, Frank," I said with a little more confidence.

"Get out," He said sternly, but I can see how close to breaking he is. I gave him a confused look, he's never told me to leave.

"W-what?" My voice cracks.

"I SAID GET OUT GERARD. GET THE FUCK OUT. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN," He started sobbing as he said those words. I start sobbing too, I freeze not knowing how to move my limbs anymore.

"GERARD. GET OUT NOW,"  He said using his Alpha voice on me. Forcing me to do as he says.

I get up and trip over my feet several times before stopping to look back at him. "Where do I go?" I whisper, more tears threatening to fall.

"I don't give a fuck. Just get out of my house," He says as he closed his eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks. I nod and turn to go. I walk down the quiet halls, all is silent except for my rhythmic sobs. I walk down the wide stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life because I can't see anything due to the tears blocking my vision, and my legs feel like they're going to give way under me.

Patrick greets me at the bottom of the stairs with a hug, which I accept, but hesitantly. I wrap my arms around the other sobbing body. We stay like that for a minute before I decided that I'd rather leave now than be caught still here by Frank. I let go and kiss his cheek.

"I love you, Patrick," I hug him again.

"I love you too Gee," He hugs back.

I let go and turn to get my shoes and jacket. I pull on my black Converse and fold my green jacket over my arm. I grab my keys off the rack, looking at one of Frank's keys hanging on the rack, looking innocent as ever. I start my car and open the garage doors. 

I pull out and see Frank's red 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 sitting motionless in the driveway. I always loved that car. It was his first car, his dad gave it to him when he turned sixteen. We went on our first date in that car, had our first kiss in that car, drove off to our honeymoon in that car. So many memories that are now making my head hurt.

I continue to back out of the driveway, looking up at our- Frank's bedroom window, only to see sharp hazel eyes staring back at me. I quickly tear my gaze away and focus on not getting in a crash.

 As I drive I think about everything I've done, tonight, yesterday, a month ago, a year ago. Every small and large thing I've done that Frank didn't like or got mad at me for. I realize what a loser I am, I wanted independence from my soul mate, Alpha, husband, all to prove I wasn't weak. Just to prove to him I am. And now I'm paying for my actions.

I didn't even know where I was driving to until I pulled into Lindsey and Jamia's small driveway. I tried to wipe the tears off of my face, but only thinking of why they were there and crying more. I sniffled and grabbed a tissue out of my glove box, bringing it up to my nose and blowing. I set it in the cup holder, not really caring at the moment, just wanting to hug someone. 

Wanting to hug Frank. Wanting to snuggle up against his chest and hear him say everything going to be alright.

When in reality, I know it's not.

I walk up the front stairs to their door and knock twice on the hard door. It swings open and I'm met face to face with Lindsey. Her expression turns from happy to concerned in a matter of seconds.

"Gerard? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Wheres Frank?" The mention of Frank has me crying harder.

"I-I messed up, L-lindsey," I choke out. She pulls her arm around my shoulder and brings me inside. I turn the side hug thing into a full-on hug with me sobbing into her shoulder.

"Oh, baby," She coos while rubbing my back. "do you want to talk about it?" She whispers after about three minutes of me ruining her shirt.

"M-maybe later," I whisper still choking on my tears. Jamia walks downstairs with little James in her arms.

"Lindsey, who's her-" She cuts herself off and puts James on the carpeted floor, coming over to join the hug. "C'mon let's go sit on the couch," She leads me over to their soft couch, sitting me down. I bring my knees up to my chest and cry into them. Jamia is now the one rubbing my back.

"Wanna talk about it?" I nod, thinking I can do this now.

It takes me about an hour to get through the whole story, because of crying so hard every time I brought up Frank. Which was a lot. I start at the Tour Bus and end right here. They look at each other for a minute then look back at me.

"Well, you're living here now Gee," Lindsey smiles at me. I gape at her, my jaw staying open for a solid minute.

"Lindsey, I-I couldn't," I start before she cuts me off.

"Where else are you going to go? Besides, we love having you around," She looks at Jamia who is nodding her head. "you can stay as long as it takes you and Frank to figure this out. He can't stay mad at you forever. I think I would rather kill myself than live without Jam," She looks over at Jamia who is smiling at her.

I smile at them, thinking they're cute. But I'm also sad because I don't know how long till I can look at Frank again. Or how long it'll take him to look at me like that, much less look at me at all. 

"You guys are cute," I smile at them.

"Thanks, Ge-" I cut her off.

"Hold that thought," I rush to the bathroom as I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. Jesus, I better not be pregnant.

Oh my God. What if I am. What if it's Petes? Frank will hate me more than he already does.

"Gee? You okay?" Lindsey asks in the doorway. "Oh my God. Are you pregnant?" She says with a hand over her mouth.

"I don't know," I start to cry again, working myself up. I throw up again.

"Jam?" Lindsey yells.

"Yea babe?" Jamia yells back.

"Can you go upstairs and get a pregnancy test please?" 

Jamia comes over to her looking concerned but nods her head as she turns to go upstairs.

"It's going to be okay Gerard," She reassures me as she rubs my back, soothing me a bit.

"W-what if I am though," I start shaking. "what if it's Petes?" I start sobbing, only causing more fluids to come up my throat.

"Then," She pauses for a second thinking. "I honestly don't know Gerard." Her answer disappoints me. I've always come to Lindsey for advice.

"Here babe," Jamia says as she hands her a pink stick. Lindsey takes it and hands it to me.

"T-thanks," I stutter. She nods as she walks out, shutting the door behind her. I pull the small stick out of the plastic wrapping, staring at it for a minute. Almost willing it to be negative.

After I'm done, I set it on the counter and set a timer on my phone. I hear quiet voices outside the door, but not knowing what they are saying. I get up and open the door.

"You guys can come in," They look very concerned, probably staring at the tear stains on my cheeks. They get off the couch and come to stand in the doorway.

After about a minute, the timer blares. I start to sniffle and cry again. I need to pull myself together. I reach up and grab it, covering the tiny screen with my palm.

I let my palm go and look at the two tiny lines on the screen. I start sobbing again. I can't be pregnant. I can't.

"Oh my God Gee," Lindsey says with a hand over her mouth.  "we'll figure this out, Gee. It'll be okay."

"Yea, when the baby is a bit bigger we can get a DNA test," Jamia sighs.

"Y-yea, but w-what if it is P-petes?" I cry, stuttering over almost every word.

"Then you have to talk to Pete, Patrick, and Frank about that," Jamia says calmly.

"Yea, okay," I sniffle. "can I call Patrick?" I hope I can, I just need to talk to someone else right now.

"Yea sure, I'll go get your phone," Lindsey says as she walks into the living room to retrieve the small object.

She walks back into the bathroom to give me my phone. "Thanks," I say not looking at her. She hums in response as she and Jamia walk away.

I turn on my phone to find a picture of me and Frank when we were younger. The quality of the picture was crap, but the smiles were real. I unlock it and go to the phone app. I pick out Patrick's number and call it.

"Hello?"

"Patrick? It's Gerard," I respond

"Oh my God! Are you okay? Where are you?" His questions come at a very fast speed.

"I'm okay. I'm going to be living with Lindsey and Jamia for as long as I need. And um, Patrick?"

"Yea Gee?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Holy shit. Wait, d-do you think it could b-be Petes?" His voice gets shaky.

"I don't know. But I'm praying to whatever God is up there that it's not."

"I mean, what do we do if it is?" He asks.

"I honestly don't know. Jamia said they can take me to the doctors when the baby gets bigger to get a DNA test. You could probably come if you want," I told him, a subtle invitation.

"Yea let me know when you do end up going," He sighed.

"I will. I'm sorry. About everything Patrick, really," A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Well, I'm not the one kicked out of the house by my mate. It's okay Gerard, I forgive you."

I suppress a mental breakdown with those words. "Thank you, Patrick," I whisper.

I hear yelling in the background, I can't really hear what the voice is saying until they get closer.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" It's Frank. I take a shaky breath.

"Uh, nobody," Patrick tries, not wanting to give me away.

"Give me that," I can hear the phone crack on the side like it's being passed along. "Gerard?" He breathes.

"I-I uh, Fra-" He cuts me off.

"Save your breath, I don't want to hear it. And I don't want you talking to anyone in this house ever again. Am I clear?" His voice becomes cold and stern.

"Y-yes," I whisper.

"Good," Then he hangs up and the line goes flat.

I start crying harder than I have since I left the house. Jamia comes in and picks me up. She carries me over to the couch and puts me down in Lindsey's lap. Lindsey starts to stroke my hair softly.

After ten minutes of hard crying, I finally calm down.

 After a while, I fall asleep in Lindsey's strong arms, dreaming about Frank.

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A/N

so this one wasn't as emotionally scarring-  still kinda sad but not nearly as bad as the last chapter.

anyway- thoughts? predictions?

i think this chapter is good just not as good as the other ones and its a bit shorter, just a little over 2000 words

also reading @NelePotterhead @dumb_bi and @yalltrippin comments was the best part of my day on saturday

but yea that's bout it I might post another chapter tonight but don't get your hopes up

love you guys

-ghoul