Frank P.O.V

I couldn't believe that he had persuaded me to go back to her. He held my hand as we walked up the path, I expected her to be waiting for me at the door already- but she wasn't.
I tapped lightly on the door, despite wanting to smash it down. Footsteps, and she appeared. She looked relieved, she probably expected me to want to come home. That would never happen.

"We need to talk." I said cooly, her hands already going up to her eyes to wipe away stray tears. She nodded, hesitant to let Gerard in. But I insisted that he had to.
She perched on the edge of the couch, eager for me to speak.

"I-we, have decided to move away. Just Gerard and I. I feel like it's the best thing for me." I said confidently, I knew that I could be with Gerard next to me. She wouldn't be able to intimidate me, or manipulate me into wanting to stay with her. After all, she had Daniel- as useless as he was.

"What?" She was on the verge of tears, but I wouldn't let that get to me.

I nodded,"It's what I feel is best for me, mom. I'm happy when I'm with Gerard, more happy than I've ever been. And you know it." I said, more crocodile tears streaming from her watery-blue eyes.

"It's not what's best for you Frankie. It's not, you can't just leave your own mother. You just can't." She threw her arms like a toddler in a tantrum, sniffling.

"Yes, yes it is. You don't get to choose what I do in my life. If you did I wouldn't be with Gerard, I'd be marrying some girl by the time that I turned eighteen. It's not who I am, and I won't allow you to control me anymore." She was wailing louder, it was becoming more and more obnoxious.

"So I won't have any grandchildren?" She exclaimed, wiping her eyes.

"I expect not, no. I don't think children are the right thing for us." I was speaking the truth, seeing as we would have an unquenchable thirst for blood for the rest of forever. Children are adorable, don't get me wrong- but I couldn't quite justify stealing the blood from their innocent, little bodies. That was a no-no.

"Could you not adopt? At least one? You're my only son Frank, it's not fair on me." She whined, managing to grab a hold of herself for just a moment.

"I've just said no mom. I don't want children, Gerard doesn't want any either. You're not understanding where I'm trying to go with this conversation. It's not about you, it's about me. And we've decided to move away because we need the space, away from people." I stood up, signifying that I was done with listening to her whine at me. I didn't want to hear it, and I had more important things to think about. Gerard had remained quiet throughout the whole thing, which was probably a good thing. He walked out behind me, my mother following after us like a lost dog. Gerard turned around, face to face with her.

"You need to listen to what he's saying. You need to let go." He growled, turning back around to be with me. She whimpered, slamming the door shut behind us both. I felt that it had gone mildly successfully; I was ready to leave this place forever.
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Mikey was a little upset to see his brother go, but we implored him to visit us. Gee hugged him for almost an hour, and seeing his reluctance to leave his brother I told him that we could wait. He insisted that we went.

"Knowing him he'll call me every single day." Gerard laughed, closing the car door behind himself. I smiled, adjusting myself in the seat so that I would be comfortable. His hand snaked over to me, grabbing my leg. I flinched, scowling at him.

"What?" He laughed, looking at me with smiling eyes.

"That tickled, and I don't appreciate it."

"That's new. I'm looking forward to exploring that." He winked at me, turning the key in the ignition.

"I'll bite you." I threatened playfully, keeping up the scowl.

"You shouldn't scowl, it doesn't suit you."
I smiled, flashing all of my teeth, including my fangs. Gerard rolled his eyes, slowly driving away from the house. Mikey stood on the front porch, shades over his eyes, waving us off. I knew that I would miss him, even though I didn't know him incredibly well. But from what I did know, he was a genuinely nice person. After all, he had tried to save me from changing- for his brother's sake.

Then we got to my old house. With its rundown exterior, and it's peeling paint. My mother was stood in the window, wailing. Daniel stood behind her, staring at me coldly. I had no idea why he was so cold about me leaving, he couldn't manage to hate me more whilst I was still living there. She was probably even more of an annoyance now that I was gone- poor him.

"How glad are you to be away from them?" Gerard asked, breaking the silence that had formed between us.

"I don't think that I've ever been happier." I admitted, trying to look him directly in the eyes. He turned his head, eyes still smiling. He leaned over, planting a kiss on my lips. I was finally at peace. I finally had somebody that truly loved me.
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Song Of The Chapter- Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

A.N
So! All "good" things must come to an end, and I hope that this last chapter isn't stupid, or doesn't sound rushed. I tried my best to make sure that it differs from the alternate one. (: I also hope that you've actually enjoyed reading this story, because I've actually quite enjoyed writing it! Lemme know what you think, and don't forget to vote.