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I'm So Sorry...
1 ReviewsIt was a night to remember.
Run. That was the first thought that came to my head. He was walking towards my direction. Gerard was peeking out the door of my room as I ran to it.
“Gerard!” I yelled. He let me into the room then I said, “C’mon, get out through the window with me.”
Then I heard a loud bang come from behind me. Shit! That motherfucker has a gun!
I took Gerard’s hand as we jumped out the window. I could still hear the banging on my door from a distance. We ran to the park near my house and we both sat underneath the oak tree. It was pretty cold because it was January and I read my watch with said 9:24. I think Gerard’s felt me shiver. He took my hands and placed them in between his. He felt just as cold as I did.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I began.
“No. Don’t worry Frankie. This wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes it was. That’s why I never let people come to my house… because of this.” I was holding back my tears because I didn’t want to let Gerard see me crying. Enough tears had been shed for the day.
“If you need to cry, go ahead. I’m here for you.” Gerard said, “I always will be and you know that.”
“We could’ve been killed. Don’t you realize that??!!” After that I burst out into tears. I cried with my head in Gerard’s arms.
Gerard then put his hands on my face and started to soothe me. “Shhh… Stop crying. You’re here aren’t you?” He then started to kiss me. Slowly but passionately… god did it feel nice to be with Gerard. We kept going, and I never wanted to break the kiss. It felt like a spark had been ignited between us and just kept growing bigger and bigger.
We couldn’t go back to my house. It was probably midnight by now and I was too scared to go home. I didn’t want to find my mom’s dead body or see what the house looked like. I didn’t want to see that guy’s face again. Gerard offered that we could crash at his place again but I thought it wouldn’t be comfortable for him because of what happened with his mom. So basically we were homeless for the night. It didn’t feel nice.
“It could be worse right?” I said.
“Spoke too soon…”
It was snowing. DAMNIT. Could this week get any worse? I felt like shit right now and the only thing keeping me going was the love I had for Gerard. I could barely see him in the moonlight. His face looked whiter than normal and I was worried as hell for him.
“You cold Gee?” I asked him.
“I’ll survive… but what about you?” Gerard spoke almost in a whisper.
He took my hands again and then commented that I was freezing. Gerard then told me to sit on his lap. I did so and he wrapped his legs and arms around me. He wasn’t much warmer than I was but hopefully we’d survive through the night. We lay on the snowy grass, our shirts and pants a mess, hair matted to our heads, but since we were together, I was one of the happiest people alive. My face was so close to Gerard’s and I gave him one last kiss on the cheek before falling asleep.
“Gerard!” I yelled. He let me into the room then I said, “C’mon, get out through the window with me.”
Then I heard a loud bang come from behind me. Shit! That motherfucker has a gun!
I took Gerard’s hand as we jumped out the window. I could still hear the banging on my door from a distance. We ran to the park near my house and we both sat underneath the oak tree. It was pretty cold because it was January and I read my watch with said 9:24. I think Gerard’s felt me shiver. He took my hands and placed them in between his. He felt just as cold as I did.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I began.
“No. Don’t worry Frankie. This wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes it was. That’s why I never let people come to my house… because of this.” I was holding back my tears because I didn’t want to let Gerard see me crying. Enough tears had been shed for the day.
“If you need to cry, go ahead. I’m here for you.” Gerard said, “I always will be and you know that.”
“We could’ve been killed. Don’t you realize that??!!” After that I burst out into tears. I cried with my head in Gerard’s arms.
Gerard then put his hands on my face and started to soothe me. “Shhh… Stop crying. You’re here aren’t you?” He then started to kiss me. Slowly but passionately… god did it feel nice to be with Gerard. We kept going, and I never wanted to break the kiss. It felt like a spark had been ignited between us and just kept growing bigger and bigger.
We couldn’t go back to my house. It was probably midnight by now and I was too scared to go home. I didn’t want to find my mom’s dead body or see what the house looked like. I didn’t want to see that guy’s face again. Gerard offered that we could crash at his place again but I thought it wouldn’t be comfortable for him because of what happened with his mom. So basically we were homeless for the night. It didn’t feel nice.
“It could be worse right?” I said.
“Spoke too soon…”
It was snowing. DAMNIT. Could this week get any worse? I felt like shit right now and the only thing keeping me going was the love I had for Gerard. I could barely see him in the moonlight. His face looked whiter than normal and I was worried as hell for him.
“You cold Gee?” I asked him.
“I’ll survive… but what about you?” Gerard spoke almost in a whisper.
He took my hands again and then commented that I was freezing. Gerard then told me to sit on his lap. I did so and he wrapped his legs and arms around me. He wasn’t much warmer than I was but hopefully we’d survive through the night. We lay on the snowy grass, our shirts and pants a mess, hair matted to our heads, but since we were together, I was one of the happiest people alive. My face was so close to Gerard’s and I gave him one last kiss on the cheek before falling asleep.
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