Escalators {Frerard}[COMPLETED]

➳tacenda

My fucking computer broke at such a great time I am suffering.

❝Tacenda- things better left unsaid, matters that are better to be passed over in silence.❞

"I think you'd better go home, Frank."

I was standing in Donna's kitchen, with a positive ensemble of people standing around me. Gerard was standing beside me, even more bewildered by this whole thing than I was. He'd not spoken since we'd arrived at the house, and the journey in the car had passed in silence, with not even the radio breaking the quiet.

Mikey was standing in the doorway again. Every time that I'd been standing in the kitchen like this Mikey had been standing in the doorway, but that was in light-heartedness and amusement. Now, this was practically panic and fear. Everything had descended into the biggest mess I'd ever seen, and that was saying something.

Donna was trembling slightly, her eyes not really fixing on me properly, and he was standing next to her. As though they were his family, and as if his real son was still nonexistent. I felt sick, I didn't want to refer to him as my dad, but he wasn't Gerard's dad either.

There was only one person he was related to in this room, and it was none of the Way's.

"I'm not going anywhere until I've got some answers," I replied sharply. It wasn't that I wanted to take this out on Donna, not at all, but there was a stabbing sense of hurt and betrayal at the fact that she was the spanner in all of this.

"Sweetheart..."

I felt my eyebrows knit of their own accord. "Don't call me that."

Gerard sucked in a breath and looked at me. "Frank, don't."

I was going to simply ignore him, to avoid dragging the relationship I had with Gerard into this family-inflicted mess. I'd got Gerard as a result of a huge family problem, and I was sure as hell not going to lose him because of one, either.

"Gerard, please." This was beyond hard enough as it was, I didn't want him to try and take anyone's side. An argument with my family was one thing- an argument with Gerard was quite another. He looked at me, eyes dark, but didn't press it. With Gerard reluctantly staying quiet, I turned back to Donna.

"I think I deserve some answers." I said again. And I did. Seventeen years of confusion most definitely warranted explanation, and that was without the sudden and overwhelming revelation that 'oh fuck, my boyfriend had the same dad as me.' It made me feel suddenly ill, my stomach seeming to contract in on itself. How had this taken such a turn? How had the whole thing fallen so ungracefully onto its head like this? It didn't make much sense to me, really. It was only last night that the destination of my v-card seemed to be the only thing I had to worry about. That and my psychopathic mother.

Oh god. My mom.

If I had ever learned anything, it was most definitely that my mom did not talk about my dad. Ever. Most of what I knew about him was either deduced from conversations I'd overheard, or completely made up. If I went home, then this would simply be buried all over again. It would break me; I couldn't do that. Honestly- I'd have rather just not found out what I recently had, but that didn't mean that I was going to walk away from it now that I'd unearthed these secrets. I wanted to know why.

Why he'd walked away from our family when I was about four and a half years old.
Why he'd never come back for me, or for Ryan.
Why he had never once tried to get in contact.
And why, for the love of god, why was Gerard calling him dad?

"Frank, listen to me. I know this is hard for you and it's doubtless frustrating, but it's really best if you were to just go home." Donna pressed. I sighed. I liked Donna, I did, but she didn't have a clue. This was hard for me? No. This was impossible. This was frustrating? No. This was close to making my head explode.