Gerard Way Is My Dad?

"Oh My God," I said, looking at the TV. They were showing a tape of me and Frank at the mall from the day before. I looked horrible, like trash. You could even hear me say "oh shit," in the background. Frank came into the room, hearing my voice.

"What?" He asked, turning towards the screen. "Don't worry about that shit, Helena."

"That 'shit' is my reputation, Frank." They replayed the tape on the screen. "Do you even realize how trashy I sound? I look drunk."

"You do not look drunk. Even if you did, you weren't. Don't worry so much." Frank sat down next to me, swooping up Ryanne from the floor. "We love you."

"I love you too, but I don't want everyone to get pissed you or Gerard again because of me." I sighed, confessing how mad at myself I was.

"No one is mad at me or Gerard. Or you. And who cares if they are? It's fine."

"Don't you get it, Frank? The whole fucking world things I'm a bitch!" I got up and started to leave but was pulled back by Frank 's hand.

"No one thinks you are a bitch, Helena!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, well I feel like one."