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I've Lost My Fear of Falling
Make Them Pay for the Things That They Did
I heard some noise from downstairs and a familiar male voice. “Daddy” was home. Sure enough, a tentative knock sounded on my door.
“Come in.” I sighed. What choice did I have?
My father walked in, almost hanging his head. He sat on the end of my bed bashfully, relaxing a bit when I didn’t shoo him away.
“Hey.” he saod quietly, breaking the silence. I could see his ever-charming smile starting to creep onto his face.
“Hello, Gerard.” I returned icily.
“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he sighed.
“Obviously.” I snapped.
“Come on.” he pleaded.
“What? Do you think you can just come how after God knows how long and be like ‘Hey Bandit, how’s school? Got a boyfriend yet?’” I ranted.
“You better not have one.” he warned.
“So what if I do? It’s not like you can stop me very easily, with your busy schedule and all.” I spat back sarcastically.
“Shut up!” was all he could come up with.
“Oh, nice comeback. You really should write that one down.” I jibed.
I saw his face soften, suddenly. His eyes closed for a moment and he sighed. He opened them again.
“Bandit, I’m sorry.” he stated, enunciating each syllable.
“I guess I am too. But it’s hard for me when you’re always away.” I admitted.
“I know. I’m going to make a real effort to come home more often, and call more.” he promised.
“Thanks.” I smiled small. He opened his arms feebly, a weak offering of a hug. I hugged him back and he rested his chin on the top of my head, kissing it gently.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he probed. I giggled and blushed. “I’ll take that as a yes!” he laughed, poking my stomach lightly. “What’s his name?” he asked, still smiling.
“Hudson.” I giggled.
“Where does this punk live and where’s my shotgun?” he asked seriously, but I knew he was joking. I laughed with him.
We sat down for dinner.
“So how was tour, Daddy?” I asked.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for how far my father had come. Lindsey looked at him too, just as interested in his anecdotes of tour as I was.
“It was great, thanks for asking. Less ass-grabbbing this time, thankfully.” he joked.
“Don’t be so crude.” Lindsey scolded, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
“Why? Bandit doesn’t care. Do you?” he asked, food in his mouth.
“Nah.” I laughed.
“You see? She’s probably inherited my Jersey mouth.” he laughed.
“She sure has. Don’t encourage her.” Mom laughed. “But at any rate, I was talking about Madeline Marie.” she scolded.
“Oh yeah. Stay in school and don’t repeat anything I say!” Gerard amended quickly.
“Nice save.” Lindsey laughed.
After dinner, I went upstairs to finish my homework.
—Gerard’s Perspective—
I sighed as I helped Lindsey clean up the table.
“It’s good to have you home.” she remarked, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Yeah.” I replied, aloof.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m just tired.” I sighed again.
“Well no wnder. You’re never home. You never give yourself time to rest.” she told me.
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t wish I could stay home more often?” I snapped.
“Then why don’t you?” she snapped.
“Because I can’t! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Stay home and not live my dream?” I yelled.
“Well you could at least try to give a shit about your family!” she yelled back.
“I do give a shit! I don’t know what else to say to you!” I yelled.
“You need a reality check, Gerard.” she shouted icily, putting emphasis on my name.
“I’m not the only one.” I told her, my voice lowering to a normal volume.
I stomped off and left the house with a slam of the door. I searched my pockets, finding a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I lit one and took a drag to calm my nerves.
“That’s really bad for you, you know.” I heard from behind me. I saw Bandit, idling between where I was standing and the front door.
“Like that ever stopped me.” I chuckled. She smiled weakly.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You heard?” I asked back.
“How could I not? Maddie’s really upset. You know she hates it when you and mom fight.”
“Yeah, I pretty much blew it, didn’t I?” I chuckled without humor, stomping out my cigarette.
“Pretty much. How are you going to make it up to Lindsey?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Bandit. Come here.” I told her. She walked to me. I put my arm around her and she rested her head in my chest. “Whatcha thinkin’ bout, little girl?” I asked softly after a few minutes of silence.
“I just miss you so much.” she choked. I looked down and saw tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry, please.” I pleaded softly, squeezing her tighter in my arms. “I’ll do something to fix this, I promise.” I told her.
“Come in.” I sighed. What choice did I have?
My father walked in, almost hanging his head. He sat on the end of my bed bashfully, relaxing a bit when I didn’t shoo him away.
“Hey.” he saod quietly, breaking the silence. I could see his ever-charming smile starting to creep onto his face.
“Hello, Gerard.” I returned icily.
“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he sighed.
“Obviously.” I snapped.
“Come on.” he pleaded.
“What? Do you think you can just come how after God knows how long and be like ‘Hey Bandit, how’s school? Got a boyfriend yet?’” I ranted.
“You better not have one.” he warned.
“So what if I do? It’s not like you can stop me very easily, with your busy schedule and all.” I spat back sarcastically.
“Shut up!” was all he could come up with.
“Oh, nice comeback. You really should write that one down.” I jibed.
I saw his face soften, suddenly. His eyes closed for a moment and he sighed. He opened them again.
“Bandit, I’m sorry.” he stated, enunciating each syllable.
“I guess I am too. But it’s hard for me when you’re always away.” I admitted.
“I know. I’m going to make a real effort to come home more often, and call more.” he promised.
“Thanks.” I smiled small. He opened his arms feebly, a weak offering of a hug. I hugged him back and he rested his chin on the top of my head, kissing it gently.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he probed. I giggled and blushed. “I’ll take that as a yes!” he laughed, poking my stomach lightly. “What’s his name?” he asked, still smiling.
“Hudson.” I giggled.
“Where does this punk live and where’s my shotgun?” he asked seriously, but I knew he was joking. I laughed with him.
We sat down for dinner.
“So how was tour, Daddy?” I asked.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for how far my father had come. Lindsey looked at him too, just as interested in his anecdotes of tour as I was.
“It was great, thanks for asking. Less ass-grabbbing this time, thankfully.” he joked.
“Don’t be so crude.” Lindsey scolded, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
“Why? Bandit doesn’t care. Do you?” he asked, food in his mouth.
“Nah.” I laughed.
“You see? She’s probably inherited my Jersey mouth.” he laughed.
“She sure has. Don’t encourage her.” Mom laughed. “But at any rate, I was talking about Madeline Marie.” she scolded.
“Oh yeah. Stay in school and don’t repeat anything I say!” Gerard amended quickly.
“Nice save.” Lindsey laughed.
After dinner, I went upstairs to finish my homework.
—Gerard’s Perspective—
I sighed as I helped Lindsey clean up the table.
“It’s good to have you home.” she remarked, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Yeah.” I replied, aloof.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m just tired.” I sighed again.
“Well no wnder. You’re never home. You never give yourself time to rest.” she told me.
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t wish I could stay home more often?” I snapped.
“Then why don’t you?” she snapped.
“Because I can’t! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Stay home and not live my dream?” I yelled.
“Well you could at least try to give a shit about your family!” she yelled back.
“I do give a shit! I don’t know what else to say to you!” I yelled.
“You need a reality check, Gerard.” she shouted icily, putting emphasis on my name.
“I’m not the only one.” I told her, my voice lowering to a normal volume.
I stomped off and left the house with a slam of the door. I searched my pockets, finding a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I lit one and took a drag to calm my nerves.
“That’s really bad for you, you know.” I heard from behind me. I saw Bandit, idling between where I was standing and the front door.
“Like that ever stopped me.” I chuckled. She smiled weakly.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You heard?” I asked back.
“How could I not? Maddie’s really upset. You know she hates it when you and mom fight.”
“Yeah, I pretty much blew it, didn’t I?” I chuckled without humor, stomping out my cigarette.
“Pretty much. How are you going to make it up to Lindsey?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Bandit. Come here.” I told her. She walked to me. I put my arm around her and she rested her head in my chest. “Whatcha thinkin’ bout, little girl?” I asked softly after a few minutes of silence.
“I just miss you so much.” she choked. I looked down and saw tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry, please.” I pleaded softly, squeezing her tighter in my arms. “I’ll do something to fix this, I promise.” I told her.
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