Three Cheers

By the time Gerard and I exhausted our bodies, we both had fallen asleep again. I woke up before him, at the sound of the door bell ringing. I had rolled over and grabbed whatever clothing was on the floor; Gerard's sweats and one of my t-shirts.

I hoped it was just Mikey with the girls. But, as I opened the door, I was sadly mistaken. I damn near broke my teeth snarling at the bitch in front of me.

Eliza smirked; a bandage on her forehead, "I need to see Gerard."

"Too bad, get lost," I swung the door to close, but her foot caught it.

"I want to see Gerard." She snapped, pushing the door open.

"You have 10 seconds to get off my porch before I kick your ass." I spat at her, "Get going!"

Eliza glared at me, and then shoved her way in. I growled under my breath, watching her walk in. I couldn't control my anger and grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pushed her against the wall. She cried out; "Gerard!"

Everything about Eliza made me angry, I couldn't stop myself from bawling my fist and punching her in the face. I was loss in anger, I was beyond livid -really I was; I hit her again. And again, and again until I was stopped by Gerard's arm grabbing mine.

Eliza's cries ripped my ears open, Gerard pulled me away from her, "October!" He hissed at me angrily, "What the hell."

I just stared at him. Blinking, unable to form words to explain the situation. Anger blinded and muted me.

And then, frustration and a tinge of jealousy began to worm in when Gerard had let me go and went over to her. Again, I stared, feeling sick. I got up, and left the front hall and went into my bedroom. I shut the door, locking it and going to the bathroom.

I was so ticked off -pissed actually- I pulled my clothes off and got into the shower. Everything was rushing over me all at once and I wanted to vomit. My head hurt. My hands hurt. My feelings were hurt.

I don't remember when I got into the shower or how long I was in there. All I remember really hearing was Gerard banging on both of the doors and I didn't bother to move. I got out when I noticed my hands were beyond pruney after washing myself. I had wanted to get Gerard off me. I hated him then and there.

I wrapped myself in a towel and began to blow dry my hair. I was literally out of my mind, not knowing what I was doing exactly. What I wanted, from the moment I sunk myself into the shower, was to see my daughters. I didn't want to be with or around Gerard.

That thought hit me like a bus as soon as I got out of the bathroom. He was sitting there, on the bed, watching the bathroom door. He opened his mouth to speak, but I put my hand up, silencing him.

"October--"

"Don't." I muttered, "Leave me alone."

Gerard just stared. I moved to the closet, going in and shutting the door behind me. I began to shuffle through my clothing, grabbing what I wanted before exiting. I went to my dresser, feeling his eyes follow me, trained on my steps. I opened my dresser, grabbing underwear and quickly slipping them on.

"We need to talk." He said quickly.

"No. You made your decision. You go with her, I don't care." I muttered these words as I put in my jeans and then my t-shirt.

"I don't want to go with her." He muttered.

"I don't want to be around you for a long time, Gerard." I told him as I turned to grab my shoes, "It's always back and forth and I'm tired of it. I just want you to leave me alone; I want to go get Busy and Thora and be with them."

Our eyes caught, and this look spread over his face. I was unsure of what it meant. He stood, sighing, "I'll go. Let me put my clothes on."

I shrugged, leaving the bedroom.


Mikey brought the girls home later on that afternoon; he knew Gerard had left, because he gave me this look. It was a sad look; it reminded me of Gerard. He didn't say anything, but hi and bye and left the girls.

"Mama," Thora tugged my hand, "You mad at daddy?"

I frowned at her; she and Busy both stared me down; "Why?" I asked.

"Because," Busy began, "He's at Uncle Mikey's and he looks all sad."

I tried not to roll my eyes, "Me and daddy just got into a little fight."

Thora's lips turned down, frowning back at me, "You makes up!"

I smiled involuntarily, "We will, don't worry."

"You make me make up with Thora when she makes me mad," Busy added, "You make up with daddy."

I licked over my lips, taking their hands, "Follow me."

They both hummed curiously, following me to the couch, where Happy was napping on one end. I sighed, sitting and placing Thora on my lap, "Daddy and I will make up soon, but right now, mama needs him to be away from me."

"Why?" Thora asked.

"Because I want him to be. He upset me."

"Did he say a mean thing?" Busy inquired next.

I rubbed my neck, "No. He just did something that bothered me."

"I no gets it!" Thora exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

I ran my hand through her wavy hair and hugged her, "It's grown up stuff, Baby Bear."

"Grown stuff sucks." Busy grumbled.

"Hey, don't say that word," I told her, "Who taught you that?"

Busy smiled reluctantly, "Uncle Mikey."

"I'm gonna kick Mikey's butt," I wrapped my arm around her, "Until then, he's lucky."

Busy giggled and Thora pressed her head against my chest. The two of them snuggled up against me and we watched cartoons, not bothering about anything else.


Following bedtime, Gerard called my phone; I let Busy answer. He was calling to tell the girls goodnight. Thora had gotten the phone and started to cry about needing a bedtime kiss from him. I could hear him telling her that he'd be home soon and not to cry. If nothing else, Gerard is a great dad.

Busy hung up the phone for Thora and gave it back to me. I took them to their rooms, tucking Thora in first. Busy likes to read her a new book for bedtime. Tonight, she read Green Eggs and Ham. Thora fell asleep before it was over, and Busy kissed her head, "Night, Bear."

I did the same, sweeping my hand over her messy bangs and kissed her forehead. Busy and I left the room, leaving Thora's Spiderman night light on and went to her bedroom. Busy crawled into her bed, Happy hopped onto the end, snoozing as he does.

"Can daddy come home tomorrow?" She asked me as I pulled the covers up to her chin.

I chewed at the inside of my bottom lip, "We'll see."

Busy frowned, "Please? I don't like when Bear cries."

I ran a hand through my hair, "I'll talk to him after I drop you off at school."

Busy smiled; that wide Way grin, "Really?"

"Yes, really, Biz."

Her face suddenly turned completely serious, "Pinkie promise?"

I held my pinkie finger out for her, "Pinkie promise, love."

She took my little finger with hers and smiled, "Goodnight, mama."

"Sweet dreams, Busy Bee."