Three Cheers

As soon as we parked in the parking garage, Gerard told Frank to go ahead of them with Busy. I frowned, crossed my arms and stood away from him. Gerard grabbed my arm, tugging my arms away from my chest, "What the hell is going on?" He asked me with desperate eyes.

"Nothing." I lied, "Nothing at all."

"Bullshit, October!" His voice echoed in the parking garage, "What's going on? Tell me right now or I swear, I'll take you to the hospital."

I glared at him, "Fuck you Gerard." I turned and started off, but he grabbed me roughly.

Gerard spun me around, his hands grabbed my arms, "I'm not going to stop until you fucking answer me. Tell me what's wrong!"

I felt tears. Fuck I hate crying.

"I want you to leave me the fuck alone! That's what's wrong! Leave me alone!" I ripped away from him.

I was surprised he didn't run after me as I made my way to the theater. He came after, though, after I bought my ticket and went inside. Frank was in a photobooth with Busy, and she spotted me, "Mama!"

"Did you take a picture?" I asked.

She nodded, "Uncle Frankie, show mama!"

Frank handed me the film strip; four pictures of them. Busy was grinning in all of them, Frank was making faces. I smiled at them, feeling my anger disperse, "These are cute."

"I'll give Busy half." Frank said softly, noticing the look I had on my face.

I had some hostility still there. I sighed softly, handing it back to Frank. Gerard appeared a moment later, "Ready?" He asked Busy.

"Yes!" She cried happily; this was gonna be the first time she went to see a new movie in a theater.

I had taken her to see Ghostbusters for her birthday in December. It was the first time she went to a theater. Needless to say, Busy loves movie theaters.

Frank bought popcorn and candy for them and I got the soda. Gerard seemed to avoid me, I was relieved, but a part of me was angry about it. I felt a different range of emotions, it was hard to keep up. I didn't have one single, positive emotion that was displayed in my body. My head began to hurt.

As we sat in the theater, I tried to lose myself in the cartoons, but it wasn't working. I felt this vibe radiating off Gerard; he was sadden and angry. It was all my fault, it hit me like a ton of bricks and I began to cry.

I was on the verge of verbally sobbing like a unruly child. I pressed my palms to my face and got up; I left the theater and went into the bathroom; hiding in the stall and crying. I tried not to sob to loudly, I buried myself into my lap and cried.

I don't know how long I was in there, but it was a long time. I sat there, near sleep with my tears drained from my body, when I heard Busy, "Mama? Mama, youse in here? Daddy sent me here. Mama?"

I got up and opened the stall; Busy smiled when she saw me and rushed over, but her smile slipped when she saw my face, "Mama, why is youse cryin'?"

I sighed, "Because I'm sad. I'm sad and I'm crazy."

Busy wrapped her arms around my neck, "I makes it better."

If it were possible, I conjured up more tears at her little words. I hugged her tight and kissed her head, "I love you, Busy."

She hummed, "I loves you too, Mama."

I kissed her head repeatedly, until I carried her out the bathroom. I saw Gerard waiting for us, Frank was playing a claw machine, yelping happily. I let Busy down as soon as she heard Frank cheering. I couldn't look at Gerard. I felt sick about it.

"Look what Frankie win me!" Busy held a big, green teddy beat up to me, "Lookie, Mama!"

I smiled at her, "I see it, it's pretty. Did you tell Frank thank you?"

She nodded, then turned to Frank, "Thank yous, Uncle Frankie."

Frank picked her up, "You're welcome, little B."

"Are you guys ready to go?" Gerard asked, obviously not speaking to me.

Frank gave him a funny look, but nodded anyway, "Yeah, man, we're ready. Ain't we, B?"

Busy hummed, "Yep!"

Gerard led the way out, "Cool, let's go."

I followed behind them all, my feelings sinking deeper towards sadness. It was tiring, it made my body ache. 

Once I was inside the car, I put my head against the seat rest and shut my eyes. My head was slowly beginning to pound and I just wanted to shut everything off. I fell asleep just as Gerard pulled out of the parking garage.


Gerard shook me when we got him, but he didn't say anything. I got out the car, rubbing my eyes and stretching. I could see that Gerard was going to be giving me the cold shoulder, and this surprisingly upset me.

Frank let Busy down inside the house and together they went I play with Happy. I went into my bedroom and laid down; my head was beginning to hurt. I tossed my head against the pillows, rubbed my temples and groaned a loud.

I heard Gerard come in just as I decided to kick my shoes off. I opened my eyes and watched him. He went to the closet and grabbed his suitcase, sending my heart racing.

"Gee, what're you doing?" He ignored me as he began to open it and then heard to the dresser drawer with his clothes in it. "Gerard, what are you doing?" I asked evenly, "Answer me."

He continued to ignore me; he stuff his clothes into the bag. I got up and pulled his suitcase away, "Answer me, goddammit!"

He glared at me, his eyes burning holes into my own, "I'm doing what you told me to do, October." He growled.

"I never said to leave!" I exclaimed.

"Then what am I suppose to take it as, October?" He snapped back at me, "You said to leave you alone, do I'm gonna leave you alone. You never fucking tell me what's wrong, so I give up! I quit!"

I stated at him as he yanked his suitcase back and went back to the dresser with it; "Gerard, don't leave." I pleaded softly.

"I'm going to. I need to. You should fix whatever the hell is wrong with you." He spat.

Again, I somehow manage to stir up tears. I sat back on my heels and watched as he packed his things. "Don't hate me. Don't leave."

"You told me to leave you alone. That's what I'm doing." He zipped up his suitcase and headed towards the bedroom door.

"Gerard, please? Don't go." I let the tears fall.

He shook his head and walked out the door.