What If?

Chapter 8

Dylan's POV

"Where the hell did you go?!?" My mother was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. "I-uh-I went to my friend's house." I stumbled over my words. "Did I give you permission to go anywhere?!?" She yelled again. "N-no ma'am." I mumbled. "I can't believe you would disobey me like that. You worthless piece of shit. Get the hell out of bed and clean this fucking house!" She stormed out and slammed my door. Well, at least she isn't drunk, or at least it looked like she wasn't. She'd always get pissed if I left anywhere. Especially if I didn't clean up her shit first.

I pull myself out of bed and I slowly got ready for the day. It was already noon, so I had to get up and do something. Throughout my entire daily routine I thought about what happened yesterday. The concert and everything prior to it. It was magical. I also wondered what would happen if Gerard came home and saw how my mom treated me. He'd probably take me away and make sure I was safe. I should probably talk to him about it. It may help. Come as you are, as you were, my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. "Hello?" I didn't bother checking the caller ID, so I had no idea who it was. "Hey Dylan, it's Gerard." Well, that's funny. "Hey! What's up Gee?" I had no idea why he was calling. "Well, I am still in town and I would like to come talk to your mother for a little bit. Maybe take you out to lunch so we can catch up." He sounded hopeful. I didn't expect that at all. "Uh. Okay. Sure, but my mom's probably out getting drunk." I looked down at my toes, suddenly embarrassed by the monster I call my mother. "What do you mean? Does she do that?" I've revealed too much. Shit. "Uh-Uh nah. Nevermind. I'll ask her." I try to cover it up. "No. I will not 'never mind' what do you mean, 'she's getting drunk'?" Great. Now I'm going to have to explain. "It's nothing really. She just likes to go out and party a lot and she normally just gets shit faced and comes home." I explain. "Dylan, that isn't 'nothing'. If she does that then she is an unfit mother. " I agreed silently. "I know. But what else is there to do? I can't just tell her that she isn't a fit mother and just leave? That's not how it works." I was at a complete loss. I don't know what to do? I should let them settle this themselves. I guess I've made my decision. "Hey, Gee? I'd like you to come talk to my mom." I said, after a long moment of silence. "Good." Was his response.

~hour later~

Knock knock knock

It was him. I knew it for a fact. I can't believe this is happening. I quickly run downstairs and open the door. I didn't think my mom was gonna get it anyway. She was in her room, sleeping I guess. "Hey!" I said, after I opened the door. "Hi." He wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a hug. "How've you been?" He asked once he let go. "I've been fine. Just holed up here, cleaning and sleeping." I replied. "Well. Hopefully you won't have to do that for much longer." He mumbled, looking around the living room. "Well, I would like to talk to her now, so if you could please.." He trailed off, looking at his feet awkwardly. I don't think he was ready for this either, but it's gotta be done. "One second." I ran upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door lightly. "Yeah?" She mumbled. "It's Dylan, there's someone here who wants to speak to you." I spoke through the door. "Okay. Gimme a minute." She replied. I then turned around and walked back into the living room where I found Gerard sitting on the couch. I sat down next to him and started playing with my fingers. About 3 minutes later, I hear my mom coming down the stairs.

The look on her face when she saw Gerard was crazy.

"Gerard?" She whispered, almost as if she couldn't believe he was there."Angela." He stated. Well then... "How've you been?" Seeing my mother look so astounded was weird. I've never seen her act this way. "I've been good. The band's fine and so is Lynz and Bandit back at home." he replied. "Oh. Yeah. Your wife. I remember. But what are you doing here?" She was acting so calm. It was scary. "I wanted to talk to you about Dylan." They both looked over in my direction. "What?" Was my brilliant response. "Anyway, Dylan's been talking to me about what's been going on at home, and I really don't think that that is a suitable way to treat a teenager." There was so much tension between the two of them, it was insane. "Why does how I treat my daughter matter to you?" She snapped. Oh shit. "Because she's my daughter too." He almost looked angry. I'm surprised that he's kept his cool for so long. "No. She isn't. You didn't raise her, you weren't there. She isn't your daughter." Oh hell no. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare turn this on me. You were the one that packed all of your shit and left. I wanted to be there, but you were the one who decided to leave. So don't you dare turn this back on me." Okay. This is gonna be one hell of an argument. I don't think I wanna stick around for it either. "Well, I'm gonna go up to my room. I've got homework to do." I said quietly. Standing up, I looked between the both of them. I then walked toward the stairs and up to my room.

I have no clue how this was going to end, but I know that it isn't gonna be pretty.

A/N: Hey! I'm sooo sorry for the slow updates and shitty chapters. I haven't really had any inspiration so it was pretty tough to write. Thank you though, for all of the reads and votes! Love you all so much!
~Morgan