>>>Frank<<< I woke up to find the throbbing in my hips had increased to an awful stabbing pain. I cringe at the pain and began to rub my sides. Then I realised something. I rubbed my hand against my sheets. Wet, why were they wet! I hadn't cried enough to soak my whole bed did I?! I tried to kick the covers off my bed but he hurt my hips so much. I held my breath, stopped kicking and pushed my self into a sitting position. I slid the covers off my bed and looked. My jeans were soaked like the covers, both in a cleat liquid. As another pain lightninged though my lower body , I suddenly realised what had happened- my water had broken. I immediately began to panic, breathing fast and heavily, mumbling in distress. Something had to be wrong! I'm only 7 and half months pregnant- I've gone in to labour a month and a half early. "dad...." i stuttered "Dad! Help!!!" I yelled "Dad help! It hurts!" I heard my dad fall out of bed before stumbling down the hall. he crashed into the room. "Frankie what's wrong?" he puffed "Dad! It's happened! I've gone into fucking labor!" I yelled in pain It wasn't a second wait until my dad started panicking too "I'll call your mum!" and he rushed at the room. I was about to yell a argument, when the pain came back even more painful then before. I cried in pain, wrapping my arms round my stomach. I heard my dad come running back up the stairs. "Your mothers on her way!" he said quickly, running into the room carrying a large bag. He opened my closet and began stuffing my garments in the bag "dad please..." I moaned, tears almost trickling down my cheeks "don't let me go with her..." My dad paused. For a minute he just sat there. I watched him, holding my breath. He sighed and slowly began carrying on packing my stuff. Once he'd finished, he put the strap over his shoulder and walked over to me. "can you walk?" he asked as if it was an order. "I don't know..." I whimpered My dad stuck a hand under my knees And another under my arms. He pulled me off the bed and carried me bridal style down the stairs. He plonked me on the sofa and threw a pair of jeans and a t shirt at me. I looked at him. He wore a unreadable poker face. I found it scary not being able to read him. "dad what's wrong" I asked "nothing. Take deep breaths and relax ok?" he told me "I'll be back in a minute. I've got to make another phone call" he said, and left the room. I read him take the portable home phone off it's hook and go up stairs. I tried to do as he told me. I began to count. Breathing in for 1, breathing out for two. One... Two... One... Two... one... I heard the screeching of tiers outside. Mum was here, mum was here to take me away. I moaned to myself. These babies must hate me! They're probably getting own back on me from sending their daddy away. Everything is happening so fast. My mum, who didn't even bother knocking, burst into the house calling me "mum..." i moaned. She ran in the room and kneeled by me. "oh my sweet baby. It's ok...ok" she said soothingly, holding my hand and rubbing my cheek reassuringly. "shhh... Shhh... It's ok baby" I heard my dad coming stomping down the stairs. "Iero, pick up Frankie and put him in the car" she ordered rudely. "No Linda." said my dad. My mum frowned and stood up. She scowled at my dad and slowly began to walk over to him. "What did you just say to me?" she asked angrily, trying to keep her temper. "I said no, Linda. I'm not going to let you take him away" my dad folded his arms and held a look of confidence on his face "Your not going to let me, his mother, take him away from this crap hole? Well let me tell you something- I will not have you fuck up my son anymore." Mum said sternly.* >>>Gerard<<< "Gerard! wake up!" ordered my mother, Shaking me awake. "what..." I moaned, pulling the covers over my head. "honey there's someone on the phone for you" mum told me, pulling my covers off me. I shivered as the cold hit me fast. "tell them I'll *phone in the morning.." I groaned "it's franks dad!"* I sat up and stared at her wide eyed "what?" "it's franks dad! He says it's urgent!" I thought for a second, before getting out of bed and running up the stairs to the kitchen phone. "Gerard here" "oh thank god Gerard!" whispered Mr Iero in relief "why are you whispering?" I hissed "can't let anyone know that I've made this call. No gee listen to me. Frankie has gone into labor" Breathed The panicking man "and your telling me this why?" I asked cruelly "Gerard... Look you've got to believe me. Frank only said those things because he was angry and hurt! He wanted to hurt you! You are the father and right now Frank needs you!" I begged "maybe I should just not get involved then. Teaches him bloody well for lying" I said harshly. "please Gerard! Frankies mum is going to take them away from me! All the way back to Cherry Hill!" I paused. It felt like I had been shot. I thought Frank would always be living there, but if he's gone... "I'm coming" I said strongly "you-you you are?!"* "yes! Really." I said confidently. We said our goodbyes and I turned to my mum. "Franks gone into labor. His mum going to take him away. The triplets are mine." I said quickly, rushing past her and down to my bedroom to to grab my shoes and leather jacket "we've got to stop her" "right!" I heard my mum yell, before the round of her running to the bathroom. I ran out of my room, clad in my skeleton pyjamas, leather jacket and yellow and black converses, and almost ran straight into Mikey "Gerard what's going on? Are we going out?" "yes Mikey" "why" I sighed and put my hands in his shoulder "it's a long story but let's just say your going to be an uncle" I wore a brave smile "you knocked up a girl?" "no exactly..." "you knocked up Frank iero? Eww Gee! Your not a virgin!" squirmed my 11 year old brother pointing embarrassingly to my crotch. "Yes Mikey I've had sex no hurry up and put your shoes on!" I ordered giving him a slight push "mum!" I yelled as saw my mum trying to pull a brush through her curly locks in the bathroom mirror "we've got to go! Don't worry about your bloody hair!" I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out the bathroom "hurry!" I yelled I jumped up and down as my mother and little brother quickly put on their shows and coats. "come on!"**I urged, rushing out the door "I forget my phone! Oh the keys!" mum panicked, quickly dashing back indoors "MUM!" I moaned with annoyance Seconds later she came running back, quickly locking the door behind her.* We started running down the road heading to Frankies. We must have been a sight! Mum *running along in her see through night dress, frilly black and red bra and blue and black underwear on show to the world, wearing silver pumps and a red large button coat, hastily put on. Mikey running along in his spiderman pyjamas red converses and raincoat. Me in skeleton pyjamas, leather coat and yellow *converses. We must have looked like a bad set of superheroes! It wasn't long before I could see Franks house. And Frank... "Frankie!" I yelled "Gerard!" Frank screamed back in utter delight "Gerard?" Yelled a horrified woman as if my name was dirty. He grabbed Frank and pushed him in the passengers seat or the convertable. "Frank!" *I screamed picking up speed. The woman got on drives seat and turned on the engine. I got to Franks window and tried to open the car. The bitch had locked it. Inside was Frank, banging franticly against the window, screaming my name "Gerard! Oh please Gerard! Help me don't let her gee don't let her take me!" he cried The car started and began to move. I heard Frank scream my name one last time before they drove off. I stared at the car as he went into the distance. Shed taken him. I was too late... Suddenly, I was shook back to my senses by the sound of snapping and falling wood and a mans scream. I turned round to look at Frankies house and saw Mr Iero lying on what was left of his smashed front door, a pick axe in hand. He pulled himself up and straight away saw me. "Gerard! Where's Frank?" he asked shakily standing up, my mother racing over to his aid. "We were too late.." I muttered "she took him.." I bit my lip, refusing to cry. "all of you, get in the car" he ordered confidently, throw the pick axe back into the house "why?" asked my mum "I know where there going. We are going to do what they do in the movies" he said, getting in the driving seat of the car "were gunna chase them" he said before slamming the door. Mum and Mikey rushed in to the back while I jumped into the front passengers seat. This mother fucking chase is on!