Gerard froze in his spot on the floor.

"What?" He more spoke than asked, practically downing half the bottle before I'd had a chance to respond.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated. "One month."

Gerard was lost for words.

A few moments had passed before he got up, taking the bottle in his hand with him, looked at me and then threw the bottle at the wall behind me, making me flinch as it smashed.

I didn't take my eyes off him, mainly because if he moved and I wasn't looking, anything could happen.

I'd never seen this side of Gerard.

And I didn't like it.

"You had better not be making this up right now Scarlett Simms. If I find out that you are in fact lying, I will make sure you regret it."

"Who the fuck lies about a pregnancy? I may have a few problems Gerard but compulsive lying is most certainly not one of them." I growled. "If you doubt me, ask Mikey. He was there when I took the test. He saw it with his own eyes."

"Mikey knows about this?" Gerard raised his voice, almost falling over due to the exsessive amounts of alcohol in his system that had finally hit him.

"Well I rathered him there than you, so..." I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders.

A long pause took place where no one knew what to say or when to say it.

"So what now?" Gerard asked.

I simply shrugged.

"Are you going to have an abortion?"

My gaze shot up at him.

His words, whether it was just a question or not, hurt me.

"Of course I'm not!" I raised my voice.

"Why not? We're not together anymore and I'm in no fit state to be a dad, anyway." He shrugged.

All I could do was stare at him.

I didn't know what else to do.

"Just because we're not together doesn't mean i'm going to kill my baby." I growled.

"Why not? Do you really think you could handle it on your own?" Gerard asked. "You're seventeen for fuck's sake."

"So? I'm as fit to be a mother as anyone else." I retorted.

"And the other kids? They're going to ask questions. Talk even. 'Who's the dad, Scarlett? Do you even know?'"

"It's none of their business, Gerard! They can think whatever the fuck they like. I don't care!" I argued.

He sighed and rubbed his temples, falling to the floor.

"Fine."