Heaven Help Us pt. two

Gerard sits down in the chair beside me and sighed. Customs was hell, but I guess its necessary to keep the people on the plane safe. It wouldn't have been so bad if the sensor hadn't gone off when I stepped through. I had to be wanded, and patted down, which made me blush like crazy because the guy on duty was really cute, and this young lady was watching the whole thing and I just felt like she was going to ask me what my name was and laugh at me.
Jackie. Jackie is my entire name, well, except for the Iero at the end of it.
I took my dad's name. I shudder at the thought of my dad and my mother leans over and squeezes my shoulders.
He wants me to call him 'dad' now, although I will probably always call him my mother.
"Flight 115 now boarding at gate C." says the bored woman's voice over the loudspeaker. I take my bag and stand, followed by my mother, who puts a piece of gum in his mouth.
As we approach the gate a little girl bumps into me, dropping her coloring books over the linoleum. Her mother scolds her and I help them gather the spilt distractions while her mother apologizes to Gerard.
"Apologize to the boy, Julia."
The little girl stares up at me with large brown eyes. She's so cute it's a wonder everyone who sees her doesn't kiss her on the head.
"Sowwy." she says, still staring at me in wonderment. It dawns on me that she knows what I am, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"It's okay, you didn't hurt me or anything. See?" I hop once and bow and she giggles. Gerard laughs at me as we enter the tunnel.
"Nice dance there, kid."
"Why, thank you sir." I reply, mimicking his stage-voice. He laughs again.
Gerard takes the window seat for take-off, promising me that I can watch us land when we reach Phoenix. I don't really mind having the isle. As long as he's happy I'm happy.
We take off and shortly after the stewardess makes a round of the isles, making sure people have access to assistance. I wait until she's gone before I get up to use the bathroom. Another positive side to the isle seat; you can always get to the bathroom without disturbing whomever is seated beside you. When I return Gerard is dozing with his head resting on his hand, which is pressed against the window. I check out the movie playing on the screen, something to do with basketball team spirit or something that that doesn't interest me at all, so I watch my mother sleep instead.
His eyes are closed, not tightly, the slightest bit of white is visible under the edges of the lid. His brow is relaxed for once, and his palelips are parted by centimeters. This reminds me momentarily ofa picture I have seen on the internet of my mother and father sleeping on a plane, before they were together.
The thought makes me feel sick and I swallow hard. I don't want to think about my father, never again. I'll never see him again, because Gerard killed him.
Frank is dead.
"Hmmm..." Gerard presses his lips together and hums a note softly. Its a wierd note; almost like two tones at once, which I know is impossible, even for Gerard. I watch him and slowly a thought begins to form within my mind. Its not a clear thought, I try to focus on it, but all I can see now is my mother. His chin slips out of his hand and he starts. His head hits the window.
"Ow, dammit." he mumbles, lifting his head but refusing to open his eyes. He drove all night, while I slept in the passenger seat. He prefers driving to flying, but we need to get to Phoenix sooner rather than later.
"You okay?" I ask, hoping that the song doesn't start up in his head as it has in mine. The thoughts that were floating around my head have vanished, but I don't really care. I couldn't understane them anyway.
"I have to pee." he yawns, finally opening his eyes to smile at me. I smile back and get up to let him out. His hip hits my stomach on the way out, which he ignores but I notice, although it's really not a big deal.
After he leaves I take his seat, planning to use the excuse that he isn't even looking out the window anyway, so why should he have the window seat? My stomach still feels as though something is pressing on it, as if he left a permanent mark. I am tempted to lift up my shirt to check it out, but I don't want attract attention to myself.
Permanent marks remind me of Frank and all his tattoos. I feel sick again when Gerard comes back I move the chair-arm and lean against him. He puts his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.
"It's gonna be okay, Jackie." he reassures me. I am feeling more comfortable now, the ill feeling completely gone.
No, it's not going to be okay. But we can cope.