Not So Bulletproof Hearts

Franks POV

Ray tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile as we walked through what must be Gerard’s front door. “Things will work out, Frank, and with me, Mikey, Gerard… and Kat, we’ll make you feel as comfortable as possible until you get your memory back.” I sighed deeply and smiled back, it was a forced smile, my world was too clouded over for me to be genuinely happy right now.

“Gerard! Quit it! Seriously! Get off me!” I could hear an unknown voice echoed through the house. We walked down some stairs into a basement; there was an old couch and a coffee table at one side of the room. There were two guys fighting on the couch, one was Gerard but I wasn’t too sure who the other one was.

“Oh, c’mon Mikey, I’m just teasing you.” The other guy pushed Gerard on the floor and sat up to adjust his glasses. Oh yeah! That’s Mikey, Gerard’s younger brother, we go to school together. Now I remember. Gerard laid on the floor and propped himself up with his fore arms. “Oh hi… I didn’t see you two there.” Ray walked towards the table and took a swig of an opened can of beer. “That’s okay, I found Frank sat on the street screaming so I brought him here.” Gee tilted his head with a confused expression and looked at me. “I remembered Shiloh…” I said, biting my lip ring as I walked over to them.

“Oh… so do you remember Kat?” I sat on the couch next to Mikey and closed my eyes. Again, I went through every possible memory but Kat wasn’t there. I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke. “No Gee, I can’t. Maybe if I talk to her I might be able to. Where can I find her?”
“Yeah, that seems like a good idea. I’ll drive you over to her house on Saturday when she doesn’t have school.” Some of my worries were lifted by Gee’s offer but it was still dragging me down that she was the only one I couldn’t remember. “Don’t worry, man” said Gee, rising from the floor and downing the rest of the can of the can of beer.

Kats POV

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. My eyes red and blood shot from crying. My parents had decided to stay and keep my grandfather company, leaving me to grieve alone. After all we had been through how could Frank not remember me? I rolled over and looked over the edge of my bed, there; in a pile on the floor was Frank’s leather jacket. I picked it up and held it up to my face, it still smelled of stale cigarettes and Linx.

That’s when my eyes began to well up again, brought my knees up to by body and cried mercilessly into his jacket. After several moments of self-destruction my phone buzzed in my pocket, I wiped my eyes on my sleeve as pulled it out of my jeans. A message from Gerard flashed on the screen.

*Ray found Frank crying on the street earlier. He remembered Shiloh. Frank still doesn’t seem to remember you so I think it would do him good to see you. I’ll drive him over on Saturday. I hope you’re okay. xx*

I flopped my head on my pillow with a sigh of relief. Oh thank god he hadn’t believed Shiloh for too long. I couldn’t imagine him being with her, not for a second. Shiloh, that lying, nasty bitch. If I was brave enough I would have slapped her in the hospital. I sent a quick reply to Gerard.

*That’s good. I hope he’s doing okay. I’ll see you both Saturday… send Frank my love.*

I was hesitant to write the last part, I loved him so much but from Frank’s point of view it must be pretty weird for a stranger to admit they loved him. I decided to drag my weary self out of bed and down stairs to the kitchen. I paused before I closed my bedroom door, deciding to scoot back inside and put on Frank’s jacket.

Franks POV

A few days passed rather quickly, I spent them just hanging around Gerard’s house, watching television, smoking and practicing my guitar. That’s something I’m glad I didn’t forget, how to play the guitar. Friday morning there was a knock at the door, Gerard wasn’t up yet because it wasn’t mid-day or later. So I dragged myself off the couch to answer the door.

“Are you Mr. Iero jr?” I rubbed my eyes and tilted my head at the man standing in the door way, stinking of engine oil. “Yes, I am.” I looked down at his clipboard, studying it in great detail. “Your farther requested that drop your car off at this address when its repaired. It’s all been paid for already.” He tossed my keys at me and I watched as a tow truck parked my car in front of the house. “Thanks a lot.” I smiled and watched the man and his colleague drive off.

I went to close the door but then an idea popped into my head, I wonder if there is anything in my car that can help me to remember Jade. With that I ran down the garden path bare foot and unlocked my car. The trunk was empty, the only thing on the back seat was a half empty packet of cigarettes which I stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing. On the front passenger seat was a plastic bag, I opened it to find some wilting roses that had left petals scattered of all the contents of the bag. There was a bottle of wine, I scanned the label intensively. “shi—ra-z” I struggled to annunciate the name of the wine correctly. I opened the bottle and sniffed it. The smell brought back the night of the party at Gerard’s, the girl, the wine… the kitchen counter.

Franks POV (Flashback)
I twisted the cap open on the bottle but too many beers caused me to accidently tip the bottle as I did it. “oh, I’m so sorry!” I panicked as the wine splashed all over the girls dress. Looking around the blurred kitchen made me feel slightly dizzy but I raced over to the drawer in order to find a towel.

I rubbed frantically at the wine stain on her plaid skirt despite the fact that I kept missing it. The next thing I knew I was in complete ecstasy, holding her body against mine. My hands knew no boundaries, wandering down her back and intensively gripping her hips to bring her closer to me. I wanted her so badly, I just wanted her there and then. I didn’t care where we were or how drunk I was. I just needed her.

“Hey! Get a room or let me join in.” we were interrupted by a misshapen red headed blur in the door. I focused my eyes to see Gerard pouting at me, I laughed in the heat of the moment, both because I was embarrassed and because I just found the situation awkwardly hilarious.

Franks POV (back to the present)

I pulled myself out of the trance, confused still and upset I took a big drink of the wine and swallowed it down as the tears began to form in my eyes. Rummaging through the rest of the bag I found some food, a bag of now crushed pasta. I took the bag and threw it in the trash, guzzling the wine as I did.
I contently strolled back to the living room and laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. I don’t remember her, I thought. Yet somehow, I miss her. What is going on in my life!?

Notes

sorry I didn't put a chapter up yesterday, my laptop broke so I couldn't write it. but here you go! :) thanks for reading, I'll try and update it tomorrow as well. (friday to sunday i won't be posting chapters, I'm away because my mom is getting married and I'm the maid of honour!)