Sightless love

People thought I was crazy, but I must admit--that was an assumption not far from the truth.
I was walking in Newark at night, with no destination. I had nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go, and I was probably going to get mugged. I juggled the idea of going back home. But did I really want to give up on Frank?
The answer was no. No I did not.
I loved him. There was no doubt about my love for him. Something about that boy made me feel like... It made me feel like I could be independent, even without my eyesight.
Hence why I was wandering the streets of Newark alone at night.
It was scary, I must admit. No one fucked with me, I'm not sure why. Maybe because I had nothing of value or maybe because I was blind and they felt bad. Or maybe I just got lucky.
But I was totally fine that night. I sat down. My eyes were getting heavy and I wanted to fall asleep. But I was also kind of afraid to fall asleep in Newark.
I wondered why Frank had done all this, and I needed to come up with a plan. What was I going to accomplish tomorrow to find him?
The cashier mentioned a phone book.
But there were problems with that. I couldn't read. How the hell was I going to find out information about him? I doubted I could get a braille phone book anywhere around here.
I sighed, so annoyed with Frank. How could he do this to me. How did he expect me to run after him.
Then I realized,
He didn't.
He was leaving clues because he knew I would follow after him anyway, and he just wanted to make my life easier.
As I shut my eyes and fell asleep, I realized, Frank really knew me better than I knew myself.
and I realized, I should have never gone after him.

I was jolted awake by a gentle shaking of my shoulders, followed by a demand.
"Gerard, get up."
Stunned, I jumped up.
"Relax, its just me."
I recognized Ray's voice and relaxed my muscles.
Then confusion hit.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" I asked.
"Did you really think you made it through the night with no problems just because no one wanted to fuck with you?" Ray laughed. "I was watching you the entire time. I have a gun on me. Everyone knew not to fuck with you, I was trailing you the entire time."
"Why the hell are you doing all this, Ray?"
"Because, I don't want you going through all this alone."
I started walking again. "I don't need your help."
Ray walked alongside of me despite my annoyance towards his presence. "If you think I'm leaving you, you're crazy."
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because you're a fucking blind kid going after Frank. I want to find him, too. I'm his friend, if you didn't fucking know. He told me to keep an eye on you and I'm going to do just that. I'm helping you find him. That kid is getting himself in a lot of trouble. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure we can find out."
I sighed in defeat. "Fine, come."
"I was coming with or without your permission." Ray muttered.
I sighed and stopped. "Wait."
"What?" Ray stopped alongside me.
"Ray. Actually, I need you. We need to find a phone book."
"A phone book?" Ray echoed.
"Yes, a fucking phone book. I bet we could find out some things about Franks history or something. I want to know why the cashier yesterday flipped the shit at me for mentioning Frank, saying she thought he was dead, and a clue as to why he might've ran away."
"Maybe its worth a shot, but I'm not getting into this. You're calling. I'm not the kind of person to get into peoples business like that. Thats how people end up dead, you know."
"It'll be fine." I said.
"Okay, lets go then. I bet the library will have something."


We arrived to the library. See I hated the library because I was not into their vast selection of literature. Most of it was the overly fantasized stories of teen romance, a lot of the time including werewolves and vampires and even cancer patients. I was not into that. I hated books. Yes, I got braille versions, but it wasn't the braille that made me hate them. Nor was it the monotone voice coming from the audio books I would borrow. It was the lack of reality behind the stories. Love was real, yes, but not in the ways the stories portrayed.
I knew that in love there was pain, sadness, sorrow, anger, frustration, tears, hard work, arguments, and every bad emotion ever possible. These stories hardly showed that love caused it. They made it sound like love was beautiful and that situations caused the sorrow. But love causes sorrow.
People just don't realize that.
For example, right now, love is making me wander the streets of Newark hopelessly looking for my lover. It was the fault of love. It was not Franks fault he ran away, and its not my fault I'm running after him. It's love's fault.

Ray seated me at a table, and several minutes later he came back and plopped down what sounded like a massive textbook.
"This should have something." I heard Ray begin to sift through pages. I sat and twirled my hair, trying not to show the anxiousness that was boiling inside of me. Not only to find his last name, but also the call I might soon have to take.

"Ah, I found three Iero's in this book." Ray announced. "Dawn Iero, Nem Iero, and Sophia Iero."
"Well lets start from the top I guess." I shrugged. Not like we had anything to lose.
Ray pulled out his phone and punched in the number. He handed me the phone and I inhaled deeply.
An old woman picked up. "Hello?" She sounded so sweet, and I was happy to have such a happy sounding lady on the other line.
"Hello, my bo- my brother," I corrected quickly. Didn't want her to know anything. "my brother, Frank Iero-"
"I'm sorry, but, I don't know a Frank Iero." She cut me off. Her voice was very urgent sounding that it kind of scared me. She sounded so nice, and now...
Before I could even respond she hung up.
"What happened?" Ray asked.
"That was weird." I handed him the phone. "She didn't even hear me out."
"Thats weird." Ray agreed. "But maybe she was busy and just couldn't talk."
"Maybe." I was skeptical. Did she know something but didn't want to say?
I called the other numbers, and they actually listened, but said they had no blood relation. They all wished me luck, and Nem even said if I needed anything else to give her another call.
But something about Dawn just didn't seem right.
"Can you google Dawn Iero on the computer?" I asked Ray.
"Sure." Ray got up and I followed after him. he pulled out a chair for me and I sat beside him at the computer. After some time of typing, Ray began the research.
"Lets see. Dawn Iero....shes 65...widowed...Hmm. She apparently had a career in piano that took off years ago. She gave birth to Anthony Iero 35 years ago."
"Anthony Iero! Franks middle name is Anthony! I knew there was some kind of relation!" I fiddled in my seat. We were getting somewhere. I knew it.
"Well lets see... well, theres nothing on Anthony Iero. However his wife, Kayla, has something. Kayla and anthony Iero... I'll write that down." Ray scribbled in a notebook. "Lets see. She too was a pianist. huh." Ray nodded. "Cool. Now I'll search anthony iero... Ah! He was a musician after all! He played the guitar in a band...oh. He got arrested." Ray bit his lip. "For molesting a child. Got out on good behavior."
My head went spinning. Was that child Frank? Was he the cause of these things?
Damn, I needed to know.
"I wonder if it was Frank." I said.
"Me too." Ray whispered.
Ray then searched Kayla's name and wrote down her phone number.
"Are Franks parents split?" Ray asked.
I nodded.
"Hmm. This could cause a lot of issues in researching. Whats his mothers name?"
"I don't know. He never told me. Well, his real mother anyway. He lived with his Dad and his step-mom. I don't hear much about his Dad, so I don't know his name."
Ray powered down the computer. "Then I guess we'll have to call Kayla and find out."

By now it was getting late and Ray said we'd finish tomorrow. He brought me to dinner and rented a hotel room for both of us.
"Thank you for this." I said.
"Its no problem, Gerard." Ray smiled. I could see his smile through my blindless. It was one of those rare smiles that could brighten rooms.
"You're a good friend."
"Hey, its what I do." He laughed.
We laughed, but what we would find out tomorrow was something that would keep us from laughing for a long, long time.

Notes

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