The One That Got Away
Chapter 11
Frank’s P.O.V
I just had to cross one more alley and I would be home. Considering that I had been running since I left Gerard’s house I slowed down and decided to walk through the alley. My house wasn’t that far from Gerard’s house it was about a ten-minute walk but since I ran it I felt like I had been running for hours. I felt like I was going through a midlife crisis, happy thoughts were replaced by sad thoughts, which were then replaced with angry thoughts and then the pattern would be repeated.
All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye I see a boy. He sort of looked like Gerard just that his hair was cut in the form of a mullet and it had blond streaks. He turned and started walking towards me. Fuck! How did I forget we live in motherfucking New Jersey and that this area is fucking dangerous! Especially on weekends!
“Hey what’s your name?” He said in a husky voice. I knew better than to tell him my name so I just kept walking past him. “Hey! I said what’s your name!” I broke into a run; the short alley seemed to be never ending. Just as I was about to get out he pulled me by the shoulder and pinned me to the floor. “I'm Jared Leto and running away from me was your biggest mist-” was all he got say because then my phone rang. “Answer it.” he told me in a authoritive tone. I did as he said, it was Gerard, how could he be calling me at a time like this? I ignored the call and turned back to look at Jared. “Why didn’t you answer?”
“It wasn’t important.”
“Well you should have answered because those would have been your last words punk.” That was when I noticed his eyes were so blue that they looked turquoise. That was the last thing I saw before he punched me in the face and I passed out.
I just had to cross one more alley and I would be home. Considering that I had been running since I left Gerard’s house I slowed down and decided to walk through the alley. My house wasn’t that far from Gerard’s house it was about a ten-minute walk but since I ran it I felt like I had been running for hours. I felt like I was going through a midlife crisis, happy thoughts were replaced by sad thoughts, which were then replaced with angry thoughts and then the pattern would be repeated.
All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye I see a boy. He sort of looked like Gerard just that his hair was cut in the form of a mullet and it had blond streaks. He turned and started walking towards me. Fuck! How did I forget we live in motherfucking New Jersey and that this area is fucking dangerous! Especially on weekends!
“Hey what’s your name?” He said in a husky voice. I knew better than to tell him my name so I just kept walking past him. “Hey! I said what’s your name!” I broke into a run; the short alley seemed to be never ending. Just as I was about to get out he pulled me by the shoulder and pinned me to the floor. “I'm Jared Leto and running away from me was your biggest mist-” was all he got say because then my phone rang. “Answer it.” he told me in a authoritive tone. I did as he said, it was Gerard, how could he be calling me at a time like this? I ignored the call and turned back to look at Jared. “Why didn’t you answer?”
“It wasn’t important.”
“Well you should have answered because those would have been your last words punk.” That was when I noticed his eyes were so blue that they looked turquoise. That was the last thing I saw before he punched me in the face and I passed out.
8/20/13