Don't Stand So Close To Me

“I remember her.” Frank spoke softly, as we sat down on the grass in front of Laura’s tombstone.

“You knew her?” I asked. I knew they’d known each other but I didn’t want to let on how much I knew. Better to play dumb than get him suspicious.

“Yeah, I knew her and your Mom when they lived together. I had no idea she died. They always invited me and my family over for dinner parties and such. You were a baby back then. Was she your aunt?” He gave me a sympathetic look, flicking the ashes off his cigarette.

“No. Mom’s lover. My second Mother in a way.” I chuckled.

“Oh. Oh my god Lana I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. We weren’t too close, I was still small when she passed.”

“Still, it can’t be easy.” He said, blowing smoke from the side of his mouth.

“I manage.” I shrugged.

“If I may ask, how did she pass?”

My heart dropped a little bit. Of course you can ask, she’s your Mother.

“Lung cancer.” I pointed to the cigarette in his hand. I’d tried off and on to get him to stop smoking but in the end he would do what he wanted anyways. Normally I wouldn’t care, but the fact that lung cancer is in his genes makes it all that worse. And me all that more responsible if something happened to him because I knew.

“Oh. So that’s why you’re so persistent with the smoking?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah.” I mumbled, trying my best to sound as upset as possible.

“Well. I’ll try to quit then.” He smiled, flicking the cigarette into the bushes and reaching forward to peck my cheek.

“Don’t try, do.” I laughed.

“Alright, Alright. You nag.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

I stared at the bouquet of roses we left Laura. On the tag I secretly wrote, ‘From your Son and Daughter, I’m so sorry about everything.’ The roses would wither within two weeks but I had this secret hope that the message would reach her wherever she was and she’d forgive me.

They say the dead see everything. If her spirit was still around somewhere she’d know about the sexual relations between Frank and I, as well as the dead librarian that became of them.

“So, what’s the plan?” I turned to Frank.

“The plan?”

“Lucas. Miss Trevor. Mom. Missing girls. Mafia.” I sighed.

“Honestly Lana, I want to stay out of it. I don’t want you getting hurt. We’ll just have to hope the cops eventually catch on.” He shrugged.

“That’d be a cowardly thing to do Frank. And what about my Mom? We can’t let her keep seeing Lucas’ Mother.” I bit my lip.

“Well, then let Gerard and I take care of this. You stay out of it. I don’t see Lucas’ Mother posing a threat either. Your Mom is perfectly capable of handling it herself.”

“How could you say that? She has no idea what’s going on in that side of the family. I’d be letting her walk into a battlefield unarmed. And what could you two possibly do about the Lucas situation?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“I don’t know Lana! I really don’t. Do you want me to do something or not? I’m NOT letting you get mixed up in that again. Listen to me for once and just leave it.”

“I can’t.” I sighed. He stared at me for a moment, my face purposely growing sadder and sadder.

“Alright. But It’ll be on my terms only. When I say bail, you bail.” He groaned in defeat. I jumped up from where I was sitting, ignoring the pain in my side, and hugged him

“Thank you. I love you.” I hugged him as tight as I could without hurting or straining my side.

“I love you too. Sometimes too much.” He stroked my hair.

“So what first?” I pulled away.

“We wait.”

“Why?” I frowned.

“For one, you’re still injured. We also need to lay low for a while, a few months. Give Lucas time to forget about us and relax. You go back to school and we’ll all continue with our schedules.”

“But what if he kidnaps more girls in that time frame?” My jaw dropped. I couldn’t wait for months knowing Lucas was up to no good.

“It’s a chance we’ll have to take. Remember, I said my terms only. There might be cons to this plan but it’s the safest way I can think of proceeding.” He brought his fingers to his temples.

“Right. So then what do we do after the wait?” I glared at him.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

I groaned and shook my head. I knew he was right but it didn’t make me feel any better about what we were doing.

I laid down on my back in the grass, looking up to the blaring sun and immediately closing my eyes. Too bright.

I felt movement beside me and knew Frank had done the same.

I don’t know how long we’d been lying there but I knew I had dozed off when the air went still and my breathing had slowed.

It was fine, I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be.


5 months later


My eyes fluttered open and I watched the ceiling fan in Frank’s bedroom for about five minutes. He was still sound asleep, lightly snoring.

I got mad at him last night because I discovered he was still smoking but then he kissed me and I kind of forgot all about it. I hated it when he did that.

I snuck out of my bedroom and stayed over his house every other night. Although most nights my Mom would allow me to go so she could have ‘alone time’ with Miss Trevor. It was weird that my Mother still thought the relationship between Frank and I was strictly mentor and pupil, brother and sister.

In a way Frank had become a part of our family, he often stayed over for dinner or we’d have a movie night. My mother saw it as adopting a son rather than adopting her daughter’s boyfriend.

In regards to the boyfriend part, he still refused to just fuck me. At first it was cause of the bullet wound, now I think he just wants to torture me.

I’ve been fully healed for about a month now. But we refused to continue with our plans for Lucas. Today is supposed to be the day we decide, but I’m pretty sure we’ll procrastinate and hold it off for another week.

We kept doing this because everything was so peaceful right now. If you were living in peace, wouldn’t you not want to disturb that? It sounds selfish I know, but it was getting extremely hard to even care about Lucas anymore.

The only kind of run-in we had was a visit from his father. And after that, we were too scared to even think about intervening.

Flashback

“So, it’s just E flat, F, and G minor?” I asked, my eyes glued to the guitar’s fret board.

“For the first part.” Frank chuckled.

“Oh god dammit! Why do you always make me learn such hard songs?” I grimaced at him.

“They’re not hard. You’re just making them seem hard. More chords doesn’t equal ‘hard’. You need to challenge yourself a little more.” He gave me his appointed teacher look. The one that made me just want to rip his clothes off.

I laced my fingers around his collar and pulled him towards me. We kissed as I swung my legs over his and sat upright on his lap.

His fingers traced down my back and met my butt with a hard squeeze. I moaned into the kiss and grinded down onto his pelvic region.

We kissed for what felt like minutes till he pulled away.
“Back to the song. Stop delaying the inevitable. I need to break you of that little habit.”

“What habit?” I said as I snaked my tongue down and up his neck, earning a shiver from him.

“That habit. The one where I gave you something remotely challenging to do and you try to distract me with sex.” He laughed.

“It’s not sex if we’re not actually fucking.” I pulled away and pouted at him.

“Fucking hell, you’re asking for it.” He grinned and yanked me forward, crashing his lips to mine and biting my lower lip almost too hard.

I moaned as I felt his left hand slip into my panties and massage me.

“Beg me to fuck you.” He whispered into my ear.

“Please.” I groaned.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.” I gasped as his hands-motion sped up.

“Again.” He kissed my neck roughly.

“Fuck me, Frank. Plea-“ He flipped me onto my back and pulled my pants down abruptly.

He began to unbuckle his belt and my patience was wearing so thin. I almost reached forward and yanked it off myself till a dreadful sound echoed throughout the house.

The doorbell.

“Sorry princess. It seems a higher power wants you to stay a virgin forever.” He chuckled and kissed my cheek, buckling his belt back up.

I groaned and pulled my pants back on.

“I have no idea who that could be.”

“Girl scouts? Jehovah’s witness?” Frank said boredly.

“They never come by here.” I grimaced as I reached for the keys, unlocking the door within a few seconds.

When the door opened a man in a tan suit who looked to be in his late 40’s stood. He looked like something out of a movie; he wore a number of rings on his hand and sported a diamond Rolex watch.

Behind him were two men dressed in black, also looking like something out of a movie. I glanced behind the men to see they drove up in a white limousine. What the fuck?

“Good evening.” The man peered down at me through dark heavy-set eyes, a familiar
Slovakian accent thick in his voice.

“Uh… Hi. Can I help you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“I’ve come to have words. Invite me in.” His voice was stern and held venomous undertones.

“Uh… alright. Come in.” I opened the door wider and allowed the three men to enter.

I led them into the living room and they sat down on the couch, Frank was mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to me.

“Would you like anything to uh… drink?” I said rather awkward.

“No, thank you. Please, sit.” He gestured me to the sofa in front of him and I sat down with Frank awkwardly.

I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t know what to say. I mean what would you do if a rich man with bodyguards barged into your own home and told you where to sit.

“I believe you know my son, Lucas.” He crossed his legs and folded his hands.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I know him.” I gripped Frank’s hand in panic.

“I believe you know my wife and daughter as well.”

“Wife?” My voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“Melinda Trevor.”

“O-Oh. My third grade teacher, hahaha what a small world.” I laughed nervously.

What the fuck?! I thought my Mom said they were divorced?!

“Lana dear, I think we both know that’s not all she is.” He gave a harsh chuckle.

HE KNOWS MY NAME.

“What do you want?” Frank said in a serious tone.

“What do I want? Nothing. What could you have that I possibly want Mr. Iero? I came to have a civil conversation.” His voice was almost sinister, it made every hair on my body stand up.

“Well…what is it you want to talk about?” I tried to refrain from gulping.

“Loyalty.” His eyes went darker and he gestured for the bodyguard on his left to hand him something. He gave him one of those tools that look like your supposed to crack walnuts or crab legs with. Only it had a blade on the inner rim of it.

“You see, one of my men, my men that I trust with my life. My men that I’ve treated so well, given them anything they could ever want, was said to be mouthing off about my wife. My wife that is having an affair with your Mother.”

All of a sudden the bodyguard to his right broke into a sweat and his face went pale. I heard my front door open and two more men in black suits walked in, these ones a lot more built.

The bodyguard on the right bolted screaming towards the door, but the two men grabbed him and forced him down on his knees.

Frank and I were frozen, afraid to even blink.

Lucas’ father got up from the couch and walked over to the held down bodyguard, tool in hand.

He pried the bodyguard’s mouth open and stuck the tool into his mouth, forcing his tongue out. The man was screaming and trying to squirm free from the other bodyguards’ hold.

With a swift move he pressed down on the tool and it sliced his tongue off, blood poured down his chin. The men in black dropped the bodyguard and he fell to the floor in a heap of sobs.

Lucas’ father pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his hand, and sat back on the couch in front of us, legs crossed.

“You see, I’ve made an example out of him. He will never speak again. That’s not very pleasant, am I right?” His eyes bore into mine and I started trembling.

“N-No.”

“So I’ll make this plain and simple. I will not intervene with my wife’s affairs for now, and you and your family can live in peace. But even speak my son’s name or anything you think you may know about our family, I’ll do a lot worse than cut your tongue out. That goes for the both of you.” He smiled.

Frank and I nodded frantically, and Lucas’ father stood up and extended a hand.

“It was so good to finally meet you Lana, my son speaks of you all the time.” His eyes had shifted almost instantly to kind, it sent shivers down my spine. I shook his hand, and stood up to walk him to the door.

He paused as we walked past the bloody tongue on the living room carpet.

“So sorry for the mess. I’ll have one of my men clean it up for you immediately.” He gleamed.

“Uh, N-No problem.” I stammered.

“Nonsense, you’ve got such a lovely home. It would be a shame to leave a blood stain.”

“Y-yeah. Alright.” I laughed nervously.

“Splendid. Well, I must be on my way. Till another time Lana, Mr. Iero.” He nodded to us and walked out the door. One of his men walked in with cleaning supplies and started on the carpet.

I turned my attention to Frank and almost fell over; he caught me by my elbows and steadied me back onto the couch.

“It’s alright hon, I won’t let you get hurt.” He pulled me into a hug.

End Flashback
I turned to Frank, my heart sick with worry. This is it, we’ll leave it here. There’s nothing we could possibly do now.

Notes

HIIII, I'm so happy to bring you guys a nice long chapter! Thank you so much for all the lovely comments <3 ;D I can't believe how far this story has come! To think it started with a guitar lesson and a panty drawer to lead up to this is crazy! I've honestly made up everything along the way hahahah, I had no idea when I started this story that it would develop into what it is now. I hope you guys still like it and I promise there's much more in store for Don't Stand So Close To Me! stay posted <3

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