Picking up the Pieces

He lead inside of his house. It was so huge! It was the biggest house I've ever been in! But then again, it was also the only house I've ever been in. When I first got inside, I noticed that Frank's floors were dark and strong and made of wood. At the orphanage, the wooden floorboards were pale and shabby and old. I also noticed all the furniture he had, but all of it was in another room down the hallway. I was standing in the entry foyer when Frank shut the front door.
"Right this way,Sadie. Oh, I'm sorry. Right this way"- he stopped talking for a second- "...Ms... - um wait. What's your last name?"

I replied, "Weber" "Oh, right this way, Ms.Weber" he grabbed the outfits on one arm and used his other to put around my shoulder.


''Thank you, Frank. I mean, um-w-what's your last name?"

As we were walking down the long hallway he said, "Iero, Frank Iero"

"Thank you for everything you've done, Mr. Iero. I really appreciate it"


He led me up a flight of stairs.

"Up here, Ms Weber is my bedroom."

He opened a door and lead me inside his bedroom.

"Sadie, you can change in here." I noticed he called me Sadie. So, should I call him Frank? I guess so.

"Okay, Frank. Which one?"

He laid both of the outfits on his large bed. He pondered for a moment before picking up the fancy one with and a short skirt. "Mmm, this one." he said as he held the outfit up and started walking towards me. "Here, let me help you." He wrapped his hands around my waist. It was so nice he was helping me put this fancy outfit. He ribbon behind my dress and it came undone. He slid my dress down shoulders and it fell to the floor in one swift motion. His breathing became heavier. I don't know why.
"Um, Sadie. Could you give me a hug?"

What was that ? I don't know what a hug is. I s that some sort of drink? Did he really want me to make a drink in my underwear?

"Frank, what's a hug?" He smilied,

"Just throw your arms around me and squeeze. Okay, I could manage that. He was probably cold. I put my arms around his stomach, like I did with his neck.

He laughed. "Good, Sadie.Now..." he stopped, threw his head back, and spoke again. "... squeeze me."
I squeezed his stomach, but his shirt and jacket were too thick. I think I'll take those off.

"Frank, can I take your shirt and jacket off? It's hard too hug you with them on." "Oh! Of course, Sadie. Go right ahead."

I pulled away from his stomach to take them off. He bit his bottom lip and moved his arms back. Oh no, was he in pain? Why was he biting his lip?

"Frank, am I hurting you?" I asked.

"What? No! You're not hurting me! It's okay-" he laughed, "-keep going, Sadie. I like it."

I continued to take Frank's clothes off. I slid his jacket off his strong arms. He cocked his head back and moaned softly. His shirt slid off his seemingly always warm chest. His chest- no wait- his chest and arms were covered with black- no- mostly black designs. I had never seen this type of art before. I liked it. I got distracted and started to touch them. He pulled my waist close to his.
"You like my tattoos?"
Is that what they were? Tattoos? It looked more like a bunch of tiny murals and drawings he had all over his body.
"I like them." I said as I stroked his ink-clad chest in awe.
"I really like them, Frank."
I wrapped my arms around his stomach and held him tight. He was a good friend. Oh my gosh, his stomach was warm too! He let go of my waist to help me get the rest of my outfit on. He slipped the pantyhose over my bare legs, helped me with the confusing lace up bra, he even helped me get the shoes on. "High heels" he said they were called. Once I was put together, Frank stepped away from me.

"Wow Sadie, you look amazing." He said, dazed. He looked at his alarm clock. "Shit, Gerard's gonna be here in like 20 minutes! Sadie, your first job is to get the living room cleaned up, dust the tables, and open the door for Gerard when he comes. I have to shower, okay?" "Okay!" "Great-'' he walked over to hug me. "-thank you, Sadie." he said while still shirtless. He pulled away and went straight to his bathroom to shower. I walked downstairs to Frank's living room to clean it up. "Oh and Sadie?" Frank shouted from upstairs. "Yes?" I shouted back. " The feather duster is under the kitchen sink." "Thank you!" I started cleaning his living room. I fluffed the pillows on his furniture. Everything was clean. Except for the tables. Mr. Iero was right, the tables needed dusting. I walked over to the kitchen, reached under the sink, and grabbed the tiny feather duster. After shutting the bottom cabinet, I went back to the living room and started dusting a side table. It was one of many. I moved the duster side to side until the table was clean. I did the same thing with the three other tables and finished in twelve minutes. Mr Iero was still in the shower. I started dusting his giant coffee table. I was half way through and almost finished, when the door bell rang...

Notes

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