Wounded Secrets

"Frank, what do you mean?" I asked.

"I was with Gerard earlier." He started. "We went to go eat dinner at the closest resturant we could. We are and talked and laughed and before we left I pushed him against a wall in the back and made out with him. I got my hand down his pants before a fan stopped us by taking a picture. She posted it to Twitter, tagging Lindz in it." He looked down in shame. I was fuming.

"Really Frank?!" He ignored my question and it was silent for a minute. "I heard your conversation with dad the other day. Explaining how you were gonna' keep the relationship on stage."

"Bandit-" he started.

"How long?" I asked sternly. He looked up with pleading eyes, begging me to no make him tell me. After minutes of me keeping my hold he stuttered out something.

"A-About 25 years, maybe."

I looked at him in absolute disbelief. He had been leading me on this whole time, knowing he has been fucking my father since before I was born.

"Please tell me your fucking kidding." I looked at him. He shook his head and that's all I could take.

I started to walk out of the bathroom. Well, it was more of like a try-to-break-the-fucking-floor-with-my-pure-fucking-rage stomp.

I ha just made it out of the bathroom when he grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain from the old cuts still lingering being so roughly grabbed and completely lost it.

"No. Frank, don't fucking touch me." I slapped his hand off of me. "You asshole. You don't ever get to fucking touch me again. You made me feel unique. You made me feel like you loved me. Hell you made me love you." I tried to throw punches, but Ray had walked in from the kitchen and was holding me back. "And now I find out I was just a little action on the side of your and my dad's relationship. You fucked me knowing you would be fucking my dad soon. Hell, maybe you had just fucked him. You were playing games with my mind. Games where the prize for you is getting in my pants. Again. And I'm just so done. You aren't allowed to touch me again."

Frank looked at me in complete shock before he ran back in the bathroom. I heard loud sobs through the door as I shrugged off Ray's hands and turned to see he wasn't the only whitness to my horror. Dad had his curtain wide, watching the fight and uncle Mikey was poking his head in from the Kitchen.

"Shit." Dad layed his head back and rubbed his face. He jumped from his bunk and joined us.

"Was that all true?" Uncle Mikey asked after a long silence.

"Unfortunatley, every fucking word." I replied rudely.

Their eye's opened wide.

"Y-You mean you and Frank h-had …" my dad started.

"We had sex, yes." I looked up at him. "But what's new? He's seems to have fucked all the Ways but Mikey." I yelle a in his face before storming off the bus.

Notes

Damn.

Falling asleep as writing, so I have to go. Love
you all!!!