Wounded Secrets

I sighed and decided to just go draw in my sketchbook. I jumped into my bunk and used my phone as a light to draw by. A few hours later I leaned back and rested my head on the wall and held up the drawing to examine it more. It was the magnificent sunset I whitnessed from the Ferris Wheel ride with Frank. The skyline was probably my favourite part, the couloirs against the jagged building tops that were just black and grey, due to the light over them.

"That's gorgeous." Frank said behind me. I jumped, unaware of his presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-it's fine." I said, putting my drawing back down and filling in the few spaces I missed and darkening some others places. I still felt pretty bad for the hurtful things I had said to Frank, but my anger rose pretty far above that.

"You really do have your father's drawing abilities." He smiled as he watched me. I scoffed as my mind shot back 'Did I also get his sex abilities, asshole.'

As soon as I thought it, I regretted it because I knew I said it under my breath. Frank sighed and rested his head in his hands that were propped up on my bunk's side.

"Bandit. I'm sorry, okay. I'm an asshole and you have no idea how much I regret it." He sighed through his hands.

"I know your sorry." I said, pretending to still concentrate on my drawing when in reality I was just darkening the skyline over and over again.

"Then are you going to forgive me?" He asked, looking up at me with pleading eyes. I looked up at him and my heart broke when I saw his face. His eyes were glassy like he was about to cry and his quivering lip confirmed he was.

"You know Frank. I really don't know. Do you deserve my forgiveness? You not only caused my parents to get a divorce, but had an affair with me when you were with my father. I don't really know what to say anymore, Frank." I sighed, looking back down at my drawing.

"Okay. I understand, I'm a major, fucking asshole and you deserve so much better then my scumbag self. But I just want you to know how funking sorry I am." He said. Halfway through he let his silent tears start down his face. I could help but just let a few tears roll too, because I know I was part fully responsible for his.

"Frank?" I asked after wiping away my tears.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever even love me? Did you even like me? Or was I just, like, someone on the side because you got a little tired of just my dad?" I asked, trying not to ruin my drawing with anymore tears.

"Honestly, ever since you helped me through my divorce with Jamia I have loved you and when I said I loved you there wasn't a bit of untruthfulness in any part of the statement." He looked up at me and I knew he wasn't lieing.

"And I wasn't lieing when I said I loved you Frank. And I still love you. Honestly, I just don't know what to say now because it kind of grosses me out knowing you had sex with my dad, then just came to me." He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Bandit. I'm just, ugh, I'm just such a disgusting person, I know." He burried his head in his arms and let his shoulders shake with sobs. I slowly reached my hand out and touched his shoulder. He jumped a bit at my touch, surprised I would even want to get close to him. I knew I would forgive him sooner or later and I believe sooner is always better then later.

"Frank. I forgive you." He slowly looke up at me and I slightly pulled the corners of my mouth up a bit in a microscopic smile.

"A-Are you serious?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Mhm." I said. He pulled me in a hug, causing me to fall out of my bunk and bringing all my drawings and pens with me. I landed ontop on Frank and we laughed for a second, looking into each other's eyes. He brushed a peice of my hair behind my ear and put his hand behind my head, pulling our heads together. Our lips went into a perfect sync before I pulled away and climbed off him, pulling my hair out of my face and trying to gather my drawings.

"S-Sorry." He said, picking up all my markers for me. Dad walked in and When I looked up to see him I frantically started to pick up my drawings because I had always kept them private. He walked over and started to crouch down to pick up some drawings.

"No! I mean, n-no, we-we have it, Dad." I yelled at him, grabbing a drawing from him. He snatched the pile I was holding and started to flip through them, probably thinking they were inappropriate or something. He stood back up. His eyes got teary and he wiped his nose. I finished cleaning the rest up and stood up. Frank handed me my markers which I had to awkwardly cradled in my arms while waiting for my drawings back.

"Bandit, why haven't you ever shown me any of these?" He asked, looking at my favourite ones I had recently drawn.

I looked at all the markers in between my arms and chest and sighed. "Because I know I'll never be able to draw as good as you."

He laughed. He actually laughed at my statement and when I looked up I saw Frank also had a smile on his face. "Your better then me, Bandit."

It was my turn to laugh at him. "Yeah, because I'm better then my comic book illustrating father."

"You really are, Bandit. " Frank commented.

"Thanks Frank." Dad laughed.

"I mean, you said it first." He held up his hands.

"I'm just joking." Dad nudged him in the ribs, making Frank laugh and suddenly I felt awkward because he knew just how to make Frank feel better and laugh when I knew just how to make him cry.

"Are we ever going to talk about… this." Frank asked, motioning to all three of us.

"What about us, Frank." Dad said sternly.

"What are we going to do about it?" I asked.

"I don't know." Dad said. "Frank is the one who has to choose between us."

I scowled at dad, ashamed that he would make this a competition between us.

"Really, Gerard?" Frank said, just as annoyed as me.

"Really. Choose." He said sternly. "You wanted to talk about it."

"Gerard, I don't think you want to hear the answer." Frank said quickly. I cold see my father's stomach drop from his words.

"Frank-" I started.

"No, Bandit. Let him talk." Dad put an arm in front of me.

"Fine." I stepped back and sighed.

"Honestly, I think I choose Bandit." Frank sighed after a few minutes of silence.

"Your fucking kidding, right?" Dad said, dumbfounded.

"Gerard, she was always there. When I was going through my divorce, when Cherry was really sick, oh, and she didn't fucking break up our band because I would have sex because I was happily married." Frank spat back at Gerard.

Dad scoffed. "Well, look who just ruined my marriage."

"And guess who ruined mine?! You fucking did. I had Jamia for only a few years and she fucking divorced me because you kept sending me those texts and she read some." Frank yelled back in Dad's face.

Dad just stormed out.

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