Wounded Secrets

After a few minutes of being squeezed to death by my uncle, dad and Ray I had to sit beside Frank on the couch while all eyes were on me. Uncle Mikey had pools if tears collecting and my dad had already let some of his tear ducts empty down his face.

"Bandit … why?" My dad looked up at me from the intent gaze he previously had on the ground beneath him.

"Dad, you don't underst-" I started.

"That's not what I asked." He was more firm and serious now that he had more control over his tears. I sighed for a minute before I averted my gaze to me feet.

"I felt like I was a mistake, okay? Everyone told me I was and after a lot of thinking I realized I really am a mistake." I knew that Frank was going to be hurt and I couldn't bare to look up to see his face, let alone my father's.

"Bandit, your not a mistake." Uncle Mikey sighed.

"But I really am." I finally looked up to see even Ray, not known for his crying, had shed a few tears, which tore at my heart.

"Bandit." I heard Frank tell me from beside me, but I still couldn't bare to face him. I felt him put an arm around my shoulders and pull me closer to him. "Like I told you before, you are the best thing that has happened to us all."

"Mhm." I hummed in response. I let a tear slide. I always do this. Tear at people until we all finally break. Always.

I shrugged out of Frank's hold, wanting to just be alone and walked back to my bunk. I climbed in and snuggled up the best I could under my covers and faced away from the closed curtain. I could hear them arguing softly, probably hoping I couldn't hear.

"I knew this might happen … I just hoped it wouldn't." Dad sighed. I could hear the strain in his voice.

"I know. We'll have to show her she's not a mistake somehow." Ray spoke up after a few minutes of silence that made your ears ring.

"Yeah, we will." Mikey added. "What did you two do in there that helped her open up more?" I assumed he asked Frank.

"Um, oh, nothing." Frank replied awkwardly. Frank being Frank was never awkward and I could practically see the all too familiar suspicion on my father's face.

"Frank." Dad spoke in a stern, almost angry voice. "What happened in there?"

"Gerard. Nothing, nothing fucking happened." You would think his answers would sting, but they sounded like such bullshit, practically anybody could tell he was lying, let alone the three other guys he had shared a small bus with for decades.

After was a long silence with a lot of tension between Frank and the other guys. "Frank-" Ray said, sounding like he pieced something together. "Please tell me you didn't."

"D-Didn't what?" He asked, a little nervous. I could hear some of his usual confidence returning.

"Frank fucking Iero, I swear to go if you touched my daughter I-" my dad was completely pissed and I could hear the pure anger seething through his clenched teeth.

"No! Jesus, you guys, I wouldn't do that." Frank said. There was a silence before they slowly returned to their bunks for the night. Ha, I can't wait til morning.

Notes

Yep. So yeah.

Writing from a shitty phone here, so please do not be mad! :( My laptop is in the shop or whatever and I don't get it for a few days.

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