Take Me Away (Frerard)

The office door closes behind me and I take a seat in front of Mr. Hender's office desk. I wait impatiently for him to join me and then I begin to tap my foot on the ground. I don't like waiting or being held up. I could be enjoying my smoke if he wasn't such a stuck up prick.

"Iero." Hender's voice startles me from behind.

I stare straight ahead waiting for him to take his seat behind his desk. He clears his throat and looks at
me.

"Franklin, this is the third time I've had to warn you this month about smoking in the hallways," he huffs.

"Is it?" I ask too innocently.

"Listen Iero, I'm not in the mood for all your bullshit." he growls, leaning in and practically breathing in my
face.

"Am I getting a detention?" I ask.

"Not this time. How many times have you gotten a detention this year as a whole? Far too many times."
he sighs and leans back in his seat.

"So you're going to let me go this time?" I ask hopefully.

"Oh no. Tomorrow some of the senior kids, like you, are going to the Belleville Institute of Mental Illness,
and you will be joining them." he smiles.

"No. No can do Henderson. There isn't a way in hell or heaven above that you're going to drag me to that
whack-shack!" I glare at him.

"I'm not going to drag you there. You're going to have to do that yourself." he replies.

"And if I refuse?" I ask.

"Then you'll get expelled." he responds, "completely your choice."

I stare at him, almost as though I'm waiting for him to laugh and tell me that it was all a big joke to see my
reaction, but I don't see a way out of this one. He slides a sheet of paper across his desk at me. A
permission slip.

"Have this signed by tomorrow and be at the school at seven o'clock sharp Iero or there will be hell to
pay." he grumbles.

"Sir yes sir." I smirk as I grip the paper in my hands, then I saunter out the door.

*

"Is it a detention?" Mikey asks as we exit the school.

"Oh no, Mr. Henderson has outdone himself this time. He's sending me to Belleville Institute of Mental
Illness tomorrow. Probably trying to lock me up with all those stupid whack jobs." I sneer.

Mikey cringes at my words and frowns, "That's no nice."

"So what? You like insane people?" I ask.

"Well, I like you and you're insane." he points out.

"But not, like, mentally retarded or a psycho." I breathe and roll my eyes.

"Not everyone there is mentally retarded!" Mikey shouts at me and I stop in my tracks.

"Jeez, I didn't know you felt so strongly about this topic Mikey. I take it that you're going tomorrow?" I
question.

"You can be a real asshole sometimes Frank." he replies before walking ahead of me.

"I'm sorry?" I call out, but he's already too far ahead to hear me.

*

Fuck. I mentally slap myself. How could I have come into my house through the front door? I know my
father would be awake. I glance at him nervously as he takes a sip from his beer bottle.

"Frank, grab me another bottle." he yells at me and I jump back.

"S-sure." I agree and go to the fridge. Turning around I notice that my father has followed me into the
kitchen and taken a seat at the table.

"Here you go." I mumble, handing him the bottle.

"What did you say?" he barks at me.

"I said h-here you g-go." I repeat.

"Speak up next time." he yawns.

"Sorry." I apologize.

"What's that in your hand?" he asks suddenly and I look down realizing that I'm clutching the permission
slip even after showing Mikey. I place it down on the table and clear my throat.

"It's a permission slip." I answer.

"No shit! Do you think I can't read it? Huh? Do you think I'm some fucking moron?" he shouts.

"N-no!" I stutter.

"I can read the fucking paper!" he shouts, slamming the now empty bottle of beer onto the table, glass bits
shattering around his hand, "Look at what you did you fucking faggot!"

"L-let me clean it." I offer, stepping forward and reaching for the glass shards.

He grabs my wrist tightly and stands up. I feel a sharp sting across my face and realize that he's slapped
me.

"That's what you deserve you little fucker!" he screeches before shoving me to the ground.

I try to stand up but he kicks me in the ribs making me fall onto my back. He then kicks me repeatedly in
the stomach and once in the face. I groan in pain and take it all in. He's probably right. I do deserve this.
I'm an awful son. An awful friend.

"Listen to me you little shit! Next time you better answer my question correctly or you'll get it worse." he
threatens, sending one more kick to my face and I cry out in pain, curling into a ball.

"Do you understand me you worthless piece of shit?" he screams.

I nod my head vigorously, being rewarded with a grunt and I hear him shuffle away. I stay laying on the
ground in a ball for a few more minutes before trying to sit up. My head throbs in pain and I clutch my
stomach before rushing to the kitchen sink where I heave up everything I can muster. All I can say is that
my face wont look pretty tomorrow.

Notes

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