I Don't Love You...
Four
Angelica woke up on Darrel’s bed. Darrel was sleeping on the couch and she sighed, quickly jotting down a note that would let him know that she was going over to Lyn’s to get something to wear and would be back later. It was a bit chilly outside so Angelica borrowed one of his hoodies and headed out. She clutched onto the hoodie as she walked over to her car. Last Caress by The Misfits started blasting from the car stereo and she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she drove.
“Are you going to talk to me yet?” Frank’s voice asked from the back seat.
Angelica screamed and almost steered off the road. She pulled off to the side as soon as she could and parked. Frank crawled over the backseat into the passenger seat and grinned.
“Sorry for scaring you.”
Angelica screamed again, this time she struck him, “What are you doing? Get out!”
“Not until you talk to me.” Frank grabbed her hand to keep her from hitting him again.
She struggled to get out of his grasp, “let go.”
“No! Just hear me out. I love you. I’m not just saying it I mean it! I’m not going to stop trying to talk to you.”
Angelica pulled away and screamed at him demanding that he left with tears rolling down her cheeks. Frank sighed and got out of the car, sending her sad look before heading off into one of the alleyways. She was freaking out as she got back into her car, locked the doors and drove as fast as she could over to Lyn’s house.
Once she got inside she was almost hyperventilating and sobbing to Lindsey about what just happened. Lyn held her friend close until she had calmed down, and then went into the next room to call Gerard and tell him what Frank had done. Gerard was confused as to why Frank wasn’t at band rehearsal that day then Gerard became very upset when he heard about Frank, hiding in her car and scaring her.
“I’ll be home in a bit, okay? I love you.” Gerard spoke before hanging up.
Lindsey set her phone on the counter then walked back to the living room. On her way past the front door she saw that an envelope that had been shoved through the slot was lying on the ground. There was no address on it but on the front in bold letters it said: Angel
“Angie there’s a letter for you.” She handed it to the girl.
Angelica looked at the envelope and instantly knew it was from Frank but she opened it with shaky fingers anyways. Out of the envelope fell a note that simply said:
I won’t stop until you talk to me. Your heart is mine just as mine is yours. Wherever you go, I’ll be there whether you think I am or not.
Love,
Frank Iero
She dropped the note and Lindsey quickly picked it up and scanned it over before trying to convince Angelica that Frank was just being stupid. He was heartbroken and being heartbroken sometimes makes people do or say stupid things. Angelica tried to keep her breathing normal as she walked up the stairs, grabbing a new outfit and quickly taking a shower.
The whole time she kept thinking about she wasn’t sure why exactly he was doing this. After all he never seemed to care much when they were together but now that she was gone he finally realized he missed out on something great. He missed her and truthfully she missed him and that scared her, especially with the way he was acting now.
***
Frank was ignoring everyone’s calls. He was at the apartment trying to decide what to do. If she wouldn’t talk to him willingly then he would have to make her. All Frank had to do was decide how he was going to do that. He couldn’t just flat out corner her or hide in her car again, no this time he had to hold her hostage.
Frank thought about Angelica as he smoked a blunt. He missed the feel of her lips against his, the way she always smelt of strawberries, and her laughter. The way she laughed was adorable. If it was a real laugh it was loud and sometimes she couldn’t help but snort in the cutest way possible. She always looked beautiful to him even with no makeup on and her hair tied up in a loose bun.
He released the smoke out of his nose, feeling his buzz coming on. His eyes instantly found the picture of Angelica and him after one of MCR’s concerts a few months back. Frank tossed the joint into the ashtray and stood up, walking over to the picture. He took it off the wall and held it in his hands, running his fingers over the glass. His heart began to race and he suddenly knew what he had to do. Dropping the picture and letting it smash to floor, Frank didn’t even care as he raced to the bedroom and began devising a plan and packing things.
“Are you going to talk to me yet?” Frank’s voice asked from the back seat.
Angelica screamed and almost steered off the road. She pulled off to the side as soon as she could and parked. Frank crawled over the backseat into the passenger seat and grinned.
“Sorry for scaring you.”
Angelica screamed again, this time she struck him, “What are you doing? Get out!”
“Not until you talk to me.” Frank grabbed her hand to keep her from hitting him again.
She struggled to get out of his grasp, “let go.”
“No! Just hear me out. I love you. I’m not just saying it I mean it! I’m not going to stop trying to talk to you.”
Angelica pulled away and screamed at him demanding that he left with tears rolling down her cheeks. Frank sighed and got out of the car, sending her sad look before heading off into one of the alleyways. She was freaking out as she got back into her car, locked the doors and drove as fast as she could over to Lyn’s house.
Once she got inside she was almost hyperventilating and sobbing to Lindsey about what just happened. Lyn held her friend close until she had calmed down, and then went into the next room to call Gerard and tell him what Frank had done. Gerard was confused as to why Frank wasn’t at band rehearsal that day then Gerard became very upset when he heard about Frank, hiding in her car and scaring her.
“I’ll be home in a bit, okay? I love you.” Gerard spoke before hanging up.
Lindsey set her phone on the counter then walked back to the living room. On her way past the front door she saw that an envelope that had been shoved through the slot was lying on the ground. There was no address on it but on the front in bold letters it said: Angel
“Angie there’s a letter for you.” She handed it to the girl.
Angelica looked at the envelope and instantly knew it was from Frank but she opened it with shaky fingers anyways. Out of the envelope fell a note that simply said:
I won’t stop until you talk to me. Your heart is mine just as mine is yours. Wherever you go, I’ll be there whether you think I am or not.
Love,
Frank Iero
She dropped the note and Lindsey quickly picked it up and scanned it over before trying to convince Angelica that Frank was just being stupid. He was heartbroken and being heartbroken sometimes makes people do or say stupid things. Angelica tried to keep her breathing normal as she walked up the stairs, grabbing a new outfit and quickly taking a shower.
The whole time she kept thinking about she wasn’t sure why exactly he was doing this. After all he never seemed to care much when they were together but now that she was gone he finally realized he missed out on something great. He missed her and truthfully she missed him and that scared her, especially with the way he was acting now.
***
Frank was ignoring everyone’s calls. He was at the apartment trying to decide what to do. If she wouldn’t talk to him willingly then he would have to make her. All Frank had to do was decide how he was going to do that. He couldn’t just flat out corner her or hide in her car again, no this time he had to hold her hostage.
Frank thought about Angelica as he smoked a blunt. He missed the feel of her lips against his, the way she always smelt of strawberries, and her laughter. The way she laughed was adorable. If it was a real laugh it was loud and sometimes she couldn’t help but snort in the cutest way possible. She always looked beautiful to him even with no makeup on and her hair tied up in a loose bun.
He released the smoke out of his nose, feeling his buzz coming on. His eyes instantly found the picture of Angelica and him after one of MCR’s concerts a few months back. Frank tossed the joint into the ashtray and stood up, walking over to the picture. He took it off the wall and held it in his hands, running his fingers over the glass. His heart began to race and he suddenly knew what he had to do. Dropping the picture and letting it smash to floor, Frank didn’t even care as he raced to the bedroom and began devising a plan and packing things.
3/30/13