Frank's POV

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I sat in my car looking up at our house. It was relatively large. Bigger than most on the block. I sighed, reflecting on my visit with my sick aunt. Alzheimers had grabbed her at an age younger than most. 62. It was sad to see her with no memory, not even remembering Jacob. Jacob was my older brother. He was two years older than me, only 14 when he hacked up his wrists in the bathtub of our old house with a box cutter, bleeding out the last bits of life he had in him. Near the end it was hard for me to remember him smiling, or telling a joke flawlessly. But now that's all I could remember. His flat smile and his bluish-greenish eyes eyes were permanently etched into my mind. I saw him when I slept, when I looked at my ceiling in the dark, hell, I saw him when I blinked. I saw him in Lyn.

I got out of my car, walking slowly to the front door. I glanced around for mom's car, which evidently wasn't there. I stopped at the door, fumbling with my keys. Finally I found the right one and jammed it into the keyhole. The wind flew the door open with more force than I anticipated and I walked in. Turning the corner, I saw something I couldn't comprehend.

"Ge... Gerard?" I spit out. I understood what was happening in front of me, but for some reason, it didn't phase me. Like I was watching it happen to someone else.

"I..." Gerard stood stunned. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door. My eyes shot at Lyn, tears burning my eyelids. I ran after him, not able to catch up. Slowly, I walked back into the house, not caring that I left the door open.

"Frank, I-" Lyn started.

"Don't you fucking dare! Don't..." My voice trailed off, tears spilling out onto my cheeks. "You've done this too many times! And why? Because you can't keep your own fucking boyfriend? Because they all use you? Because they all know you're a whore?!" I screamed.

"Frank!" She yelled trying to stop me, crying now herself.

"No! You don't have the right to speak! You don't have the right!" I flung my hand backward, knocking over a vase full of some plant. It fell onto the ground, breaking the pot into little pieces. Lyn ran past me, locking herself in her room. I sunk to the ground, crying in the fetal position. I felt around my pockets to find my phone, and I called Gerard. After a few rings he answered, but the line was silent.

"Gerard? Gerard..." I spoke softly into the phone. Still nothing. “Look, Gerard, I’m not mad. I just want to talk… Lyn explained it all.”

“Wh-What did she say?” He spoke back.

"It wasn’t your fault Gerard. I know it was her… It wasn’t the first time.” Which was true. Four times. Every boyfriend I've had.

“But I was every part involved as her! I knew it was wrong!”

"Baby..." I whispered "I forgive you."

"Wh- Why? I fucked up! That's all I do!" He wept.

"Just get back over here." Eventually I hung up, waiting for him to show up. It took him a half hour, but he showed.

"I-I'm so sorry. I can't-" He sighed "I love you" He flung his arms around me and held me tightly. Everything felt perfect, but with and uncomfortable undertone, like someone had died. I kissed his neck, letting him get his feelings out.

Notes

Ayyyyyy another chapter look at that. SO Idk if I'm going to continue this? It's not really going anywhere and I don't think it really will. But in the meantime, I hope you enjoy it.

!Onyx!