Frank's POV

I stared up at the house in silence, trying to stem the flow of emotions. I constructed a mental wall between me and my feelings about being here again.
"Frankie, do you want us to go in for you?"Marcie asked quietly. I glanced at her before taking a deep breath in and shaking my head.

"I can do this,"I took in another deep breath and started walking up the path to the front door, the security light flicking on and giving me a fright. It was locked. I reached down and picked up the rock in the pot of the tree. Underneath was the spare key. After all this time, no one had thought to do something about this house. Thank christ.
I unlocked the front door and slowly creaked open the door and stared into the gloomy darkness. It smelt like rotten food and sadness. I took a step in and gagged.

"Oh my god. It fucking stinks! What the hell is that?!"I turned around and motioned for the girls to come in.
"Oh my god. Frankie what is the smell?"Vicky choked out.
"I've got some idea,"I uttered out, not wanting my mouth open for too long. I walked into the lounge and flicked the light on,"Oh fuck. Jesus christ."

Everything was exactly the same as when I had last seen it. Literally. All the food from my birthday party was still there. After Mum had died, no one had cleaned up. We had all said we'd do it in the morning. But then Nana Kat had dragged us up to Washington for the funeral the morning after. None of us had gotten a chance to.
"What the fuck? That is revolting,"Deandra coughed,"Okay. I'm gonna go with Miranda and get some cleaning shit. You guys start airing this place out some."

Before I could tell her not to worry and that I would do it, she was gone.
"Alright Vicky. Lets do this. Frank needs a bit of time to deal and then he can help,"Marcie walked over to the front window and managed to crack it open. As they started walking around, my eyes fell on the table where Mum had put all my presents. I had never even opened them. I slowly walked over and looked down at them all. Claire's was jumping out at me with the multi coloured home made wrapping paper.

I picked it up and it fell open. I couldnt help but laugh. She had gotten a little photo holder. It was a zombie with his mouth open and hands in the air, gripping something. Underneath him was a photo of me helping Claire play the guitar. I set the wrapping paper down and put the photo into the zombies hands. There had to be a card somewhere. I looked down and saw it peeking out from underneath Ray's.

"To Frankie. Even though a lot of the time you arent there, I love you lots. Happy birthday. Lots of love, Claire (your favourite sister) xoxoxoxox,"Tears pricked my eyes as I set the whole thing down and stared at it.
Marcie appeared at my side,"You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just missing my sisters,"I sighed. I looked back at the present and almost punched myself,"Charlie!"
"Sorry?"

"Charlie. I used to work with him. I should give him a call,"I pulled my phone out and scrolled down to his name and called him.
"Hello?"
"Charlie! Its Frank."
"Frank? Uh hey. Whats up?"He sounded nervous.

"I got out today and I'm back in Sn Diego. I'm gonna buy a place and start a coffee shop. You wanna work with me?"I asked hopefully. Please dont be scared of me. Please.
"I uh... Um I'm not sure..."
"Well are you working right now?"
"No... I mean yes. Yeah I am. I cant."
"Bullshit. Listen, can we get together? And I can explain to you exactly why I went to prison okay? Killing 7 people should have gotten me more than four years but I had mental problems. Please just meet up with me so I can explain,"I sighed.

"Alright. I guess I can meet up tomorrow. Text me the details, I gotta go,"He sighed.
"Definitely. Awesome. Thanks,"I hung the phone up and slipped it into my pocket,"Jesus christ."

"What's Charlie like?"Vicky asked from the kitchen.
"He's pretty awesome. His hair is always different colours every time I see him,"I walked in as I heard Miranda and Deandra pull up outside. Miranda had been really nice. After a quick word from Deandra telling her not to talk to me about Gerard, she had been all fun and games. These three girls were ridiculously nice and I had completely taken back my thoughts about them being annoying teenage girls. They were all actually only one year younger than me, twenty one. Except for Miranda. She was twenty three.
"Alright! We've got rubbish bags! Cleaning sprays! Cleaning tools aaaaand face masks. Lets get going shall we?"Deandra and Miranda dropped the shopping bags and grinned at us.