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So, This Is My Life?

Frank's POV

Everything hurts even when I'm in my soft bed. It's been a week sense my first encounter with that jerk, and he left bruises everywhere.
He kept telling me to stop talking.. and looking at him.

This is how it all started anyways. But I can't help it. Why can't I look at him?
He has porcelain skin.. long black hair.

Some may think he looks like a troll, and he might just be self conscious.. or he has some home life problems. Which is the main reason anyone ever bullies, the school councilor told me so.

I cant possibly stop thinking about him, it's like he beat himself into my flesh. Every bruise reminds me of him. And I don't know what to think about any of this.

"Frankie.." my mother broke me out of thoughts as she opened my bedroom door. Her damaged red hair stuck out in all different places and her makeup from the day before smudged her pale white face.

"Yes?"

"..Are you gonna be okay with going to school today?" she said in a sweet plastic tone of voice.

"No." I mumbled into my pillow.

She laughed. "Come on! School just starting out."

I groan.. "Ma.."

"Don't let some boy ruin your education.. he'll go away eventually."

"Eventually?"

She rolled her eyes at me, her mood instantly shifting. "Get up or you'll serve your time in the basement."

"Fine!" I growl, she smirks and leaves me alone again, with my thoughts.


I get up out of my bed and move over to my closet, and I pull out my favorite shirt. A white shirt with my favorite word 'cunt' on it.
I slip off what I'm already wearing and put on the shirt and matching black skinny jeans.

I then limp over to my bathroom, and fix my fucked up face with some clear mascara and lip balm. I run some gel through my brown hair.

"Good enough." I mutter and run down stairs.

Whenever mom saw me, her smile faded to a disappointed frown.

"Frank. Go put on a different shirt... are you wearing make up? No wonder everyone thinks you're a faggot.."

I shook my head and stared at my shoes..

"Fine. Wear a jacket then."

I stomped upstairs and grabbed a grey hoodie.

When I came back downstairs with it on, it was as if the past seconds didn't happen she smiled.

"Coffee's on the table, munchkin." she mumbled while adding some vodka to her own
-wake me up- concoction.

I smiled at her and went for it, the hot liquid warmed me up and made me feel ten million times better.

"Thank you mom."

"It's six thirty.. we got to get going.."

I was going to school, just the thought of it made me involuntarily touch the bruise on my cheek.
I hissed in pain.

"Please mama."

"No Frankie... you're going."

"Mam-.."

"You. Are. Going." she interrupted.

I stomped my foot on the tile.

"Frank Iero, you are fifteen, not five. Start acting like it." she screamed at me.

"But mom!"

"No buts, now, take the keys and drive yourself, or does mommy need to take you?" she mocked.

I glared at her and held my hands out for the keys.

"Don't you dare go against my better judgement Frankie." she says curtly.

"Okay, ma." I say, holding back my tears.

Notes

Fun little fanfic I'm writing over the summer.

Nothing too special, rate.. comment and subcribe for more terrible shit.


Comments

@petewentztheemogod
also in the last chapter i mentioned how Gerard wanted to do dirty things wt Frank and so in this chapter he let those
feelings overcome his his sense of rationality

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/25/16

@petewentztheemogod
so yeah.. in the last chapter i mentioned the shit storm.. i left you about a week to interpret what that meant.. and so this is the shit storm. enjoy? cx <3?

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/25/16

what?????? the????????? fuck??????????????????

THE LAST CHAPTER WOULDNT LOAD FOR ME TO EDIT IT SO THERE ARE SOME CRINGEY MISTAKES...SORRY!!

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/22/16

@petewentztheemogod

:)

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/22/16