Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 2
Franks p.o.v

I knew it was a bad idea, taking all those drugs at once. I was on a little molly, a lot of cocaine, and ecstasy that was leftover from my last drug deal.
I lie on the ground outside of a local bar, my head fuzzy, my body feeling like it was being lifted from the ground. I couldn’t feel anything, except for the fading feeling of life, leaving my body gradually. I couldn’t tell what time it was, but i had guessed it to be one in the morning. It'd be a long time before someone found me.
I stay there, unmoving, unspeaking, waiting for this life to be over, but I had no idea that's what i really wanted. The low light if the street seems so far, I feel so far from everything.
It seems to be getting darker, I thought, but then I realised that wasn’t because the street lights were going out.
I was dying. I was going to die, and no one would find me until morning.
I was fucking dying, and I loved it.
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3rd person p.o.v.
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“Hello?” Linda Iero says, answering her home phone. She had been cleaning her large house, a duster in hand, her dark hair in a high ponytail.
“Hello,this is st. Mary's hospital, is this Mrs. Iero?” A light, professional voice asks.
“Yes, this is she?” She responds in a polite tone, setting her cleaner and duster down.
“It seems your son, Frank Iero, has been admitted into the hospital a little over 5 hours ago.” The voice tells her begrudgingly, a sad tone etched into her voice. Linda's mouth drops, a pang of worry taking over her small frame.
“Wh-what? Why? Is he okay?” Linda rushes out, a shocked look on her lovely, pamper face.
“I’m afraid I can’t release that information on the phone. You’ll have to come to the hospital.” She answers, sympathy in her voice.
“O-okay. Thank you.” Linda says, hanging up the phone. She ran upstairs, throwing on one of her many house dresses, and a thin caot that matched. She grabbed her shoes and rushed downstairs, getting her keys and purse.
“Honey! Kendel! Frank is in the hospital, get down here, we need to leave!” She shouts as loud as she possibly could, trying desperately to get their attention.
Kendal, Franks brother, rushes down the stairs, a horrified look on his face.
“Is he okay? Why is he there?” he asks, running down the stairs, his girlfriend, Lyric, in tow.
“I don’t know yet.” She sighs, a worried frown etched on her face. “Where’s your father?”
“Work.” He says, pulling on his shoes frantically. “Babe, get your shoes on ‘kay?”
“M’kay.” Lyric says, grabbing her wedges she set by the door earlier. Linda exits the house, opening the garage and getting in her expensive convertible. Lyric and Kendel follow, worried looks on their young faces.
Linda rushes to the hospital, running quite a few of red lights. She didn’t care though, she just needed Frank to be okay. The whole way her mind was racing, her heart not doing much better.
Linda might have been rich, and her husband might have run an entire industry, and her family might have been spoiled as hell, but she did in fact have a heart.
Perhaps she had too big of a heart, cared a little too much. She had always been an overly protective mother, but lately Frank had pushed her completely out if his life, and she didn’t know a single thing about him.
Including the fact he did drugs, and the fact her husband knew.
When she pulled up to the hospital, she immediately got out, followed by the others as she practically ran into the hospital. She rushed to the counter where several nurses stood, one to greet, and the others were information runners, for when their was an update on a patient.
Linda rushes to the counter, trying to look calm, but failing miserably.
“Hello, my son is here, i got a call. His name is Frank iero?” She says eagerly, looking wide eyed at the nurse.
The nurse nods and smiles politely, before entering the name into the computer to local Frank in the hospital. She frowns when she see’s Frank location. Intensive are, as Frank had just finished getting his stomach pumped from the pills he had took, but they, unfortunately, couldn't get the cocain from his blood stream, but it would be wearing off by now.
“One second please.” She says, before turning around and rushing down a series of corridors.
Linda stands there, mystified by the nurses leaving. That always meant something bad.
Her eyes begun to tear up, and her knees began to shake. Her breathe was heavier than normal due to her heart pounding in her chest. Kendal willed himself not to cry like his mother, as he put his arm around her small frame, finding she was shaking with fear. Fear that her son was in fact not okay, fear he was dead.
But maybe that was best for Franklin Anthony Iero, as he was so broken you cannot very well just fix him. No, Frank was beyond saving...if it wasn’t for a certain red head drug dealer, that could possibly save this boy’s poor, retched soul.
That is, of course, if Frank wasn’t already dead.
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I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through
The pain
When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishin' that I would die
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye, you finally see the light
It's amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

Notes

Well. Rather mad at myself for this.