Neubeginn (noun. german)
After a failed attempt, doesnt it feel great to start over?
New beginning.My mother told me about the phone call. Better yet, she told me exactly what Frank Iero has said to her.
And I couldn't believe it.He didnt call my mother to complain about me and decline further services.
He didnt even mention what had happened and even asked my mother if I had said anything about today to her.
And that wasn't even the end of it. He even specifically asked for me to come again next time.
Honestly... I dont know what to make of this.Why would he want me to come back after our rough start and his usual dislike of other cleaners?
The best guess I had would be that he wanted to finish his job and hit me with that statue thing for good after I didnt give him the chance to do so.
I mean... I literally just left without him being able to say anything about me calling him a moron and I already knew that this wouldn't go by without any consequences.And just like all the times you're dreading for something to come, time flies by in an instance.
So the following week until it was time to get back to Iero's place passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye I found myself standing in front of the door of apartment number five.
I had begged my mother not to send me here again but of course my request was met by deaf ears.
I also begged her to give me the spare key she had for Ieros apartment so I had at least the chance of getting there, doing my job and leaving again but she also said 'no' to that.
I knew that this was all a punishment from her side and I honestly dont think I deserve it.
I only took her side in an argument and defended her so I dont understand why I was being punished here.But when it comes to my mother there is no point in starting a whole argument about that.
I sighed. I needed to knock on the door. Maybe he wasnt home in the first place and I could go home again!
Though the chances of that were really low because back in that phone call with my mother he specifically said - and I quote - "do not worry about the key, I will be there to let your son in and then he can grab it himself"Is it just me or does this sound like a threat?
Needless to say I really didnt want to go into this apartment again but jow that I've knocked it was already too late.
And of course soon enough I could hear footsteps on the other side of the door.I took a deep breath and almost choked on my own saliva when the door opened suddenly.
Fuck that scared me.Half of the face of Frank Iero glared at me from behind the wooden barrier between us, the other half was hidden, which gave him an even more sinister look.
But at least he had clothes on this time.
"Uh...", I started. Why was I so nervous?
I could just get everything over with, apologise and leave.
I scratched my neck while he was still silently glaring at me, not even bothering to open the door even an inch further.
"So... uh... I left the key here last time and... would like to pick it up and... do my job so...", I managed to say with more than a little hesitation in my voice.
At least I didnt stutter this time."I know", he said after a few more seconds of very awkward silence.
Damn... his voice was so deep.
Why hadn't I noticed that before.
If I hadn't known better I could have sworn that it had sent a shiver down my spine.But he still wouldn't open the damn door for me.
"Uhm... could I maybe come in?", I asked.
I tried to sound as politely as I could and even managed to force a smile on my face.Frank (I decided to call him by his first name in my head because he disnt deserve the respect of a full name) frowned a little and eyed me up and down.
I swear to god if he keeps me outside any longer I will just turn around and leave. At least I could say that I've tried.
But apparently I wasnt going to get that lucky because without any further notice Frank fully opened the door, turned around and walked right into the back of the apartment.I followed him a little hesitantly and closed the door behind me.
I even took off my shoes because even though it was probably too late, I wanted to show him that I was indeed able to behave myself.But he didnt even bother to turn around and watch me being in his apartment.
He just went straight to the living room area.When I got there I was instantly a little overwhelmed. Now I could actually see Frank next to the picture hanging on the wall that I was so obsessed with.
And I was right: he was the guy in the photograph.
Just... a little more real.
And that just made matters worse because my brain just couldn't grasp how a man so beautiful on a canvas could be such an asshole in real life.I was kind of pushed out of my own thoughts when Frank sat down on the couch with a big sigh.
What was I supposed to do now?
Should I just start doing my job and search for the key myself?
Or was he waiting for me to talk to him about our last encounter?Obviously I didnt know him well but something told me that he would be the kind of person that gives you the silent treatment until you apologise.
On the one hand I could just swallow my pride and give him what he wants.
But on the other hand I just couldnt give up without a fight, right?
My mother didnt raise me to be like this.
But then again... wasnt this exactly what she wanted?"I will start now"
That's all I said. I dont know if that meant that I had lost the silent fight that wasn't even really a fight.
But I hoped that I could at least show him that I could handle this as an adult that just wants to do his job!And I honestly thought that this was it as I got to turn around and head to the kitchen, but as I took my first step away from the couch, Frank's voice startled me.
"Just where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Fuck... I knew this had only been the calm before the storm.
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