Then Why Am I Dead? ➵ Frerard

The Incident

"Do you believe in life after death?" The stranger said as soon as Frank opened the door.

"I'm so sorry, I really don't have time for this right now," Frank apologized and quickly closed the door on the guy's face. He didn't want to be mean, but he really didn't have the time. He was being late on his wedding day and didn't want to make the bride wait. The ceremony was gonna start in an hour and he didn't even start getting ready yet.

"God will punish you for your acts, young man," he heard the guy yell from the other side of the door. "Hell will be waiting for you!"

"I'm sorry!" Frank yelled back and ran up the stairs, where his dad and friends were waiting for him.

"Common Frank!" He heard James call from his room. "Move your ass!"

"I'm coming," Frank yelled back as he took the last step of the stairs.

"Who was it?" His dad asked when he got in his room.

"Some religious dude trying to spread God's word," Frank replied as he took his black tuxedo, his button-up shirt, the tie and the black pants, and headed to the bathroom connected to his room to get changed. He quickly got it on, expect the tie because he might be 22 years old, but he didn't learn how to tie a tie yet.

"Dad, I need you to tie my tie," Frank said as he got out of the bathroom.

"God, Frank you're so unorganized!" His dad groaned, "your hair looks like you just woke up. Do your hair, after I'll tie your tie."

"Come on here," Tyler said as he patted the chair in front of the big mirror. Frank went and sat on it, looking at himself inside the mirror. He really does look like shit.

Tyler started doing his hairstyle, putting some gel and pushing his hair backwards. This was unusual for Frank because he always has his hair in front of his face, but he can make an exception for this time. I mean, common, it's his wedding, he's not gonna look like an emo shit.

"You would've been on time if you started getting ready the moment I told you to. But NO, you had to play that last round of Call of PUBG or some shit," his dad started again. "Now you're gonna be late and embarrass yourself in front of everyone. In front of all the guests."

"We're NOT gonna be late dad," Frank said, not so sure of it, "and it's Call of Duty."

"Yeah, whatever," he turned to Tyler, "just do it faster."

"I'm trying!" Tyler groaned as he started to work 'faster.'

After less than 10 minutes, Tyler finished with his hair and Frank stood up, walking to his dad so he can now tie his tie.

"Gentlemen," his dad called, looking around at Frank's friends, "can I have some father-to-son private talk?"

Everyone nodded and started heading out. When the room was empty, his dad took the tie and started tying it.

"So, Frank, getting married huh?" His dad said, sighing at the end.

Frank laughed, "yeah, not like I have a choice."

"You're feeling obligated to marry?"

"If it was on me, I would've waited a little more, dad," Frank said, feeling a bit sad. He loves Jamia, don't get me wrong, but the only reason he proposed to her this soon was because of his parents' pressure.

"Treat Jamia well," his dad said, ignoring what Frank just said as he continued tying his tie, "she's coming form a really good family. You know me and her dad are really good friends, don't ruin that for me. You ruin that, you'll ruin a lot of good deals."