𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 2

No one could stop adolescence. Yet Frank had to be a man before his time. There was no way of getting love from his mother and it was breaking his heart, but he acted like he didn't care. He loved pissing her off out of spite.
"Turn that fucking down, Frankie." Frank's mother said while knocking on his door, being drunk as always. But he turned it up even louder. Then she entered his room full of stolen vinyls, posters and even a bass guitar that Frank pretended he could play. He wanted to be a bass player. But things just didn't work out. Maybe if he became a bassist, everything could have turned out differently. Suddenly his mother stopped the music.
"What's that?" She asked.
"What's it look like?" He said angry as always.
"Where did you get it?"
"He probably stole it." A random guy added. He was yet another boyfriend of Frank's mother. And Frank saw him.
"Who the fuck is this guy?"
"You think I don't know where you got all this shit?" She grabbed some vinyl and threw it aside.
"So you noticed what I did, for once?" Anger started building up inside Frank's broken heart.
"Don't you talk your mother like that, you little prick." The drunk man said.

"Seriously, who the fuck are you? You know what? I don't even care. You're gonna be out tomorrow anyways." Who knows, maybe he got a point.
"You wanna know who this is? He's another man in my life that you're gonna drive away JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH YOUR FUCKING FATHER." She shouted drunkenly.
"I WAS TWO YEARS OLD, YOU BITCH. HE LEFT YOU." Frank shouted to his mother yet again. Then she got her manipulating look and mockingly said:
"Then how come he never tried to call you again, Frankie?" Now that was too much for him.
"FUCK YOU. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE." He slammed the bass against the wall and pushed his mother out of the room.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, FRANKIE." She shouted again.
"FUCK." Frank started making a mess in his room. Random screaming and swearing couldn't stop Frank from lifting the mattress and taking a little pocket knife. Then he just opened the door and slit his wrist in front of his mother's scared face.

The main purpose of this self destructive deed was precisely getting his own mother arrested. When the cops came to their apartment, Frank told them that she attacked him with a knife. Then some nurses came and took care of his wound. A police officer explained to him that if his mother got arrested, he would be in juvenile home until eighteen. Then he was left with his mother to talk.
"Come on, Frankie. Why are you doing this? I'm your mother." She whined. Hearing that, Frank stood up.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I wanted a mom but you only cared about yourself and all of your stupid boyfriends."
"Listen to me, Frankie-"
"Now you listen to me, okay? I'm not gonna see you. I'm not gonna answer to you. You're just gonna leave me alone... Deana."
"Frankie... Fine. Do what you want." She gave up.
Maybe this little man wanted her to care about him, but it's too late for this.

Meanwhile, Moira got her fair share of adolescent problems and struggles. She isolated herself from her parents. Even her sister Stacey was scared of pissing Moira off with no explainable reason. But one afternoon...
"Mom, dad. Come here." Stacey shouted.
"Oh God, what happened?" The mother came and saw that Moira was lying on the floor holding an empty pill bottle.
"We have to call the ambulance." The father said.

They were at the hospital. Moira woke up seeing her family's worried faces. She felt even more guilty. Then she started crying.
"Why mom? Why am I the way I am? I can't even talk with someone without doubting everything they say. It's killing me. Why I'm here? You shouldn't have saved me."
"But Moira, you have no idea how special you are." Her father tried to comfort her.
"Everyone has a gift. It's just that you believe it's a curse. Just think about your trust issues as a blessing." Her mom added.
"But how is that a blessing?"
"Imagine that you become a detective. You're going to use your trust issues to investigate further in a case. You're going to suspect everything and everyone until you find out the truth."
"But how will I know what's the truth?"
"When you have trust issues you tend to believe in your instincts even more, don't you?"
"That sounds logical."
"You see? You think reasonably and logically. And you're only a teenage girl. Imagine how much smarter you're going to be when you grow up."

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry, dad. I didn't know what I was doing. Where's Stacey?"
"She's at school still. But I think she's going to be really happy to talk with you."
"I don't think so. She'll get scared. She saw me lying on the floor."
"That's why you'll talk with her, She needs you. And I'm sure you need her too."
"You're right mom. By the way, I wonder how you still want me. All I ever do is hurt you."
"Don't say it. You're our sweet daughter and we will always love you."
"I will love you all forever too."

A.n.: Heyyy, I just wanted to tell you that I tried so hard to rewrite that part from "The dirt" but ended up changing a word or two because of my not so good English. I hope you like it anyway.