Frerard - Remember Me!

14

"Hey Frankie!" Mikey smiled through the handset of his cell phone.

"Frank?" he repeated, getting no response from the caller.

"Yeah. It's me" Frank all but whispered down the phone.

"Frank? You ok?" Mikey asked with concern for his friend.

Frank was silent once again for several moments; only the faint sound of his breathing audible to Mikey.

"Frank?"

"He's gone" Frank simply stated quietly.

"What? What do you mean? Gee?"

"Yeah" Frank repeated. "He's gone."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mikey asked in a panic.

Frank swallowed hard and wiped the tears that seemed to have been trailing down his face constantly for the last hour and a half.

"He's gone back to her" he explained solemnly.

"WHAT? No! What do you mean?"

Frank said nothing. His silence was enough to make Mikey lose his shit with Frank.

"FRANK? FUCKING TALK TO ME!"

"He's gone Mikey. He's fucking gone back to her. That's it."

"Why? What the fuck's happened? In fact, I'm coming round. You'd better have some good fucking explanation when I get there man!" Mikey shouted before hanging up on Frank.

Frank went back to his previous position on the couch and curled into a tight ball, remaining there motionless until he was rudely interrupted by the banging on the door an hour or so later.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and took a deep breath to prepare himself for the wrath of Mikey. Swinging the door open, he simply turned and walked back into his home – a raging Mikey following hot on his heels.

He again sat on the couch and just looked at Gerard's brother, who was pacing around and shouting at Frank. He didn't really take in his words at first, but once he'd composed himself he could hear the questioning and accusing coming from him:

"Why the fuck would you let him leave?"

"Did she come here?"

"Why didn't you talk some sense into him?"

"How could you just let him go?"

"You should have called me!"

"Where is he now?"

Did you do anything at all Frank, or just sit there like a fucking idiot like you are now?"

"Fuck you Mikey!" Frank finally retaliated, standing to square up to the taller man.

Mikey tensed his jaw but stayed quiet, awaiting Frank's justification for allowing his brother to walk out of their lives all over again.

"Fuck you" Frank now said quieter but with no real venom to his words as he again slumped down onto the sofa and dropped his head into his hands.

"I'm sorry man" Mikey softened. "I just................I don't get it. Fuck, what happened?"

"She came back" Frank snarled. "She came back with her pack of lies and fucking messed with his head."

"What did she tell him?"

"She told him that we'd all fucking abandoned him when he was sick, and that's the reason she lied about you all being fucking dead - to protect him from the truth that his family had deserted him."