Bound To You (The Grabber FanFiction)

And I'll Cry If I Want To

Albert
Often times when I spoke to Frank, I began to forget the reason I befriended him in the first place. We really had come a long way from our small talk about the weather. Now he was airing out his family's dirty laundry to me. Frank, and I were close in age. We grew up in the same town, on the same block. It wasn't hard to believe we would get along. But despite this newfound friendship I stumbled upon, the real reason I was sitting here was because Abigail Dean. She was the only thing on my mind since the day I met her. That's why I had been comforting her father for the past twenty minutes. It was for my personal gain, and I'd never pretend otherwise.

I was in no place to be judging anyone, I knew that much. However, from where I sat Mary Ann was the villain in this story. She made this mess. And with no remorse she left Frank to clean it up. She returned to her backyard party. That clearly party that wasn't to honor their late son. It was to remind Galesburg that she experienced a tragedy. The same tragic fate that so many mothers in this town had shared. So many children had disappeared since George, but  according to Marry Ann Dean no one could know suffering the way she did.

Frank was sitting in the aftermath of her actions. He looked sick, physically sick. It was telling by his yellowing skin, and his red watery eyes.

"Jesus," Frank groaned.

He ran a hand over his mouth.

"I'm mortified that you had to listen to that."

"Nothing to apologize for."

I cleared my throat.

"I'll be the bearer of bad news here, I think you have bigger fish to fry."

Frank looked at me with a half smile. He had something he wanted to say, but from the way he averted his eyes I know he wasn't going to say it.

"You're a good," he paused. "A good neighbor. We don't have many left in this town."

"That's what happens...fear makes people do crazy things, Frank. Turns them into animals."

"Yeah, yeah." Frank looked at me intensely. "You are a good man, listening to all this crap."

"It's not healthy for men our age to isolate ourselves." I shrugged. "It's true I read that somewhere."

"I believe that." He nodded his head. Frank scoffed. "I'd never speak poorly about Mary Ann, but—."

Frank sighed and shook his head. He didn't continued, because he didn't want to say what we both were thinking.

"All due respect."I shrugged my shoulders. "But your wife left you high and dry on this one."

"You're right," he whispered.

"God, I don't know what to do," he sighed. "I don't even know what to say to her."

I extended my legs and folded my hands in my lap. I looked back at front door directly behind us.

"Abigail?"

Frank nodded. Then he dropped his head down into his hands.

"What do you say to your little girl after that? What the hell do I say?"

"Well, she's a smart kid, no?"

"Oh god, don't let her catch you calling her that a...kid..."

He raised his brows, and chuckled. He massaged his temples.

"She almost bit my head off this morning."

I knew Abigail hated being treated like a child, she told me time and time again. I knew how to hit her where it hurt. Now I realized I was only kicking her when she was down.