The Jetset Life

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Frank was sitting Indian style on the grass with his back to us. I watched him lift a cigarette to his lips with his bloody, injured hand. It crackled as he took a long drag of it. It was a harrowing sight ...... that's for certain.

"Frank we've been looking all over you...." Austin says. Frank slight turns his head towards us, then looks back away.

"Well ..... you found me." He responds shortly.

"I know David can be a bastard, trust me, dudes got serious issues. But you gotta control your temper better man." Austin advises. Frank chuckles sarcastically, flicking the ash from his cigarette into the grass.

"So you came to lecture me..... are you my fucking mother?" He says back harshly.

"No, we came here to see what the fuck is going on with you." Austin bites back. "You've been acting weird since yesterday."

"Austin if I had shit say to you I would.......and I don't." Frank says sternly. "I don't need a fucking baby sitter, I can handle myself."

Austin shakes his head, getting ready to walk off like he had thrown in the towel about the situation.

"You know Frank, I've been your best friend for years now, and out of all the shit I put up with when it comes to you, I would think you'd at least give me the time if day to at least TRY to be supportive of you." Austin accuses.

"You wanna support me? Support me by leaving me the fuck alone." Frank snaps at him.

Austin throws up his hands and taps my arm, signaling we should go. I stand there awkwardly with my hands together in silence as Frank takes another hit, still not acknowledging me. I didn't want to give up on him that easy....... it obviously was a defense mechanism for him to push people away. 

Not talking about his problems was easier than talking about it. He needed compassion, not an ambush.

I walk a little closer behind him, he notices but he still didn't acknowledge me.

"I know why you're here at Blackheart Frank.... why you had to come here." I start to say. I noticed he looked up a little out of his trance.

"Gerard....." Austin exclaims.

"Just hold up, alright?" I interrupt putting my hand behind me. I turn my attention back to Frank.

"I know you hate my guts right now. I would too. And we haven't known each other forever, but if there's anything I've learned to know about you Frank....is that you are not a bad person. No matter how people paint you out to be. I never have seen you as that." I say.

"Me driving my parents out of the state and into addiction, not being able to take even the smallest shit from anyone, or the fact that probably by next week I'll be homeless cause I couldn't do what the fuck I needed to doesn't make me a good person does it though?" He argues back. Austin and I stand there, a bit stunned honestly.

"What do you mean homeless?" I ask for clarification. I notice Austin rubbing his eyes out of response.

"....... Forget I said anything about it." He says lowly. Frank gets up throwing his cigarette butt to the side in the grass, brushing past us to probably leave. But I hold his hand before he can walk off. I knew it was risky touching him, but there was no way I was letting him run off again. I watched him look up, almost like he was contemplating a reflex to pull on me.

"Listen...... I'm not gonna pretend to know all about you, your past, your home life or relationship. I was wrong to judge that, it wasn't my place. But you've dealt with a lot on your own when you don't have to. I don't know how I can help, but I want to." I say, holding his hand tightly. "Let us help you..... please..."

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