Separate Me From My Own Two Hands {Frerard}

The Poor Groom's Bride Is A Whore

My parents shook me awake and when I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and looked up at my parents, confused out of my mind as to why I was in the living room.

After remembering what my parents told me, I pushed past them and my first flight response was to call Chloe. I felt nauseous. This man had raised me my whole life and I didn't even know he wasn't my dad. I should've known. This guy is a real square and I'm like.... I'm like an irregular polygon.

My mom and.... "dad" tried to comfort me and I just pushed pass them and searched for my phone. When I found it, I dashed upstairs and began to dial Chloe's phone number from memory. When her voice answered I instantly felt relieved.

"Hello? Frank, what's wrong it's midnight", Chloe sounded frantic.

"Oh, shut up I know you're reading gay smut", I said. "I need to tell you something".

"What is it?" she laughed.

"Apparently my dad isn't my dad," I explained.

"Yeah, he's such a square and you're like.... an irregular polygon", she reflected.

"That's exactly what I was thinking", I nodded.

"Okay, why'd you call me?" Chloe asked.

"I don't know... I think," I paused. "I think I want to find my dad".

"Okay", Chloe said calmly.

I expected her to drink tea or something just to do a spit take. But no, she's very calm. I sighed.

"I don't know how to find him. You're smart and you do reasearchy stuff. How do you suggest I find him?" I asked.

"Ask your mom where he is and I'll take you. No matter how far away it is, I promise that you will meet your dad," Chloe oathed.

"Really?" I started to get excited.

"It'll be my birthday present to you", she smiled.

The birthday present I got from my mom was... surprise.

"Okay, we should go now," I got really jumpy.

"What?" Chloe sounded off-guard.

Que spit take.

"Come on. I'll ask my mom and we'll sneak out tonight. I have waited eighteen years to know my dad. I know I just found out that my dad is so-", I got cut off.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay", Chloe said. "Stop guilting me".

"Really?" I squealed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

A knock sounded on my door. I sighed and told Chloe I had to go and quickly hung up.

"Come in", I said.

The door opened to reveal the poser ass mother fucker who called himself my dad for eighteen years now. (A literal mother fucker haha I'll leave now.)

"Frank?" he asked.

"Yes?" I felt awkward knowing that this man pretended to be my father.

"Let me tell you a story", he said.

Oh, my dad is going to tell me a bed time story. Great. He handed me an envelope.

"This is your birthday gift but don't open it until I leave. Okay?" he assured.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Your mom had an affair with me while engaged to your dad. Frank is your real father, but I'm his.... I'm his brother. Everytime I leave on business trips to New Jersey I see him. He thinks he did something wrong. He wants to see you, but he thinks you'll hate him. Give him a chance", he explained and began to leave.

"Wait, how do I see him? Come back!" he just left me sitting there.

This made me angry and I got up and stomped over to my door.

"Fine, fuck you too", I yelled at my... uncle.

My mom was a whore. Oh yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore. I slammed the door because he left the goddamn door open (probably how him and my mom got caught in the first place) and I went back into bed, sobbing into my pillow. The emo flooded onto my white pillow case. My eyeliner stained these pillows frequently, but not because I was ever crying before.

My phone rang and I just let it go to voicemail. This kept happening until the callers fourth try. I picked up my phone, not realizing it was finally midnight. I clicked answer and saw the caller I.D. as Chloe.

"Frank I'm on my way over, be ready", she said before hanging up.

Maybe she was angry, maybe she was in a hurry. I didn't fucking know. I filled a backpack with clothes. I didn't know how I was going to find my dad, but my uncles gift was probably money so I'd keep that. His name was Frank, so I knew his name at least. I wonder how betrayed he felt when my mom fucked his brother.

I pulled on a hoodie and shoved the envelope in my pocket, making sure I had everything before going downstairs silently and leaving my house without being caught. I mentally cheered myself on because of my success. I waited for Chloe and before she could come to a complete stop, I threw the door open and hopped in.

"Where are we going?" Chloe asked.

"Umm, New Jersey?" I said.

"That's not far. That's like an hour drive from here", Chloe shrugged. "Where to in Jersey?"

I shrugged. Chloe exhaled slowly.

"You don't know?" she said through her teeth.

"When we get in Jersey I'll Google him, I know his name, now let's ride", I urged.

She sighed and began driving. When we got into a small town in Jersey we decided to stop and eat. The only 24 hour place I could think of was... McDonald's.

We stopped at the closest one and went up to the door to get in. When we yanked the door, it stood still. What the fuck kind of McDonald's isn't open for 24 hours?

Assumably, a worker came up to the door and opened it.

Wow. He was smokin'.