A Taste Of Fratricide (Frank IeroXMale reader)

Made To Break Hearts

'(Y/n)...wake up...' A soft, gentle voice called to me.
'Mm...Frank...?' I groaned, still half asleep.
'Yeah, (Y/n). It's me, wake up...' The voice called again. I slowly opened my eyes and took in the scene around me. I was in a unfamiliar bedroom with Frank by my side. We were both unclothed and exposed, making the realisation slap me in the face. 'I made you dinner! Well...I ordered pizza, but I still put in the effort!' Frank grinned before gesturing to the pizza on the end of his bed.
'Thanks, Frank.'
'I was hoping we could finish it quickly and then go for a walk or something...' Frank mumbled softly, looking straight into my eyes.
'Frank, listen...I...we can't be together. I've done things, Frank. It's best if we just forget this ever happened. I don't want to hurt you.' I sighed loudly, taking Frank's hands in mine and running the back of his hand with my thumb. Frank's smile faded, and was replaced with pure sadness.
'But...(Y/n), I really like you! You're so much different to everyone else! You're beautiful! Please, (Y/n), I-'
'Frank...I just don't want to hurt you. Really. If I could, I'd love to date you...but I've done terrible things. Things that I regret. Frank, I...I can't hurt you. Please, leave me. Don't get involved with me.' I placed my hand on his cheek which was already burning red.
'No! (Y/n), please! Don't leave me alone! I can't be alone again! I-It's unbearable! Please!' Frank pleaded, wrapping his arms around me and falling into my chest.
'Frank...stop, please. You'll get by without me. While I'm here, we might as well be together.'

'(Y/n)! We're home!'
'....'
'(Y/n)?'
'....'
'(Y/n)!'
'Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!'

I sat up in cold sweat, laying next to me was Frank who was tightly grasping into my arm. The sun shon through his curtain, hitting Frank right in the face. He looked perfect. I tried to slide my arm from his grasp, but my moving caused him to open his eyes.
'Good morning.' Frank smiled, dragging me back.
'Yeah..'
'I was wondering if we could go have dinner tonight. Since, y'know, you don't want me to around.'
As Frank. Spoke, I tried to free my arm but failed tremendously. He was stronger then he looked. It was strange how his personality didn't fit his physical appearance at all. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, but had the personality of an eight year old.
'Frank, I want you around. But it's not safe. I'm going to go home. We won't speak again.'
Frank begged and pleaded, but I had made up my mind.
I won't let him love me.
I won't hurt him.

'I hope you all had a nice weekend! Let's get started!' Mr. Mackenzie grinned as everyone opened up their work books. I noticed Frank looking over at me every few seconds. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn't slept.
'Frank, could you please come up here?' Mr. Mackenzie smiled as Frank shambled from his desk to the board. He looked as if his mind were somewhere else. He began writing, but they weren't the words we all expected.
'I can't sleep. I'm alone.'
Frank was sloppily dragging the marker across the board, forgetting all about the class behind him.
'U-Um...Frank, would you like to take a walk? Maybe get some water?'
'No...I need (Y/n)...'

The teacher sent Frank and I out of the room for a walk. We were only in the halls, but Frank was nervous. He breathes really fast when he's nervous.
'Frank, what's wrong with you?' I finally spoke.
'I'm lost...everyone is leaving...' His voice was flat and surprisingly dull for his personality.
'Who's leaving?'
'You...my dad...'
The moment he mentioned his father, I was curious.
'Frank, why don't you see a councillor or something?' We stopped walking and I placed my hand on his shoulder.
'I can't trust them...'
'Why do you trust me?' I mumbled as Frank lifted his head, staring up at me.
'You've been hurt. I know it.' Frank kept staring at my lips, unable to take his eyes away.
'Frank, you can't be around me. I've done bad things! I can't hurt anyone else! Stop making me so happy! I don't deserve-'
Frank got his tippy toes and pressed his lips on mine.
'Why don't you deserve to be happy?' He mumbled before pressing his forehead again mine.
'F-Frank I...I can't tell you. There's blood on my hands-'
'I won't run away. Just tell me...'
Tears began welling in my eyes as I spoke.
'Frank, I killed my family...'