Confession

These Are The Lies And The Lives Of The Taken

Frank's POV

I went home smiling that night. "Well, Frank Iero. I think we're going to get along better than I thought before." When he said that all I could think about was how everything started to piece together.

I seen him everyday of the week, I have this fixation of his voice, he seems attracted to me, and I KNOW I'm attracted to him. We come from a similar past. We're going through the same thing. It just seems like we were meant to attract to each other.

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In the morning, Mom wants to start all over again. New day, same stuff.

"Have you turned from your horrid sin yet?" Mom asks sorda calm, and that's scary.

"Mom, I don't think I ever will. Why don't you accept me?" I ask.

"Don't question your mother." She says sternly, walking away. It seems like she is changing or realizing something. Its mysterious.

I don't want to ponder about it because then I'll give myself a headache trying to figure it out. Mysteries are a "love-hate" relationship. I just go to my room and play videogames.

Let me say, videogames that your mom gets you, are lame. You want to expect Call of Duty or Assassins Creed or something cool, but Mom doesn't "agree" with me playing those types of games. So she gets me these "good for you" games like Tetres and Donkey Kong. Not hating on the games, but playing them when you want excitement.... Its a sad hour in my room.

I place my controller on the TV stand and walk out of my room. "Isn't it time for me to go to the confession booth?"

Mom doesn't answer me. "Mom?"

I let out an over dramatic sigh. Texting Mom that I'm off to the church. I just want to talk to the guy behind it. And figure out why he thinks we're going to get along so well.

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"Hello?" I say sitting myself in the booth. "You there? Its me, Frank."

"Yes, Frank. Sorry. You was a bit late today, so I thought you weren't coming." He says.

"I'm here... I have a question."

"I'm all ears." He says. He sounds so innocently curious.

"How come I can't know who you are?"

"Who said you couldn't?" He says, a hint of joke in the air.

"I just figured. Can I know you? Let me see you." I beg.

"Ah, you see-"

"But I can't." I interrupt.

"Its a rule. Frank, I know you. I know how you look, act, etc. I know you. But you know close to nothing of me."

"Where's the fairness?" I ask.

"You've seen how fairness has worked in the world. Am I correct?" He asks. Sounding a bit offended.

"Yes, but I can't keep loving just a voice." My brain shut down. What did I just admit?!?!

"Love? My voice?" He sounds flattered but mostly shock.

Ignoring what he says, I continue. "I don't care how you look or who you are. I fell in love with your voice and I finally want to put a face to that voice. You said before, you're gay too. We could be together. No matter how each of us looks. I just want you." I sounded so sincere, only because I was.

I heard him sniffle as if he was crying. "Well, Frank Iero. You may have persuaded me to show and tell you, but not today. I'll start to tell you more of myself when I seem fit. But for now, you'll be talking."