Three Facts

Chapter Eight

I lay in bed, listening to the heavy falling rain outside. Tonight was fun. I believe everyone got a lot of candy. Including me. I'm starting to miss Bandit, Grandma Elena, my parents, and of course Mikey. This house. This bed. These moments. It's my life now. All because I wanted to help. I like it here, yes. But not once has anyone who lives here asked me if I wanted to visit home. The closest I've been to home is that damn cemetery.

I suddenly jump, hearing the sound of thunder and the sight of a bright flash through out my room. I sigh, sitting up and reaching for my phone to check the time.

11:09 P.M

I listen to more sounds of the wind, rain, and more thunder. Seems like the storm is only getting worse. I step out of bed, stumbling tiredly to the door. I open it, stopping to stare at Frank's door. Remembering that thunder frightens him, worries me. He must be scared out of his mind. I walk to his door, setting my hand carefully on the nob. I open the door slowly, looking towards his bed. I see the out line off a small lump of blankets. I listen carefully, hearing heavy breathing. Frank must be hiding under his blankets.

I walk towards his bed and reach out a hand. I touch the lump and hear a gasp. Frank whimpers, but stays under the blanket.

"Frankie?"

"Gerard?" Frank replies, peeking from under his covers. I send him a small smile and sit at the end of his bed.

"Want me to stay here till the storm passes?" I ask. Frank doesn't answer but just keeps staring at me. I sigh, moving closer to Frank. I don't really know why I'm doing this, but I move the covers and slip under them, next to Frank. Frank looks confused. "Frankie, it's okay." I assure him, laying down. Frank lays down next to me, only our shoulders touching but I feel the need for more contact. Something more. I feel Frank jump, causing the bed to shake because of the thunder. I need to comfort him.

I wrap my arms around Frank's waist, pulling him towards me and resting his head on my chest. I move my hands up and down his back, feeling him shake a bit.

"Just sleep." I whisper. Then I kiss the top of his head softly.

I think I know now. I think I know how I feel. I really like Frank. The way his skin feels so warm. The way he laughs like a pot head. The way he smiles all goofy like. The way he smokes his cigarettes carelessly. The way he speaks. The way he walks. The way he sleep talks. The way he tries so hard to get me to like him. The way he can be so innocent.

The best part is, he likes me too.

****

I awake to a light weight on my chest and light breathing. I must of fell asleep. I look at Frank's alarm clock and it reads 7:46 A.M. I lightly shake Frank, wanting his company.

"Frankie." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. Frank's eyes flutter open and he instantly smiles.

"Hi."

"Hey." I reply, smiling back. Frank sits up, stretching his arms as he yawns. Then he rubs his eyes. "I thought maybe we could make pancakes for everyone before they get up." Frank nods.

"Sounds sweet." He replies. We both tip toe up stairs, making our way into the kitchen. Frank begins to take out the stuff for making the pancakes and I grab a glass bowl and a spoon. "We should put chocolate chips in them." Frank suggests. I give him a thumbs up.

"And whipped cream." I wink. Frank just laughs, taking out the whipped cream from the fridge. I pour the pancake mix in the glass bowl and take two eggs and crack them. I glance over at Frank, who is squirting the cream in his mouth. "Frank." Frank stops what he's doing and just smiles. I walk over to him and attempt to take the whipped cream away from him but he squirts it all over my hand.

"Sorry." Frank busts out laughing. I sigh, looking around the kitchen for a paper towel.

"Where are your paper towels?" I ask.

"Must be out." Frank responds, grabbing my wrist.

"What a-" Before I can finish my sentence, Frank is licking the whipped cream off my hand. I just stand still, not really knowing what to do. He starts to suck on my fingers, causing my eyes to go wide, but I like the feel. I try to contain myself and just watch but this is strangely turning me on. "Frank." I choke out. Frank stops sucking on my fingers and takes a few steps away from me.

"I-I am sorry."

"Just uh," I think of what to say but the rush is killing me. I want it. I need it. "Finish, I'm gonna take a shower."

****

After my satisfying shower, I walk in the kitchen to see Frank holding a knife to his wrist???

"Frankie?" I rush over to him, but before I take the knife, he cuts into his wrist. I gasp, taking the knife and grabbing Frank's hand. "No. No. No!" I shout.

"I'm sorry!" Frank cries. All of a sudden, I hear Mrs. Oliver rush into the kitchen. She gasps.

"I'm getting the first aid kit." She rushes to a cabinet and tosses the kit to me. I quickly take out some bandages, ripping them open quickly and putting them on Frank's wrist. "You said you wouldn't do this again Frank!"

Again?

Frank just cries and Mrs. Oliver goes to hug him. I stand back, my heart breaking seeing Frank like this. Is this my fault? I should of controlled myself. I should of stayed.

"Frank, why?" I ask. Frank pulls away from Mrs. Oliver and looks me in the eyes with his tear stained ones.

"I love you."

****

"What do I do?" I paste back and fourth, Mrs. Oliver just listening.

"It's not your fault Mr. Way. Frank just has this obsession over you and it makes him do stupid things." Yeah. Not my fault my ass!

"He's done this before?" I question.

"Yes. At age eleven because of all the hate he got from his family and step dad. I'm surprised he's doing this over you. He must really like you."

"Love." I correct. She just sighs. "So, what are you going to do about this?"

"Well, I've had a few ideas. Ones I'm not really sure of but some things I just, have to do, you know?"

"Yeah? Well what is it that you are going to do?" I snap annoyed.

"Well, I don't know if I should discuss this with you."

"Are you serious?!" I yell. "I've been here for all of you and you aren't going to tell me? Selfish." I mutter.

"Stop getting so angry Mr. Way!" She snaps back. I sigh, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Sorry," Mrs. Oliver sighs. I hear her mutter something but I don't know what. "Say that again." I demand.

"You really want to know?" She asks. I can tell she's annoyed. I nod.

"Yes. Of course." I reply.

"Mental Hospital."