Frank Iero X Reader (RA911)

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WARNING
TALK OF DRUGS, ALCOHOLE, MURDER, SELF HARM,TRIGGERING EVENTS, SEX, ECT .
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

PROLOGUE
CHAPTERS 1-3
AN #1

RUN AWAY 911
PROLOGUE

Your mom used to tell you something. She said it all the time, and it even got annoying.
But now, you wished you could hear her say it once more.

I love you.

But now, you could never ever hear her say a that again.
No matter how much you wanted to hear her.
Because now she was gone.
What God made her suffer like this? No god that loved anyone.
If God was even real.
You have a hard time beliving sometimes, but then think of your mother.

Find yourself in hardship, and the
good lord will save you.

That's what she used to always say.. oh god.. litterally.
Somebody...

God loves you, like me and your
father.

So, you belive in the lord. In hopes your mom is in a better place- heaven.
Even if it seems like a joke.
But maybe, god dose love everyone.
But maybe not you- anymore.

RUN AWAY 911
CHAPTER ONE

Your room was dark. The blinds closed.
Not like there would be light if theye were open, because it was 12:18 PM.
You layed still in bed, eyes opened.
Tears in your eyes, not moving. Not a bit.
It was cold. You hate the hold, but this time the cold was a numb cold.
Your brain was frozen, trying to forget the events from seconds ago.
Then you relised.

What if I'm next?

Because seconds ago, you just saw your father bear your mother to death. He seemed to be on... some sort of drugs. Or highly intoxicated.
You guessed a medium if inbetween, because there are evidence of both.
The smell of liquor was so bad, it was like you could taste it.
You needed to go.
But your dumb body would only let you lay still.
Pit, pat. Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
The rain was restless tonight.
The trees shoosh-ed with anger.

What kind of God would let this happen?

ThUMP, thUMP, ThuMP...
Footsteps.. up your stairs.
Oh God no, please no...
Your dumb body let you move to you bolt up, and slam itself into the door. Moving your hand to lock it. Your bodyshaking, so, it took a second.
You couldn't feel a thing.
You looked up and breathed, shaking away from the door.
......

Then, you looked down. At the doornob.

It was slowly twisting open.
But the lock saved you.

"I know your in there.."

Your father's words would never leave you.
You knelt down, and looked under the doors crack.
You saw your dads feet, with shoes, all bloodied...
You reconised those shoes. Your dads brown work shoes, his favorite.
Your mom bought him those..
And her dead head was hanging by her dead hair.
That was being held by her husbands  cold, clam my hands.
He was goingto kill you.
For the love of god, save me.