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.

CHAPTERS 6, 7, 8

RUN AWAY 911
CHAPTER SIX

You walked up to them, breaking your confersation. You were still crying
"Hello?, you okay??" Asked Patrick. You just shook your head no.
"Do you need something, what happened-"
Patrick spoke again, but someone cut him off.
"Found you, my dear."
You spent to much time standing still.
Behind you, was your dad. A knive in hand.
You screamed at the top of your lungs, your father was covored in blood.
Your moms blood.

"HOlY FUCKING SHIT!"
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"
"I'M GOINGTO PUKE"

Those were some of the phrases spitted out.
Your father laughed.
You frose, but luckily Frank noticed the knife you had. He grabbed it, and charged at your dad.
Along with the others. Not including you.

Only if something like that would happen.
You were thinking to much, stories running through your head.
You needed to move. Your dad was probobally searching for you.

Your father found you, and you toled him how much you loved him. He cryed, and said he loved you to.
He killed moms twin sister, who was trying to hurt your family.
Everything was okay.

YOU NEED TO STOP.
You can't spend another second thinking! You just cryed some more.
You can't confront them.
You wanted to, but your body wouldn't let you.

RUN AWAY 911
CHAPTER SEVEN

You looked over at them again, internally screaming at them to look at you.
But theye had a perfect life.
To busy for your struggles.
You hated them.

But... you didn't.

you arent one to hate people- even now having troubles hateing your dad.

You were put abrod, when you saw the group packing up there stuff. Theye were complaining, about halfing to go home before theye get caught.

Atleast they didnt half to run away because there dad is trying to murder them.

you wish you were one of them. 

Theye started in your direction.

RUN AWAY 911
CHAPTER EIGHT

No... this was bad.. there goingto see you and.. you. You. Cant.
You ducked down, bending your shakey knees. You head rested in the crook you thighs and belly hade. You tightened your hands around your head.
Silently crying.

"You fucker go ahead, I Wana a cigarette."

Said one of the friends, not being able to identifie wich one.

Noone.. noticed you. Hideing on the bushes, bang like a weirdo.

But one of them.. we're still here. Having a cigarette.

He just made your day a bit more enjoyable.

*sarcasm*.

This was goingto be an enjoyable wait.. maybe.

He was there for maybe five minutes, and the wind started to blow. Your tiered corpse started to ach, and felt even more cumbersome.
The wind did feel nice, petting your fragile skin, but then it just became a burdan.
It got cold, and your nose began to become drippy.
Why wouldn't he leave?
You peered up, curiosity getting the best of you and you saw the one and only- Frank Iero.
You couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction.

You sneezed.