When I get home, my mom is sitting on the couch. Her eyes are cold as she pats the seat next to her. She waits until I've sat to put down her book. Flipping her hair behind her back, she looks at my outfit and shakes her head like she's disgusted.
"Frankie, darling, I've been thinking about your... issues." She pauses for a moment. " And I have decided that maybe the best place for you isn't here. With my work and stuff, I can't really help you."
I furrow my brow in confusion. "I don't need nor do I want help. I'm perfectly fine."
She looks at me and curls her lip. "Nonetheless, I found a boys correctional facility in Idaho for you. It helps young boys such as yourself with..... issues." I look at her. There is no way in the hell that I am going to Idaho.
"No."
She glares. "This isn't up for discussion."
"Hell no."
"Franklin. I ju---"
"No," I cut her off, "I'm staying here. I'll go live on the streets if I fucking have to. "
Moms face is slowly turning red. "I want to do what's best for you, --"
"Bloody fucking hell you do! You just want me out of your house! You don't want to have a kid that you may have to share your money with, your food with! So just say that you hate me and I'll leave but I'm staying in New Jersey!" I sit back down, realizing that I was standing.
"You are not staying in my house with your stupid self imagined problems. That is all."
Fine, I think. I won't live in your house.
I march up stairs and grab my backpack and start to fill it with my clothes and gadgets. I'm looking through it for my phone and come across an envelope.
For Frankie is scrawled across the top.
I shove it back in and grab my phone, then I crawl out the window. I have exactly $287.41. Let's see how long this will last.
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Philophobia
FanfictionFranklin Anthony Iero Jr. is a seventeen year old boy who has been diagnosed with philophobia. He has a troubled home life but has many 'friends'. Gerard and Mikey Way are who he'd consider to be his best friends, but he doesn't really know. Gerard...
