We All Go To Hell

Chapter Thirteen

Its been a week since Franks mother decided to go MIA on us. We've asked around, asking people that I suppose could be considered Franks friends.

Though when no information was discovered, a pang of guilt made me freeze where I was, sitting on my couch, Frank in the kitchen attempting to make coffee.

I felt horrible. If I was really there for him, I'd have helped him find his mom by now - but I couldnt find her. I'd never even met her before.

"Hey, you okay?"

He asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"Hm? Yeah..just thinking. "

I replied,  heaving a sigh

"About?"

I shrugged,  leaning my head back on the couch.

Mom and mikey went to see a movie so it was only Frank and I now.

"Just...everything..I guess."

He nodded slowly, trying to understand.

"Dont worry about my mom... I know she'll be fine. She's done this before. Its really nothing new...so..."

A frown formed on his lips and I sighed again, sitting up straighter.

"Its not okay that she did this. You're her son, she cant just....leave!! Thats not right. She should be there for you!!"

Im not sure where this came from, but it felt as if all of my anger and guilt had rose to the top and I was cracking.

"She's the one who had you she should always be there, not just when youre little!! You shouldnt have to venture into where ever the hell she is to find her, she shouldnt have ever left."

He shook his head, leaving me sighing again.

"Its not like im the best son... why should she have to tolerate me?"

His voice was muffled and it was as if he were holding back.

"Dont say that."

I murmured, placing my hand on top of his, interlocking our fingers.

"You're a great person and I'm sure a great son."

"I guess."

He sighed, leaning his head on top my shoulder.

"Dont doubt me. I mean it."

He just smiled slightly, I smile that seemed so forced it hurt.

"How about I order pizza for dinner?"

I said softly, kissing his head, trying to cheer him up a bit.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Mom will be out till like 11 with mikey so we've got the hosue to ourselves."

A smile grew on his face, this time a genuine one,  as he leaned up, kissing my cheek softly.

"Perfect."

The night drew on, just like any other; shitty movies being projected on the television,  empty soda cans littering the living room, my head in franks lap, his hands running through my hair.

"What time is it?"

He asked, sleepily.

"Hmm, 12 I think."

"Where's your mom and mikey?"

I shrugged slightly, rubbing my eyes.

"I dont know, they usually take forever when theyre out...shopping, eating, sacrificing virgins. The normal stuff."