Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

11 - You Just Kissed A Murderer

Over the next few days I thought I was going to go absolutely insane.

For one, Frank was acting unusually clingy towards me. I normally didn't like much attention on me, so with him acting like this, it was more difficult to go about my day without feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

It started during the nights- he'd leave my bedroom where he was supposed to be sleeping by himself and sneakily snuggle up next to me on the couch in the living room. Due to me always remaining alert, I woke up every time he tried that stunt. The first few nights, I let it slide, because quite truthfully, I was starting to like having someone with me at night. But the more I thought about how I still hadn't admitted my true feelings to him, nor had I explained the whole murdering on the side hobby, I grew uncomfortable.

One night I ended up purposely pushing him off the couch, which I can assure you, he was not happy about.

After that, he started following me around the house a lot during the day. Constantly trying to hug me or kiss me or talk to me about my feelings. Sure, he normally kind of did that, but the excessive part of it was really getting to my nerves.

One night I had gotten so fed up with him that when all he did was sit down at the kitchen table next to me, I threw a fit.

Abruptly standing up and slamming my hands down into the table, I asked, "What do you want from me Frank?!"

Slumping back in his chair with his arms crossed, he pouted, "I'm just trying to make you feel better. You've been acting all distant towards me lately. Something's wrong".

He was right. Really, part of the reason his presence was bugging me so much was that I needed to talk to him. I had been avoiding telling him how I felt for days, and it was very possibly that holding it in was killing my insides.

I sighed, "I just- need to tell you something".

"I knew it!" Frank exclaimed, perking up in an instant. Once he caught a glimpse of my scowl though, he settled right back down. "Sorry... but uh, you can tell me anything. I promise".

Anything. Heh. I love you, but I kill people for fun. I didn't just attempt to kill you. I killed both of my parents. And I killed Bob Bryar. I intend to kill Mikey and Ray in the near future too, so uh, yeah, want to go out?

This wasn't going to go well.

"Can we go talk in my car?" I asked after considering it for a moment. I couldn't afford Ray and Mikey hearing any of what I was about to say.

Of course, Frank nodded approvingly and followed me outside. Once I sat in the driver's seat and him in the passenger's, I sighed, knowing I had all eyes and ears on me now. There was no getting out of this.

I struggled for the longest time. I switched from leaning back on the seat, to resting my arms on the steering wheel, to looking out the side window, all while keeping my lips sealed. Through it all, I could feel Frank's large hazel eyes fixed on me, surely growing impatient by the second.

I felt myself start to twitch, and shift uncomfortably, knowing I wouldn't be able to take much longer cooped up in the car with him. The pressure on me was building up, and I knew I just needed to say it.

So I blurted it out.

"I love you".

But there was just silence that followed. Had Frank died of boredom beside me? Glancing over though, he certainly looked to be alive and well. As usual, his smile was in full effect. Maybe he was speechless. Surely he'd never expect someone such as myself to admit such a pathetic t-