Revenge (Frank Iero x Reader)

Girls^3

It was nearly daylight when I made my way out of the trees. I don't know whether to be thankful or scared. It may be quiet, but there's something off about it. I could feel it, something was bound to go wrong.

Even with how I felt, I decided to risk it and go into a small store I found out here. I need hair dye, so hopefully I'll find some. I walked in and was greeted by a woman with black hair and bright red lipstick.

"Hello! Can I help you find anything?" She asked. She seemed friendly enough. I knew better than to trust her, but I'd still talk to her.

"Uh, do you have hair dye?" I asked quietly.

"Sure do! This way!" She directed me down an aisle filled with beauty products. "We have black, pink, blonde, blue, and silver. I think you'd look best in (n/h/c) but that's just my opinion."

"Yeah, I like it. Thank you so much." She nodded and went back to the register while I looked for some food. Anything that won't go bad right away would be great. I tried not to spend the money I had, but this was necessary.

After picking up more crackers, some canned goods, and a couple breakfast bars, I pulled the now-dried money out of my bra and counted it out again. I still had enough to last me a while for someone who's on the run.

I walked to the counter and placed everything down on it. I smiled at the woman, whose nametag said Lindsey, and watched her ring everything up. She was beautiful, and I wished I still looked pretty like her. She must think I'm some sort of slob.

"That'll be $22.75." She said cheerfully. I I gave her $23 and told her to keep the quarter. I didn't feel like carrying change in my bra. "Have a good day!"

"You too." I walked out of the shop and around the back of it. 

That's when I heard her on the phone.

"Yeah, Gerard. I'm positive it was her. Her hair was shorter but it was definitely her." There was a pause, most likely the man speaking. "No, I don't know where she's going. She's dyeing her hair (n/h/c) though so look out for that."

There was another pause. My heart was beating out of my chest as she told him exactly what I was wearing. Guess I had to change again. What into, I didn't know. Maybe I could cut these clothes up a little? Use the extra dye on the shirt.

Wait. They'll know my hair color now. I'm fucked no matter what. What a waste of money. I ran and hid in a small wooded area and began to cut up the clothes I was wearing.

I cut the oversized tee into a sleeveless crop top and splattered the dye on it. I did the same to the long gym shorts, cutting them into mini shorts. I kept the fabric in case I needed a tourniquet for whatever reason.

I used a little bit of the dye still. Dyeing only the top part of it, leaving the underneath what it was before. The new hair color looked pretty cool with my old one.

I got redressed and took off again, seeking shelter somewhere. Anywhere. Because I knew they had to be coming soon. They knew where I was at now because of that bitch.  I knew I couldn't risk going into any more public areas. It was too risky now. So I continued running until I found another wooded area and entered it.

It wasn't as crowded as the one I came here through, but it was enough to keep me somewhat hidden.

While running, I noticed what looked like an old treehouse. Whether it was sturdy enough to hold me or not, I didn't know, but something was better than nothing. Hopefully it wouldn't collapse and kill me.

I climbed up the half-broken ladder and examined the small place first. I made sure I tested the floorboards with my foot before stepping in. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. Hopefully it stays that way.

I took my bag off and grabbed a can of spaghettios out of it. I hated cold spaghettios before all of this, but it was like a delicacy now. Way better than stale crackers.

I wanted to completely inhale it, but I knew I should try to savor every drop of it. I should be smart and only eat half tonight and the other half in the morning.

I decided to do that, even though it was extremely tempting to finish it. I pulled the small blanket I had rolled up and covered myself with it. I'd sleep here and wake early to get a head start. It had to be around 7pm, so I'd wake up before the sun came up.

The sleep was fitful. I was uncomfortable and had constant nightmares, but it was better than zero sleep. When I woke up, I finished off the can and repacked everything before climbing back out.

Then I ran. Again. My life had went from graduating college with my best friends and amazing boyfriend to running from that "amazing" boyfriend and being responsible for my best friends' possible deaths.

I didn't know where I was going at this point. I just ran until I found a new opening, which happened to be in front of a small Creek with a road on the opposite side. Crossing that road would be risky, but I didn't have a choice. I need to go.

When I heard silence, I bolted. Thankfully, there were no cars, just a woman on a bicycle. I avoided eye contact after what happened last time. But she noticed me.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need help? My name is Kristin." She said, getting off of her bike and walking slowly towards me with her hands up. "I'm not a threat, I promise. Let me help you."

"Everyone is a threat. I have to go, I'm sorry." With that, I ran back down a dirt road.

Kristin's POV

I really hated doing this, but I knew I had no choice. I love Mikey with all of my heart and soul, and he treats me well, but that comes with a price. He didn't want to be a part of this either, but there was no way out of it.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed the phone that was only meant for these reasons, one that couldn't be tracked. I went to Mikey's contact and pressed the call button.

"Mikey? Yeah, I have eyes on her. She's running towards Ray and Christa's now, contact him."