Revenge (Frank Iero x Reader)

Fuck Dirt Roads

The woman, Kristin, seemed nice. She seemed like she actually wanted to help me. I can't trust anyone though. As much as I wanted to trust her, I couldn't. Especially not after the Lindsey bullshit.

I continued down the dirt road, passing a quaint little house. There was a woman outside working on her flowerbeds while a man worked on his car. That's how I always imagined Frank and I would turn out. Happy.

I walked as quietly as possible, keeping my head down as I did. I just needed to pass them and I'd be headed to the next town. I could get there by tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, they heard me.

"Miss, are you okay?" The man asked, standing up and wiping his hands off. He looked like a nice man. His hair was incredibly curly, but he pulled it off. Once again though, I can't trust anyone. Even with how genuine he seemed.

"I'm fine, I have to go." I turned to run again, but the woman came up to me. She had sweet, sympathetic eyes. It was as if she knew what was really happening just by how I looked. That's what scared me the most.

"Please let us help. You look terrible, uh, no offense. We were just about to have dinner. Have a nice, warm meal. I can give you some different clothes and you can shower. If you want to leave after, you may. Just please let us help." She offered, sincerely. I shouldn't have trusted her, but I gave in.

"O-okay." I agreed reluctantly. She pulled off her gardening gloves and took me inside. I followed her upstairs to her room.

She pulled out jean shorts, a black tank top, a red plaid flannel, and some long socks. She also pulled out what looked to be a brand new pack of underwear and a sports bra.

"The underwear is new, I promise. The sports bra was worn once, but it's been washed. The shower is over there. Towels are in the closet. Just come downstairs when you're done, okay?" I nodded in response. She gave me a small smile before leaving me to myself.

Looking into the mirror was hard. I was a mess, worse than at the school. Dirt covered most of my body, as did a ton of scratches. The clothes I had on were raggedy and smelled terrible. I've definitely seen better days.

I stepped out of my clothing and threw it all away. I hid the money under my new clothing, then hopped in the shower. The hot water felt like heaven as it poured over my body. I looked down and watched as the dirty that originally covered me mixed with the water and ran down the drain.

Washing my now-short hair was weird, but easier than it would've been. I scrubbed every inch of my body. I didn't leave one spot untouched by the wonderful-smelling body wash. The feeling of being clean was amazing.

What's really cool is the woman left me a razor to use, which I really needed. I can't tell you the last time I shaved my legs and armpits. Needless to say, it took quite a while to do so.

I felt like a brand new person when I got out.

I wrapped my towel around me and grabbed the deodorant she gave me, as well as the toothbrush. The last bit of disgust left on me was washed away as I brushed my teeth. 

I redressed and looked in the mirror. I looked like a brand new person as well. Whoever this woman is is a fucking saint and there was no way I could possibly thank her for all of this. 

I stuffed my money in the pocket of my new shorts and left the room, walking down the stairs. I could smell the food that had been cooking and I don't think my stomach has ever grumbled louder in my life.

"Roast beef and mashed potatoes, I hope that's okay." She said before turning around. "Oh my gosh! You're so pretty!" She exclaimed. I could feel myself blush as I thanked her. "I'm glad you feel better now."

"Thank you again, I really appreciate this." I smiled widely.

"Happy to help, dear."

She made me a plate and sat me down at the table. I was happy that she had my favorite drink too. I honestly hadn't been this happy in a long time.

As I continued to eat, I felt myself getting tired. Abnormally tired. Once I finished, I could feel my vision going in and out. I was dizzy and the world was spinning. Everything seemed hazy and I couldn't snap out of it

"Sleep, Y/N."

Frank's POV

I've got her. I've finally got her.

Well, technically not yet, but I'm on my way to get her. I swear Ray and Christa should win Oscars for their acting.

I turned my car onto the dirt road that led to their house. I was excited to see her again. I knew she would never forgive me for anything, but I had to try. I love her so much and I can't imagine my life without her.

I had changed, really. I've re-evaluated my entire life and fixed myself, which is why I waited so long to get her back.

Maybe kidnapping wasn't the way to prove that. Same with capturing her friends or chasing her for months. If she would just let me explain the past year, maybe she would understand. She understood stuff for the longest time, but I snapped and I still haven't forgiven myself.

I parked in their driveway and took a deep breath. I didn't know how this was going to go, I could only hope it would go well. I eventually got out of my car and entered their house, greeting the two of them.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Upstairs sleeping. She should wake up soon. Christa is up with her. She's going to convince her she fainted." Ray said.

"Fantastic. Thank you, Mr. Toro. I appreciate the help." The two of us sat on their leather couch, waiting for the two women to come back down.

"Ray, honey, she's awake!" Christa yelled, helping Y/N down the stairs. Her hair was a lot shorter than it used to be, and was a partially different color. I liked her longer hair more, but she still looked beautiful.

"What happened?" She asked Christa, not noticing me yet.

"You fainted at the dinner table, honey. You've been running for so long that your body was just too exhausted." She lied.

"How did you know I've been running?" She questioned before entering the living room.

"My beautiful Y/N. Oh how I missed you." I spoke as I walked towards her. She stopped, tears slowly gliding down her cheeks. "Don't cry, love, I'm not going to hurt you."

She turned, trying to run, but was stopped by Ray.

"Let me go! Please let me go! I-I don't w-want to d-die." She sobbed out.

Y/N POV

I became frustrated as the tall man held me still. He turned me around and I glared at the woman who I thought was helping me. She quickly looked down, clearly disappointed in herself.

"I'm not here to hurt you, my love." Frank chuckled as he approached me. I squirmed in Ray's arms, but there was no use. "I want to explain myself."

"Yeah, I've heard that before. You're fucking psychotic and a pathological liar. You should be in prison." I growled. 

"Oh, honey. You don't know the half of it."