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Frank felt like an abstract sculpture of bones and tan skin after what he had witnessed a few days ago.
Frankly, he felt... underwhelming. He was just a drizzle of the wrong paint, ruining the vast canvas of the world, transforming pastel and bright dyes into a messy grey.
He just felt so out of place- especially as he stood in front of the Ms. Pac-Man machine, once again alone and tired. His strawberry slushy limply placed in his right hand and his eyes glued to the bright game displayed on the machine.
Frank's father had called him.
For the first time in five months- Frank's father had bothered to call him.
Frank had been ecstatic at first, thinking maybe his father could give him some advice. Some advice on how to deal with the saddening tin feeling in his chest. But... it never came... which Frank really should have expected, because Frank's father didn't usually call him out of the goodness of his heart. Not at all. Though this time it almost seemed worse, because this time he had called to ask Frank if his mother could wire some money into his account.
He called Frank, for the first time in almost half a year, for money.
That had broken just about the last fragile, ceramic fondness he had for his father.
What seemingly made it all worse was when Frank had told his mother what his father had asked of him, and she had lost her absolute shit. Frank hadn't seen her that angry since his father came home drunk and smelling of perfume. His mother was such a calm and collected person - and dare Frank say it, immature.
But there was nothing immature about how she had cursed and nearly broken the ceramic plate Frank made for her when he was thirteen.
Shit really hit the fan when Rob and Anthony came home from the grocery store. Anthony seemed unfazed completely by the yelling, but Rob had probably never seen Frank's mother so hysterical. Frank understood why though. Frank's father, though a self proclaimed 'successful business man', had disclosed that he was just a tad in debt, and since that had been disclosed to Frank at a very young age, Frank hadn't really known what to take from it.
At first he had cried, thinking his father would be dying because to twelve year old Frank, money translated to life. So naturally Frank had tried to rip all of his teeth out for the tooth fairy, in hopes of saving some money for his father. Though unfortunately his mother noticed a slight pattern after Frank lied and said his fourth tooth in a row had simply fallen out.
And boy was she pissed at his father.
Almost as pissed as she was now, Frank would say. And though Frank could understand the overreaction, that didn't mean he was mentally prepared to hear all the harsh words she was yelling at his father through the phone. Maybe Frank didn't like his father... but he still loved him.
So, as of twenty minuets ago, Frank had escaped to Token City. Of course without having notified anyone in particular.
He honestly just wanted a distraction from his home life, and if being lonely out in public serviced him in that way - he'd take it.
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Fanfiction❝ it's all for you everything i do ❞ Frank Iero was a loser. There simply was no other way to put it. He only had four friends, one of which was his dog, Todo, and an ass of a stepbrother. He had nothing going for him- he was generic, quiet, and...
