Revenge (Frank Iero x Reader)

Three Months Later

Y/N POV

"Frank, do you know where you put the car keys? It's Ben's turn to get the groceries, but he can't find them." I asked as I poked my head into the bedroom door.

"Yeah, uh, they're on my dresser. Sorry." He replied sleepily.

"Alright, I'll take them to him, then I want to talk, okay?" He nodded in response, mumbling something I couldn't really hear. After grabbing the keys from his dresser, I left his room and made my way back down the stairs.

Even though Frank and I had shared a bed at Carl's for a couple nights and at the hotel, I told him I wanted one of my own for a while. I wanted to be positive that I was comfortable with everything first. He was disappointed, but he understood.

That's what I wanted to talk to him about.

"Think fast!" I exclaimed, chucking the keys at Ben's head. Luckily, he caught them, leaving his head uninjured. "They were in Frank's room."

"Thanks. I'll be back soon." He saluted me in a joking manner, then walked out of the front door.

Now to talk to Frank.

Frank was different now. Completely different; not even the same Frank he was before the mafia bullshit. He was extremely gentle and more fragile. He was always afraid, though he tried to hide it. He was very submissive, and even if I told him I'd do something myself, he would insist he should do it.

I'm pretty positive he's just trying to prove to me that he's changed, but I know something's wrong. I knew things wouldn't be exactly as they were, but I am truly worried about him. He always looks like a kicked puppy, even though everything is fine now.

"Babe? You awake?" I asked as I knocked on the door.

"Yeah, come in." He replied groggily, obviously just waking up. I opened the door and walked over to his bed, plopping down right beside him. "Well, hello."

"Hi." I smiled.

"What did you, um, what did you want to talk about?" He questioned nervously.

"This." I told him almost instantly, leaving him confused. "I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is, I'm fine! I promise." He tried to lie, but failed.

"Honey, I know you. I know when something is wrong. I won't force you to tell me, but I want to help." I moved my hand up to his face and gently turned his head, making him face me. "You're quiet and shy. You always look so sad, even though there is no reason to be. I want to help."

"I-" He paused, sighing heavily, "I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what, love?" I stroked his cheek with his thumb as I waited for a response.

"I'm afraid I'll lose it again. I'm afraid I'll lose you again." He whispered, trying to contain his tears. "I don't want to mess up again."

"I know you're afraid. Hell, I am too, but I know you can do this. You show no violent tendencies, you've quit drinking, you're not involved with anything remotely bad. I know this is scary, but I believe in you." I whispered back to him, "Which is why I want us to share a room now."

"Wait, really? You really do?" He sat up in excitement, silent tears spilling from his eyes. "Do you- do you really trust me? After everything?"

"Frank, like I said all those months ago, when you are running, you tend to observe other people's behaviors and intentions. If anything, it's me that could hurt you at this point. Your soul is shattered from everything and- and I want to help fix that. Starting now." I sat up and wrapped my arms around him.

"So you're serious?" He asked as he clutched onto my shirt.

"One-hundred percent serious." I grinned into his shoulder. "My room is bigger though, so we're taking mine."

"That's fine, as long as it means I get to sleep next to you every night." He beamed as he pulled away from the hug. "I do love you. I promise I will continue to prove to you that I do, and that I intend to never harm you in any way, shape, or form ever again."

"I believe you. I love you too, and thank you." I gave him a quick peck on the lips, then crawled out of his bed, "Let's get your shit moved into my room."

Kira POV

Kristin, Christa, Mikey, and I all stood outside of the door as we listened to their conversation, trying to see who would win the bet.

Yes, we made a bet on how long it would take Y/N to finally decide to share a room. Deal with it.

"Ha! I won, bitches. Pay up!" I quietly cheered, them groaning as we walked back down the staircase so they wouldn't know what we were up to. "Listen, I'm her best friend. I know her better than anyone. Don't complain."

"Technically you said four months though." Mikey pointed out.

"Yeah, but I was closer than all of you. So pay up." I smirked. They all pulled twenty dollars each out of their wallets and handed it over to me. "Thank you very much.

In the past few months, all of us have bonded quite a bit. Mikey and Kristin got their own place, but they come here every day to stay occupied. We're all one giant dysfunctional family with fucked up pasts, but we love each other very much.

What I love the most though is how protective Mikey is over Y/N now. He won't admit it to anyone, but I can tell. Whenever he's in the same room with her and Frank, he'll watch every move Frank makes. If he's in ear shot of them, he'll listen in on it. I'm pretty sure he has Ben in on it too, considering Ben does the same thing when Mikey isn't around.

Yes, Ben has always been protective of both Y/N and I, but this is different. This type of protective is like an I-will-shoot-you-immediately kind of protective now. I can't blame him. I can't blame any of them. I often time check on Y/N while she sleeps just so I know that she's still alive.

It'll be more difficult now that they're going to be bunking together.

That's something I'll figure out in time. But so far, Frank doesn't seem like a threat. Not even close. He's weaker than he used to be, like he wouldn't even dare to hurt a fly. It's a very odd transition, but I am totally for it. I'd rather have this version of him than the other.

"Do you guys need help?" I asked from the bottom of the stairs, watching them move Frank's dresser out of his room.

"Yeah, probably." Y/N chuckled as she struggled to move the heavy furniture. Her would had finally healed, but she still had some troubles with it sometimes.

The four of us went back upstairs and spent the rest of the day helping them, blasting music as we did.

"Shit, I lost the bet!" Ben whined as he walked in and saw what we were up to.

"Yeah, you did, pay up!"

Like I said, dysfunctional family.