Lucky (Frerard)

1: Frank Iero Is That Kind Of Guy

There wasn't much to say of the old building in the dark part of town. The thing was basically nearly empty because of what people are saying about it. It was literally falling apart, the whole damn place, yet it was not completely empty. There was someone living on the second floor, not just living but fucking struggling to buy bread for his three kids. A short guy with a sweet smile, cute, honey coloured eyes and lots and lots of tattoos whose wife spontaneously decided to leave one morning because she met a guy that could give her the world. Literally, he already took her to England and Germany a few times before she left and her husband knew all about it but before he could say something she mailed him the divorce papers and ditched him the kids. So, the guy was a kind of guy that had nobody except his kids in that moment, so he had to struggle day by day to feed them. Not feed himself, but his kids. Yeah, Frank Iero was that kind of guy.

The thing is, it all went downward from then on. He lost his job, his house, even his guitar. And he somehow ended up to a place he hates with every little cell of his body. He simply has the apartment because the last owner broke his foot from jumping off the second floor and gave it to him. The guy was a simple college student who needed a cheap apartment but one day while he was in, a fucking brick fell off the ceiling and nearly hit him. So panicking, he thought that the building was going fall on his head and he just jumped off. And because of that guy, Frank has a roof over his head but lives with the fear of his roof falling on his head.

But its not like he doesn't love his kids. Frank is the kind of guy that would do anything about his kids. Literally anything. He's stepping on his dignity for his kids and he's the kind of guy that doesn't give a single fuck what people think about him. But he's not that scary, you see, he just never told people what he does for a living so nobody judges him. Actually nobody even cares about Frank Iero. They just want to talk about the guy who's living alone with his kids because they're bored and nobody knows more further.

Nobody knows how much headaches he gives himself every night, thinking if his kids are alright. Afraid that somebody can brake in while he's gone and do something terrible. Thinking if he could do something to change their lives and spent more time with them because they need love from a parent, even if it's one of them. Even if that one parent crushes himself with his own thoughts before locking the whole apartment up and walking out in the cold night air. Even if that one parent walkes in the cold, praying that he gets home in the morning so they don't notice that he's been gone the whole night. Even if that one parent gets paid to touch somebody he's never spoke to. Even if that parent gets paid to fuck or get fucked for a random stranger's pleasure. Because all that mattered to Frank Iero it to give his kids food and hopefully save enough of money to move out of that cursed place. Because he would do anything for them.