Lucky (Frerard)

2:Sometimes You Gotta Do What You Gotta Do

It was another horribly slow nightfall with another dirty night yet to come. The twenty six year old blankly stared out the small kitchen window while preparing something for dinner. He could hear the two twins laugh at their little brother's silly comments on the cartoons they were watching. It's all that was needed to bring him a little smile on his face, to cheer him up and let him forget about what is yet to come. As he was scrambling the eggs, Frank found himself wondering if they ever catch up on what's their dad doing. After all, they are getting older, they are growing up but it's not like they'll stay innocent and dumb forever.

"Dad, are you okay?" He heard the small, hushed voice of his clumsy three year old son Miles. That's when Frank realized that he's been staring into empty space for too long and he might have burn the eggs a little. But screw the burnt eggs, he put away the pan off the fire and turned to the young boy who was impatiently tugging at his leg. Frank smiled again, quickly leaning down and picking up the three year old, making him giggle in the process. "I'm fine Miles. Why aren't you with your sisters?" The older man asked the boy in his arms. Surely, this was Frank's sadness suppressed underneath the smile on his face. His smile wasn't fake though because if there was one thing that little boy could do is make his father's face light up, even with the slightest smile.

"Because I'm very tired." The little boy yawned as he lied his head on his father's shoulder. Frank's heart was fluttering with a very satisfied and calm feeling while he patted his son on the back gently.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" For response, he got a small nod against his shoulder and all he found himself doing at the moment was placing a simple kiss on top of his son's head as he slowly headed to,the bedroom. "Dad, Cherry is hitting me!" A girl's voice echoed through the apartment as Frank just entered the living room with Miles in his hands. He spotted the two girls fighting on the couch and all he had to do is clear his throat very loudly to get their attention. "Hey girls, that doesn't suit you." He narrowed his eyes at them and getting,the result he was hoping for. "Sorry daddy." The twins spoke together, shooting extreme cuteness that would've knocked you out if you were there.

"I'm taking your brother to bed. Are you guys tired too or do you want to eat something?" He got a muffled response from his daughters and smiled cheekily as they dragged their tiny little feet to where he stood. He didn't really know what they wanted until they started yawning too and he could see their tired eyes as they came closer.

"Okay, we're going to bed." And there was nothing else Frank could do than lie down with his kids in bed and wait for them to fall asleep. Because midnight was coming faster than he wanted it to come, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his whole family that he needed to take care of. But he didn't fall asleep He couldn't. He wasn't supposed to

That's how the grown up man left the bed every night, making sure his kids are sound asleep. He threw the crapy coat on and walked out of the door. As the key clicked for the final time, he checked for the forth time if the door is locked. Paranoia filed his senses as he took the first steps away and even through he knew he locked the door, his legs brought him back to the door and he checked again. Because he did care about those little monsters.

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"Here you go Iero." The rough voice that belonged to the older man echoed through the dark room as the money were being placed into Frank's hand. The shorter man counted the money in his hands and faced the other, unsatisfyed.

"It's not enough and it's not fair. We said to split fifty fifty." There wasn't much confidence in his voice but there was Frank knew how much he deserved from the man that brought him customers.

"Aren't you satisfied with only forty percent Iero." The older man teased him with a raspy chuckle as he came in front of him, hovering over his small figure. Frank wasn't having any of this shit, he had kids to take care of, he had obligations and this man did not.

"Why do you need them so much anyway?" The man questioned, making Frank incredibly nervous and uncomfortable because he was now very close, closer than Frank wanted him to be. Although Frank knew better then to tell him about his kids. They were the weak spot that this man can use against him, they were his kryptonite.

"That's none of your business Bert, just give me the fucking money!" Yes, Frank did raise his voice at the older man but he looked quite not intimidating yet he was hoping for the opposite. It only made Bert chuckle at the short man in front of him and with a single push Frank was helplessly pinned against the cold wall.

"How about ..." Bert traced his cold dirty finger down the younger's sharp jaw before continuing to speak with a dark tone. "...I give you the rest of the money for a favor." It was quite evident that Frank was disgusted, turning his face away from Bert who was leaning in, coming dangerously close to Frank's face. "You'll get all the money Frank. You just have to sell yourself again. It's quite simple." Bert's perverted thoughts were already working in his pants and Frank took a second to think this through.

He could do it, he could get the money and save up more. It's a plus to his savings and it's just a praise he pays every night but now, it's for the second time tonight and it's with a person who was getting him the customers. The moneyis a plus and his dignity is long gone so it won't hurt him. That is if Bert hasn't got any plans of hurting him.

Bert got the money out, smirking widely as he made eye contact with the tattooed man. Frank needed the money and Frank hates it but he's desperate and he doesn't care anymore. As he grabbed the money, his hand slowly slipped over Bert's pants, already regretting what he's about to do but he just has to. For now at least. Or maybe he was just hoping that this was temporary yet he knew that those hopes are worthless. Because Bert is an asshole and Frank just needs the money.