They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew...
~BEING REWRITTEN: EDITED UP TO CHAPTER 9~ The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions...
Gerard couldn't stop himself...He didn't want to.He just threw his head back and allowed the liquid to spark a fire in the back of his throat as he consumed it.He was losing himself more than should be humanly possible. And he didn't care. That's all he knew now. Alcohol and drugs. But without his main addiction that...
Gerard is a single parent now, finally matching paces with his best friend, Frank, who is also a single parent. Lindsey and Gerard aren't worse off than Jamia and Frank, and maybe Gerard's thankful for that. He's also thankful for Frank, who's always there for him. *I don't own anything except the plot and my own made...
Gerard way is an 18 year old, longing desperately to be out of high school. For as long as he can remember he's hated himself, wishing to live in a fantasy world- forgetting reality. When the mystery boy Frank shows up- they instantly hit it off, but was it to fast? Will they live happily ever after or be the death of...
When Frank Iero moved to the weird, old, town of Monmouth, sure, he expected big-ass mansions. What he didn't expect was for their dead inhabitants to become acquainted with him. On the night of October 31st, in 1872, all the residents residing in the Wicken Manor, including a young female guest and the owner himself...
