I awoke in a cream room...It reminded me of a mars bar...with brown cushions piled neatly on a couch and caramel curtains engulfing and devouring the little light of the moon. I turned around in my bed to see two other beds in the room too. In one lay my dad and the other Frank. I felt my stomach lurch and I jumped out of bed and towards the open door of the cream bathroom. I swung my head down facing the toilette and vomited violently. I gripped the rim for support; I shivered and spluttered. I felt some one hold back my hair.
"Shh...It's okay 'Elena, it's okay." I heard my dads voice comfort me from behind...I gripped the rim harder and carried on vomiting to my disgust.
FRANK
I lay awake coolly in my bed. I couldn't sleep, I felt like I had to stay awake and make sure 'Elena was okay. I lay for god knows how long, I was sure I was the only person awake on the planet at this very moment...not a single sound nor movement nor smell came to my attention. Nothing stirred...only my mind. All of the sudden I heard thrashing as someone tried to get of bed. Footsteps. Spluttering. Coughing. Cluttering. More Footsteps...
"Shh...It's okay 'Elena, it's okay." Gees voice was strong and commanding. I pulled my knees up to my chest...I had never felt so alone before.
'ELENA
The next time I woke up, I did so remembering to bring logic and reasoning. I stared at the beige room... we must have stopped off at a Motel. Crashing sounds came out of the bathroom. Frank came out pulling his t-shirt on. He saw me and grimaced.
"Shit..." he pulled his tee on faster "I thought you were still asleep." His eyes were big and brown and rimmed with bruised looking skin. He mustn't have gotten much sleep.
"Are you okay? You look tired..." I said
"Yeah...yeah...I'm fine. We brought up your suitcase so you can get changed...we can go down to the lobby together...the others are waiting..." He stopped awkwardly.
"Frankie...just say what you're thinking...I don't like having to riddle out people...I want us to be friends so can you just be straight with me?" I asked. Frank raised an eyebrow.
"Okay...well I was going to ask...if you don't mind... how did your ex...die?"
"My ex...Adam... hung himself."
"Oh...I'm sorry." Frank said looking down. I stepped forward; looking him straight on the eye.
"Don't be...he was a shitty ass boy friend and a shitty ass friend...I guessed he realised that in the end." I told him. Franks eyes met mine.
"I want us to be friends too..." He said...we stared at each other for a moment before Frank to my surprise wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly.
"I never got to welcome you into the family." Frank laughed stepping back. I giggled...the first real, genuine laugh in a long time.
"You should get changed...I got to...brush my teeth." Frank laughed. He turned around and walked back into the bathroom. I was left staring at the space were the Frank Iero had been. I turned around on the spot and opened my suitcase. I pulled out my Anthrax t-shirt, black converse, green chords and braces mini skirt and green and black stripy tights. Today was going to be a new day...I was going to make this new life work.
When Frank came out of the bathroom he was smiling and looking me up and down
"Nice outfit..." he smiled.
"Are you sure? Do I look okay?" I asked.
"Honey...if I wasn't married and were 12 years younger..." Frank laughed...I giggled ***AGAIN!!!***
"Okay... you want to go down now?" Frank asked. I smiled nodding.
Another sad song, with
nothing to say And if you hold on Another sad song,
with nothing to say If
you would hold on Just go, run
away Another sad song, with nothing to say Another sad song with nothing to say
About a life-long wait for a hospital stay
If
you believe that I'm wrong
This never meant nothing to you
I
waited so long for someone to say
If you can move on
I'll never
get you to stay
If you believe that I'm wrong
This never meant
nothing to you
Another sad song, with nothing to say
About a
life-long, wait for a hospital stay
If you believe that I'm wrong
This never meant nothing to you
And
need me to stay
You get the hard thoughts
Oh baby just the
mistakes
Maybe we'll just
Shut up and play
It never did
mean nothing to you
Never did mean...
About a life-long, wait for a hospital stay
If
you believe that I'm wrong
This never meant nothing to you
And need me to stay
You get the hard
thoughts
Oh baby just the mistakes
We never really got too
much anyways
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just go
Where did you run
Don't fight it just run away
Let it
go...
And when you go, run don't walk
And when you sing, scream
don't talk
About a
life-long
Wait for a hospital stay
We never really got too much
anyways
About a
life-long, wait for a hospital stay
Maybe we'll just shut up and
play.
You never really got it
No you never really got it at all
"Let me take that!" Frank said as I picked up my suit case and started carrying it down the stairs.
"No, no...I'm fine." I told him stubbornly.
"No give it here." Frank pulled it off me. I rolled my eyes.
"And you dare make a height joke!" Frank giggled. I laughed too. When we got into the lobby everyone else sat at a table, hoods over their faces and sunglasses on. Frank pulled on his sunglasses. I was completely confused but I couldn't be bothered to ask. I looked at Mikey he was wearing the same tee is me.
"Holy shit...THIEF!" Mikey exclaimed.
"Oh god...eww." I whined. everyone else laughed at me and Mikey staring at each other.
"It looks better on me any way." I said batting my lashes.
"She's got you there." Ray told Mikey laughing.
"Okay, we've got to get going...if we want to get back on time." My dad smiled giving me a hug. He looked down on me.
"Are you feeling okay? This morning you were really...well sick." My dad chuckled.
" Yeah...I don't know what came over me..." I said. Frank picked up my suitcase.
"Frank how many times? I can carry it myself...but thanks." I laughed.
"Whatever you say...girly." He giggled.
"Whatever you say...Shorty." I giggled. Frank pretended to be upset and walked of (with my bag) and out of the motel. I shook my head and looked towards the guys.
"Is he always like this?" I asked Bob.
"Yep..." he sighed.
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"How long until we get there?" I moaned.
"Um...A while?" Ray laughed. I sat in the back next to Frankie and Mikey...
"Look we'll pull in here and get some coffee." My dad said from the drivers seat. Dad pulled in at a road cafe. Pulling of his seat belt he pushed on some sunglasses.
"Everyone coming in?" Mikey asked looking towards me. I shook my head, my eyes drifted to the floor.
"I'll stay in the van with 'Elena." Frank said quickly. I looked at him shocked at his friendliness.
"Well...if your sure." That's all I got before the others ran out of the van, eagerly awaiting coffee. The door slammed shut and Frank and I sat in the car.
"Are you okay?" He asked me timidly.
"Yeah...I mean as okay as I could be taking the situation." I laughed.
"You know Gee loves you? Like more than anything..." He said looking down...I didn't answerer.
"We all do... " There was a silence. I sighed and leaned my head on my knees, my hand cocooning around my face. I would cry, but I forgot how to.
"Fuck Frank...I've really fucked this all up haven't I?" I turned my head to the side so I was facing him.
"No you haven't! Dude, you...god...all I know is we're all your family now... and were not going to let you fuck up...stop worrying..." He pulled me into a hug...I sighed...
"Sweet Tatt." Frank said looking down at my wrist. I looked at the curly italics reading "There's always hope."
"Thanks...I prefer my finger tattoos." I laughed puling myself up to show him the writing I had on my knuckles... "Dead Love"
"Is there any stories behind them?" Frank asked curiously.
"Yeah...umm...the wrist...I got during high school, when I was going through a rough patch and I wanted to remember that there was always going to be a light...my friend took me and pretended to be my mom...um...she also took me to get my knuckles done when Adam died..." I stopped my breath caught in my throat "And I copied your Keep The Faith tattoo and got a smaller version done on my lower back."
"Wait? You got a Keep The Faith too? Holy Crap, I have a tattoo stalker!" Frank laughed.
"You want to see it?" I asked. Frank nodded so I turned around and lifted up the very bottom of my tee so he could see it.
"Holy Crap, that's awesome...I love how you got it with blood running of it." Frank laughed. I pulled my Tee down laughing too.
"Yeah...That was another thing my Granmar never approved of...my love of Tattoos."
"You don't have to talk about her if you don't want too."
"I don't mind...she wasn't the nicest of people."
"Okay...You sure you don't want to go and get a coffee?" Frank asked. I sighed...
"Okay."
What can I say about families? You can find them at the strangest times, when you need them most and under circumstances that might push you into not making the best first impressions. Yet besides all that you connect with them because they're your family and you love them...no matter what.
Sitting in the coffee shop with my new family was one of those moments when I had to smile. I had to...I actually physically hurt not to...freeeaakkky, huh? My dad got up all of the sudden.
"I'm going to go and take a puff anyone want to come?" Dad asked.
"I will." I laughed.
"You smoke?" My dad asked shocked...I nodded laughing.
"Great I have the female version of Frank...A punk rock, smoking, veggie!" My dad chuckled before walking outside. I turned to the others and shrugged.
"I'm insulted!" Frank said gasping.
"Oh shut up." Ray laughed.
It turns out you either love travelling...or you hate it...I'm one of those people who despise it. My stomach felt heavy and my head pounded...I leaned back against the seat.
"'Elena you don't look too good..." Mikey told me.
"'Ya think?" I moaned.
"Look 'Elena we are literally around the coner from Gees house." Bob told me. I sat up and looked around...NJ was just like I imagined...I kinda liked it too.
"I god hope so!" I leaned back. I felt the car come to a halt. I jumped up out of the car and took a look at my new home. I felt some on hand me the bag...I looked to see it was Frank...the bag with all my posters and shit in and my guitar. My dad pulled along the suitcase smiling.
"Come on...let's go." He said. I entered the house last...the guys has ran into a spacious airy room and they were all hugging their wives. They then turned to me, my dad smiled brightly, but my attention was held by the baby Lindsey (my dads wife) was holding, Bandit Lee Way.
"Hey!" Lindsey said enthusiastically.
"Hi..." I smiled broadly...this was it...I was home.
Thanks for reading my third issue in this story...the chapters are pretty short, but I didn't want to bore you...
You Put The Hate In My Heart xox
