Heaven Help Us | By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: If you haven't read Sugar, We're Going Down or Taking Back the Life You Stole you're gonna be confused by reading this.
Finally, after a freakishly long wait, here it is.
The FINAL part of my Frerard Trilogy.
This is about 10 chapters long.
Dum-dadadada-dum.
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"I'm gonna miss you Jenn" I said and hugged her again. She rolled her eyes in her teenager way and kissed my cheek as we broke apart.
"Dad, I'm going to college, I'll call often and come home to visit in only a few months" Jenn said again and I smiled. I always smiled when she called me dad, even if she had done so for ten years.
Ten years had passed so quickly, I couldn't even believe it. I had turned 35 and Jenn had turned 19. Jenn always told me I aged with grace, and I always told her she aged horribly, which of course made us laugh. These ten years had been filled with arguments, 'I love you's and family fun. We had traditions, we had special father/daughter activities and I had even had a sex talk with her.
She had made me proud by admitting that she hadn't lost her virginity until she was 17, and I had made her fake-gag when I told her how old I was my first time. And about the fact that my first time was with a boy. With Frank.
Frank.
God how I still missed him. God how I still thought about him every night. I never dated anyone else, I couldn't. I tried, but it was useless. Jenn knew, and she supported me. She was really all I needed, I could never be miserable with her in my life. She was a crazy kid that always kept me occupied. We still lived in the same house, and all Frank's things were still there. Though the year before I had finally gathered enough strength to put his things in the attic. Jenn had helped me, since I had been crying so hard I could barely breathe.
It still hurt to think about him, because I still loved him more then I ever had. He was still the only one for me, and not a day passed without me thinking about him. Jenn thought about him too, but we didn't talk about him. We couldn't, it was too hard for both of us. We talked about Ellie though, very often. We visited her grave once a week and we had done so for the past ten years.
On Ellie's birthday we lit a candle on her grave and Jenn placed roses on it. Pink roses, since that was her favorite color. I knew Jenn still missed Ellie as much as I did, but we were okay. We had gotten over it, and we could go a day without crying.
But Frank…
I still cried about him sometimes. Not as often as a few years ago, but I still missed him. I still loved him, and I still waited for him. I still waited for him to keep his promise and come back to me.
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I waved goodbye to Jenn as McCracken's car drove off. Jenn was sharing a room with a lovely girl named Shannon McCracken, and Shannon's mother had offered to drive Jenn and her to Los Angeles where they were going to go to college. I could've of course gone with them, or taken them myself, but I didn't. Mostly because Shannon's mother, Holly, was kind of like a mother for Jenn too, since she and Shannon had been friends since they were 11. And they were going to have a road-trip, just the three of them. I wanted to give them that, and Jenn loved me for it. For giving her space.
With a few tears in my eyes I walked back inside, closing the door between me and the warm summer weather. I choked back tears as I made my way into the living room and sat down on the green couch. Jenn had chosen it, and I had let her since it had been her 15th birthday. The color had made me queasy, but a promise is a promise.
After only ten minutes of self pitying the doorbell rang and I let out a deep sigh before getting up and walking over to the door. Passing many pictures of me and Jenn, and some of me, Jenn and Ellie. Frank was nowhere to be seen, since seeing his face made me miserable.
"Oh hello Anna" I said as I saw a woman my age outside the door. She had her blonde hair neatly tucked behind her ears and she was smiling her usual smile from ear to ear.
"So, Jenn is off to school?" She asked as she let herself in. I frowned behind her back but nodded slowly and showed her into the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted anything and she settled on ice tea. I got the tea while she babbled about God knows what and I pretended to listen.
Anna had been chasing me for years, trying to get me to date her. Of course I hadn't told her I was gay, no one knew except for Shannon and her mother Holly. Why I hadn't told anyone was mostly because I didn't want Jenn to get bullied for it. These days it didn't matter I suppose, but back when she was younger she might've gotten shit for it. I didn't want that, so I pretended that Jenn's mother had died and left her to me.
No one except for Shannon and Holly knew that Jenn was adopted either. That was because Jenn wanted it that way. She said she loved me more then she had ever loved her own father, and she wanted me to be her real father. She didn't care that she hadn't met me until she was eight, I was still the only father she had ever had.
"So, what do you say?" Anna asked and I snapped out of my thoughts as I poured her the ice tea, peach flavored.
"What?" I asked as I sat down across from her. She rolled her eyes and let out a laugh, as fake as her nails.
"The barbeque party that the Quinn's are having, go with me?" And then I remembered. One of our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Quinn were having a barbeque for the whole block that weekend. I was going, but sure as hell not with Anna.
"I don't think so" I said and looked away. I couldn't get why she couldn't just leave me alone. I didn't want her, I had never wanted her, and I had never flirted with her… it didn't make sense to me. Why she just kept on bugging me.
After another fifteen minutes of nagging she gave up and left, to my great relief. Sighing I took care of the dishes then walked upstairs to look into Jenn's now empty room.
"Oh Jenn" I whispered as I walked into her room and let my hand touch the smooth surface of her desk. Just being in there made me sad, but I had to say goodbye to the room. I know it sounds stupid, but I had to say goodbye to the room.
I gave it one last glance before I made for the door, but something caught my eye and I stopped dead in my tracks. A picture, lying on the floor. I slowly walked over to it, and thought she must've dropped it from one of her boxes. When I picked it up I had to swallow to not break down again.
In the picture were me and Frank, holding each other and smiling widely at the camera. I remembered the picture. It was Mikey who took the picture, when we were only 18 years old. We were happy back then, happy and care free. We were in love back then; we had no troubles back then… We thought we'd stay together forever back then.
I felt tears burn behind my eyes and I let out a sigh before I stopped fighting them and just let them make their way down my cheeks to soundlessly crash on the floor. I hugged the picture to my chest and sobbed.
"Please Frank, please" I pleaded the picture and fell to my knees. For the first time since I cleaned out all of Frank's things I cried over him. I wept for hours, and my house was quiet except for the sound of my cries of pain and anger. I was angry with Frank for leaving me, I was angry with Frank for leaving Jenn, I was angry at Frank because I couldn't hate him.
I should've hated him, I should've been over him, I should've been with someone else, but I wasn't. I was still alone, still waiting for Frank to come back.
"Please" I whispered before silence crept over the house just outside of New Jersey. And somewhere, maybe far away, maybe closer then expected, someone closed their eyes and whispered the same thing.
A/N: R&R!
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