This Ain't a Sin Chapter 25
Frank’s POV
“Yea, see ya later Matt.” I said as I turned off the lights to the shop, and then pulled the door closed firmly behind me. Yea I got the job, Yay for me, except I’m on bloody lock-up. Fucking 9 til 5 job.
“I was err wondering if maybe you wanted to go for a drink.” Matt asked, as I shoved the key in the lock and turned it. I looked up from concentrating on the lock and he looked kind of nervous.
“I don’t know.” I replied pulling the key from the lock and smiling sadly. He looked a little upset. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just I can’t.” I added as an after thought.
“Oh I understand I thought you were… well y’know.” He said looking down at the floor.
“Gay?” I asked, sighing and running my hand through my already growing hair, yea Zara said I should grow it, and I haven’t exactly got enough money to spend at the hairdressers, since y’know I’m saving.
“Well yea, basically, I’m sorry for offending you.” Matt replied I could see he was practically itching to leave this awkward situation; well it wasn’t awkward for me anyway.
“No, it’s not that, I’ve not really got money to spare.” I replied smiling sadly, again.
“Oh right, well I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Matt said turning to walk away.
“Yea, see ya then.” I replied. I watched for a few seconds as Matt’s tall figure was engulfed by the fog, I hate fog. Then I turned on my heel and started for my way home, yea guess who hasn’t got enough money for a taxi? Frank Iero.
I zipped up my coat and pushed my hands into the depths of my pockets, as I walked swiftly through the moving fog, eugh. I was walking when suddenly my jeans pocket started to vibrate, I rolled my eyes and reluctantly pulled my hand from my pocket to answer my mobile. I flipped open my mobile and glanced at the screen ‘Unknown Number’, if it’s important they’ll ring back.
The phone eventually stopped vibrating, so I put it into my coat pocket. About 30 seconds later it started to vibrate again, maybe it is important. I pulled my mobile out and answered without glancing at the screen this time.
“Hello?” I said as I dodged walking into a bollard, that's the fogs fault.
“Frank?” Came an all too familiar voice.
“Y-Yea.” I stuttered trying my hardest to keep my cool.
“I’m gonna keep this short and sweet, you, New York, tonight, with my money.”
“I-I haven’t got your money!” I replied, he fucking knows I haven’t.
“Well get it somehow, you don’t want another run in like last month do you? Cause trust me I can arrange it.” Oh god his voice sent shivers through me, and not the good kind.
“I know, I know you can, but just give me more time, please.” Since when did I result to pleading?
“Listen, I want that money to me by 12 tonight, or I pay a visit to your little lover boys place.”
“I don’t have a ‘lover boy’.” I spat, confused.
“What about Gerald?”
“It’s Gerard.” Fuck, that’s it admit you know him, stupid fuck; I can’t even blame that on the weather!
“Whatever, if I don’t get my money I’ll slit his throat, well I won’t but you catch my drift.”
“Leave him the fuck alone.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Why? If it’ll get me my money I’ll do it.” He warned.
“He’s got nothing to do with this!” I practically yelled trying to get my point across.
“I know, but that’s not the point.”
“It is!”
“Don’t get smart with me, Frank.” Eugh, I hate it when people say your name like that.
“Sorry.” I mumbled.
“Good, if I don’t get my money Frank I will slit his throat and then I’ll slit yours, so get it to me.” I guess it’s plain and simple really.
“F-fine, where do I go?” I stuttered, damn nerves affecting my vocal cords!
“The alley next to 'The Indigo' strip club, full payment up front, I want it by 12.”
“O-okay.” And then he ended the call, fuck I knew this would happen. And there was a small part of me that hoped it was Gerard ringing me, fuck it’s been a month and he’s still in my fucking mind!
I turned around and headed straight for the train station, fuck my legs are shaking and it’s hard to walk.
½ hour later I arrived at the train station and bought my ticket. I walked onto the correct platform and looked up at the screen displaying the train times. 6:15, that’s when my train comes, and it’s just gone 6, fuck.
I walked over to one of the benches and sat down wrapping my coat tighter around my shoulders to prevent my whole body from shaking.
“The 6:15 train to New York has been delayed because of weather conditions, the delay may be between 30 and 40 minutes, we are sorry for any inconvenience caused.”
Perfect, mother-fucking-perfect, I’m cold, scared shitless for Gerard’s welfare and yet here I am, stuck on a platform in New Jersey. Great.
6:24..
6:28..
6:36..
6:42..
6:55..
7:00 I looked up from my watch as I heard the screeching of brakes, great it’s only 45 minutes late. I stood up and slowly walked onto the train, I’m cold, tired, and my whole body has gone numb. I sat on the seat and pulled my legs up to my chest, in order to try and generate some body heat. Now I’ve got an hour on the stupid train.
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The train jolted and kicked me out of my daydream, god I’d do anything to be at home, watching telly with a cup of cocoa. I slowly stood up stretching as I did; my legs were aching and stiff. I jumped off the train, nearly getting caught in the door as I did. I then walked in the direction of the exit.
After getting through the tolls and out onto the pavement I took a deep breath and then walked over to the taxi bay.
I stood hunched over, my head bowed, and then I heard a wolf whistle. What the fuck! I looked up to see a taxi pulled up in front of me, I squinted my eyes to look at the driver and was pleasantly surprised.
I swung the door open and hopped into the backseat.
“Hey Bobby!” I greeted the first smile on my face since I got the phone call back in Jersey.
“Hey Frankie-boy, what you doing here in New York?” Bob asked turning slightly in his seat to look at me.
“Business.” I replied, my smile faltering slightly.
“That bad huh?” I nodded, “Come sit in the front, that way we can talk properly.” Bob said after a few seconds of silence, I nodded happily and scrambled out of the backdoor and into the passenger seat.
“You look frozen.” Bob stated as he pulled away and glanced at my shaking form.
“I am, I’m probably gonna get really ill.” I replied, feeling a little at ease at seeing a familiar face.
“I’ll put the heater on; at least you’ll get sick pay though.” Bob commented making me laugh slightly. I watched as Bob flicked and pressed a few buttons, and then I felt the warm breeze flooding from the heaters and onto my face, I smiled contentedly as the feeling started to return to my frozen hands.
“Right so where do you wanna go?” Bob asked as we turned down some street I didn’t know. I glanced at my watch and saw it was 8:40, it was starting to get dark outside already, the streets lights glowed an eerie orange, and red and white car headlights littered the road.
“Well I need to go to some place called ‘The Indigo’ strip club, so could you drop me off at the nearest ATM?” I asked, as I watched the scenery go by, I was looking all around myself, and then I noticed Bob looking at me funny.
“What?” I asked, which caused Bob to look back at the road, cor we could have had an accident, although were had stopped at the traffic lights.
“Nothing, it’s just that’s a rough area, I don’t think you wanna go there.” Bob replied as he put the taxi in gear and moved with the traffic.
“But I need to.” I mumbled.
“Frank, I can’t go down there, it’s not a nice place, and there are whores, drug addicts and dealers littered all around the place. It’s not a place for a kid like you”
“What do you mean a kid like me?” I asked my voice rising slightly, as I became frustrated at the fact Bob thought I couldn’t look after myself.
“I don’t mean to offend you; I’m looking out for you. Your young and impressionable I’ve dropped kids off there before and the next time I’ve seen them they’ve been fucked up.” Bob said, I looked at him and he looked sincere, Bob’s never given me any reason not to trust him, so why shouldn’t I?
“I-okay, well can you drop me off at the nearest ATM to This Ain’t a Sin?” I asked.
“That I can do.” Bob said looking at me and smiling.
After a bit of driving we reached an ATM it was situated on the outside of a bank-duh- and a little way down the road there was a starbucks-which looked really inviting-, and there was a comic shop, and a few small clothing shops.
“Okay wait here, I’ll just get the money out.” I said as I jumped out the taxi and leant back in.
“Frank, don’t worry about it.” Bob said as I walked off, I walked backwards until I was by the door again.
“Bob you can’t keep doing that.” I sighed.
“Take it as a thank you for not going to ‘The Indigo’.”
“Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure; now close that door it’s getting cold!” He mock scolded I laughed and then said goodbye; I waved Bob off and then turned back to the ATM.
I pushed my bankcard into the card slot, and the machine practically grabbed it as soon as the card was near it. Vicious.
‘Processing request’
‘Please enter PIN’
“Shit! What’s my pin?” Fuck what the fuck is my pin, wait it’s coming back to me, it’s my birthday. I looked around me, being as cautious as I could while I typed my pin in, I was hunched over, my head practically in the ATM when I heard a voice behind me.
“Frank?”
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A/n dun dun duuunnn, XD Hope that was good dudes!!!
Thnxs for reading!!!
lya
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