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chapter 23

by RedNight 0 reviews

frankie is bored

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Romance - Characters: Frank Iero - Published: 2012-05-03 - Updated: 2012-05-03 - 479 words - Complete

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Ray knows exactly where Spencer is taking me. After all he has been stalking him for months. We are in what seems like the middle of nowhere. The car takes a left and all of a sudden a little house can be seen.
Spencer stops the car and gets out. He roughly pulls me out and leads me into the house. Once inside he ties me to a chair. The house has no furniture apart from a table, a matress and the chair I'm sitting on.
Ray, Frank and Gerard will be here at 7:00am tomorrow. I just have to survive for the rest of the day... Easier said than done.
"I like what you've done with the place." I say smiling. You know just to piss him off. He scoffs and disappears into another room. I wonder what he meant by I was where he wanted me to be. I know for sure he was talking shit about reading minds. I mean I lived with my cheating dad for 16 years. I can tell a lie from a mile away.
I hope Gerard is ok. That mother fucker better have at least fed him. He's fucking thin enough as it is.
Spencer comes back into the room holding a knife. Like I said easier said than done. He walks behind me and cuts my arm. I screw my face up in pain. Fuck that hurt. He gets a cloth and wipes the cut. Well that was a bit pointless. He gets up and walks out of the house.
I am left alone with my thoughts. What if the guys don't make it in time. What if Spencer catches them. I'm beginning to doubt my own plan. I hate being alone with my thoughts I end up being really negative.

I'm bored. And I want skittles. Mmmm skittles... I deserve shit loads of skittles after this. I like the green ones best. Skittles. Oh skittles. Why is it when I can't have them I have such a craving for them. How many more times can I say skittles.
To try and get my mind away from the lovely chewy sweets I think of my parents. I miss them. I miss my moms cooking. She made a mean vegetarian lasagne. Oh lasagne. Fuck I'm hungry. My stomach rumbles in agreement. I really need to stop thinking about food.
I think about Ray and his awesome fro. I have such an urge to straighten it. I wonder what he would look like if he cut it. I need a hair cut. God I think so much shit when I'm bored. Oh skittles.

Dum. Dum. Dum. I sing in my head. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm bored. My eyes are so heavy. I give in to the sleep that's attacking me at least the hunger and boredom will go away for a while.
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