I was wearing my Frank Lero shirt today and my sociology teacher thought frank was from taking back Sunday

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The door opened and I looked at my dad and Mikey.

"We need to sneak out," my dad said quietly.

Mikey grabbed a wheelchair and helped me put the still unconscious Frank into it. It was dark out, probably near midnight. We got into a van and I quickly grabbed one of the blankets, covering Frank with it.

I cried quietly, snuggling up to his side. The others were all silent as they drove. Frank stirred awake, looking around in panic as he instinctively reached for the gun in the back of his jeans, which wasn't there because he was still in a hospital gown.

"Frankie, Frankie, calm down," I whispered.

He relaxed a bit, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over at me. At least it seems like he had his memory back.

"Y-you called them?" Frank asked, looking at my dad and brother suspiciously.

"We left the money back at the bakery where you had a heart attack, we have no other option," I said.

Frank looked sort of distant for a moment.

"I-I had a heart attack," he mumbled. "I died. I-I was actually completely dead."

My lip quivered as I nodded.

"Jamia was there," he whispered. "Sh-she was happy that I found someone who made me so happy."

I hugged him tight and he kissed the top of my head.

"Dad, we need food," I said. "We haven't eaten in days, we're starving."

"We'll pull over somewhere," my dad said.

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"I got you a gift, Frankie," I said.

I handed him the bear and he smiled.

"How'd you get this?" He asked.

I showed him my puppy dog face and he sighed.

"Well, I guess it doesn't only work on me," he mumbled.

I giggled and nodded and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We got food and I smiled. The two of us ate and snuggled up in the backseat of the warm car until we fell asleep.

"We're at the border," my dad announced, waking us both up.

I yawned, stretching my arms.

"I've got your birth certificate, Gee," my dad said.

I felt my blood run cold.

"What about Frank?" I asked. "Y-you don't have his passport?"

"That's his own damn problem," my dad said.

"Pull the car over," I stated.

"He can get out," my dad said. "He won't make it to the States anyways."

"No, I--"

"Gee, it's okay, I'll find another way home," Frank said softly. "You get home first and get the house ready, yeah?"

I shook my head, clutching onto his arm.

"I love you, baby," Frank whispered.

Frank opened the door and stepped out but I quickly followed.

"Get back in the car," my dad said.

"It's okay," Frank whispered. "Get somewhere safe."

I shook my head as I looked at him. Frank sat me in the car, buckling me up.

"I love you," Frank mumbled, giving me a soft kiss.

I sobbed, shaking my head. Frank shut the door and my dad started off. I looked at Frank and saw him standing there in the middle of the snow in only a hospital gown. It looked like he was even crying, he knew there was no other way for him to get back. I would go home safely and he would die here.

"Y-you can't leave him," i cried. "He's my husband, I love him."

"You can get a new, better husband," my dad said.

I shook my head, unbuckling my seat belt. I jumped out of the car, gasping as I fell into the snow. Frank hurried to me, helping me to my feet as I sniffled.

"Baby, don't do this," Frank said softly. "I can't die knowing you're gonna die too."

"I want to be with you forever," I said. "I can't leave you here."

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I smiled. The car backed up and my dad rolled down the window.

"Get in the car, Gerard," my dad ordered.

"No, I'm staying with Frank," I said.

"You're going to die out here," he stated.

"Then we die together," I said. "I'm not leaving my husband here, I love him."

"Mikey, get him in the car," my dad said.

"If you try to take me then I'll tell border patrol that you kidnapped me," I said.

"Baby, you're safe if you go with them," Frank whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

"You just got out of the hospital after a pretty major heart attack," I said. "You won't survive another week out here before you have another heart attack."

"But you'll be out here alone for so long," he said. "You don't want to stay here with me."

"Fine, we can smuggle Frank in," my dad said.

I gasped happily, nodded my head. My dad pulled off the cushions to the backseat, revealing a big empty spot.

"Nice drug smuggling spot," Frank mumbled. "I should've done this."

"Will he be able to breath in there?" I asked.

"He only has to stay in while we're going over the border," my dad said.

Frank laid into the small space, curling up his body to fit. I have him a kiss and smiled, putting the seat cushion back. I sat down and we got to the border check. They did a small check, looking at our passports and birth certificates.

"Alright, he can come out now," my dad said.

I pulled up the seat, helping Frank out. I gave Frank a kiss and snuggled up next to him.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked quietly, holding his hands.

"Yeah, i'm fine," he said.

"You're not allowed to lie to me, we're married," I said. "I know you don't want me to worry but you can't lie because I still need to know, even if I might not like it or if it scares me."

Frank sighed quietly. "It still feels uncomfortable but I'm not too bad, thankfully. Just a slight bit of pain."

"We can't have sex for a couple weeks," I said.

"No sex?" Frank asked in disappointment. "Come on, it wasn't that bad. Maybe just a week then we can fuck again."

"No, you have to rest," I said.

"You're not fucking my son," my dad said angrily.

"Oh, I am, and he loves every second of it," Frank said. "You should see him, he dresses in scantily clad clothes and gives lap dances and he's even sucked me off right in public."

"My son would never," my dad denied.

"You clearly don't know your son," Frank said.

"Don't get him mad, Frankie," I whispered. "He might kick you out again."

Frank sighed but stayed silent. We got to a big field and I saw a helicopter there. We got ourselves into the helicopter and I held Frank's hand.

"Almost home," I whispered.

Frank smiled, resting his head in my shoulder.

"I love you so much, baby," he mumbled.

I gave him a kiss, smiling softly. Frank fell asleep as the helicopter took off and I ran my fingers through his hair gently. Everyone else was silent as I looked at the ground that was far below us.

I kissed the top of Frank's head softly as I watched Frank sleep peacefully. He looked so gentle and relaxed. He needed to be peaceful and relaxed. If I didn't keep him that way then he could have another heart attack. I think living at the beach house again will help him a lot, he can go back to Beach Daddy.

"How'd you get out here?" Mikey asked.

"Frank went on a trip for the business but I hid in the trunk to sneak with him," I said. "And then one night at the hotel we were kidnapped and chained up in a basement on an island. I got us to escape and we've been living on the streets eating food out of the trash trying to find a way home."

"So you weren't even supposed to be here?" Mikey asked. "It was only meant to be Frank?"

"Yeah. I got into a lot of trouble for sneaking away with him," I said. "He was really upset with me because he didn't want me getting hurt. He only wants the best for me, you know. He takes care of me, he loves me."

"He doesn't love you, he's using you," my dad stated.

"He does love me," I said. "We love each other. We're soulmates, dad. When we were here he gave me almost all of his food. He almost died because he was making sure I was well taken care of before him. He made us switch clothes because he was wearing warmer stuff so he walked around in my pink skirt. And he gave me all his food and he gave me a hat and gloves and he made sure I was always warm and wrapped up in the blanket. He loves me more than anything else in the whole world."

The two didn't say anything and I lifted Frank's hand up to give it a soft kiss on the knuckles.

"He really loves me," I whispered. "He loves me more than anyone ever has. He's supported me through everything. He's held me when I'm scared and made me smile when I was sad. And everyday he cooks and cleans and he even cleans the litter box. Frank does everything he can to make my life easier and better."

"That doesn't change the fact that he is the enemy," My dad said. "He's stolen business, he's killed your mother, and he's even old enough to be your own father."

"You killed his fiancé first," I said. "Why would you kill Jamia? She didn't do anything wrong."

"If she was dead then Frank wouldn't pay attention to the business as much and we'd be able to steal his business," my dad said. "But then he ended up killing your mom, I hadn't expected that."

"You're the bad guy," I said. "Jamia was sweet and innocent."

"You were only a kid, what do you know?" My dad asked.

My eyes watered as I shook my head, looking out the window of the helicopter. Frank and I were almost home, we were almost free again.