The Game (Frankie Iero) 38 ~+~+NEW~+~+~

You figured ,as you walked to Lisa’s house, that you were also going to explain Dylan’s death. I mean you only managed to kill both of their children. Might as well tell their parents how you managed to kill both of them with one stone. You walked up to the dusty rose colored house. There wasn’t a car in the drive way but you decided to give it a try any ways. You rang the door bell and heard the faint sound of a baby cry. Lisa never mentioned a baby. When the door swung open, you were certain this was the wrong house. Her parents were old, but a guy with brown hair stood in the door way wearing a dark blue sweater.

*Sorry, I must have the wrong address.* you said as you turned around.

*Bobby?* He asked. A breath caught in your throat. You were paralyzed and frozen in place. Your eyes began to water as you faced him.

*Dylan?*




















*I thought you were dead.* You said jumping into his arms.

*I thought you were dead, I heard about Adam and Paul so I figured that you were …. But you‘re not. Come inside. Please.*

*Where are your parents?*

*They are working over time. The funeral was more expensive then they thought… I‘m just here visiting.* then you heard another baby cry. He looked around then walked to a crib and picked up the baby. *This is Becky…short for Rebecca.*

*Is she?*

*She’s mine.*

*Where’s her mom?*

*Jail. Convicted of drug possession and the baby got dumped on me. She was so little then. I didn’t think she was going to survive. Her mom didn‘t really take good care of her. Becky wasn‘t even named. So when I got her, I went to that office thingy…whatever it is, and I named her after you.*

*Why?*

*Because I know that you were the one that called. The paramedics said that if they hadn‘t of arrived a few minutes earlier I would have died. Because of you I‘m alive. And because of me, this one‘s alive. So I figured why not?*

*Well, anyways I just came over to tell your parents that Lisa was sorry and that if she could she would have done everything differently. That she was like my little sister. And yada yada.* you gave him a hug.

*So where are you staying?*

*I‘m not staying anywhere. I‘m heading off to New York.*

*Why?*

*I don‘t have anything waiting for me here. I figured that I could work in the city for a little while until I‘m completely done with smack. Then I‘m going to meet up with a guy I like.*

*Do you at least have any money?*

*No. But that‘s never stopped me before. I mean I slept behind Vons last night.*

*You can live with me. I‘m only here visiting my parents. I have an apartment.*

*Okay. Sounds good.*

*You wouldn‘t even need to find a job. I need a babysitter.*

*Babysitting?*

*150 bucks a week.*

*Sounds fair.*

*I don’t think this means anything to you. But I’m leaving tonight. Once my parents come home. We’re going to have dinner and I’m going to head to the city.* he smiled as he put down his daughter.

*How old is she. I mean I haven‘t seen you in 8 months. She‘s much too old to be only 8 months old.*

*She‘s almost a year old. Only a few more days*

*A few more days.*

*She was born a few days after you.*

*I noticed. That‘s pretty ironic.*

*Yeah. It is. Do you want to go on a walk.*

*I don‘t know. People around here, I still don‘t feel like I belong.*

*Just around the block. We can even walk to the old squat.*

*Is it still a squat?*

*Yeah.*

*You want to take your daughter to that place?*

*She‘s sleeping. We‘ll have like 30 minutes.*

*No we shouldn‘t let‘s wait until later to go.*

*Okay. So. How‘s you‘re life been?*

*one big fucked up lie after another. You know I think my life is what God...or whoever created to have a laugh with. It‘s still as fucked up as can be.*

*You look pale. You want some juice?*

*Yeah, sure…. I‘m going through withdrawals. I was clean after we thought you died. Paul and I were. Adam and Lisa kept at it though. I t was a huge mess. I mean it started out great. The first 4 shows were awesome. Then I met Frankie and I got attached and he got attached. Then I found some dope and shit hit the fan after that.*

*Frankie….Oh, I remember*

*You remember?*

*I‘ve been keeping tabs on you guys.*

*What are you talking about.*

*Once I heard you guys went on tour I went on the internet and looked for fan sites and etc. Found your pictures, videos of your live performances, read your band member bios…*

*Dylan, that isn‘t creepy and stalker-ish at all.* you said sarcastically.

*You, my friend, are a VERY good performer. You‘re fun to watch. You move around a lot. Sometimes move into other people‘s sets…*

*You saw that?*

*Everyone was talking about that! How you stole the show from Frankie played an ALTERNATE part. AND kicked him in the nuts, at least twice. *

*Did you read the article or something?*

*Read the article. And watched the video on YouTube. Which was pretty funny. Over a million views even. It’s rated at a 4 and a half stars out of 5 and favorites by at least 3 thousand people. You’ve become some kind of an icon. Oh not to mention a lot of people have quoted that infamous article. You are one popular chick.*

*Wow, one retaliation and one lousy article interview and everyone loves me?*

*You didn’t do just one article, you should see the paparazzi pictures.*

*What?

*They have pictures of you and Frankie making out, and pictures of the hellish hickies on his neck. They have pictures at the laundry mat. Picture of you passed out next to a port-a-potty and more pictures of Frankie waking you up. TONS of pictures of you guys all kissy-wissy. It’s actually pretty gross. * While he was saying this he was  going through all the pictures on his computer of you and Frankie. Until he stopped at one picture. You breath caught in your throat. You didn’t want to look at it anymore.

*Want to explain this one? You know the article covered that you were acting…. I know that’s not true.* he looked at you and you shrugged.

In the picture your hair was messed up you clutched your jacket to yourself and you looked up to Frankie with tears in your eyes. Frankie pointed a finger and you screaming with tears coming down his own face and to the left on the picture was Alicia.

*That was when he found out I slept with someone. I lied. I told him that I needed the money but the guy I slept with was a drug dealer. He made me a deal that if I slept with him I could have all the smack I wanted. That girl is Frankie‘s little sister. That was a bad day…a very bad day.*

*I can imagine. I‘m sorry for being so nosy.*

*I haven‘t seen you in 8 months, I guess it‘s understandable. Can I ask you a question?*

*Yeah. No problem.*

*So you knew where we were, you knew how to contact us. But you never did. Why didn‘t you call us. I mean we thought of you everyday we thought you were dead and for such a long time we each blamed ourselves and thought we were cowards and shit like that. Why didn‘t you ever call us.*

*I was afraid. I didn‘t want you guys to come back. I was rooting for you guys to make is big, besides I had a little girl to deal with. I couldn’t just get back up on my feet after I almost died. I dropped drugs all together, smoking alcohol everything cold turkey.  Though it felt like I abandoned you guys, I lost my addiction and got the answers to so many other things.*

*Please don‘t tell me you found god… please don‘t tell me you took the born again christian route.*

*No. I’m still the farthest from religious. But yeah. Everything has its ways. I’m a firm believer in Karma. You know what goes around comes around and that’s how I survive. I really wish that Lisa and Paul and Adam were still here. Lisa was more your sister than mine. And it hurt to hear about you guys and the drugs and shit.*