Suffering Alone In Silence

Frank’s POV

The next morning I am feeling energetic. It’s Saturday, which means that Mikey and I sit in front of the TV all morning and watch cartoons, before moving onto video games. I like hanging out with Mikey, he never pressures me into telling him anything. I trust Mikey with everything, because he’s been with me through everything.

I’m sitting at the kitchen table. Mikey is stuffing himself full of the banquet that Donna decided to cook up for everyone-well except me. I am still on a strict eating plan, just for a few more weeks. Apparently it’s to make sure that I don’t relapse, but I am finally at a weight that everyone is happy with and my blood work is all looking good. It’s not where it’s meant to be, but it’s getting there. This also means that because I am receiving the right nutrients my body is starting to repair itself. The eating plan also assists my medications to work correctly.
We’re all sitting around the table just chatting about random bits and pieces when the doorbell rings. Donna excuses herself to go and answer it, while Gerard, Mikey and I all continue to laugh about stupid things. We suddenly go quiet when we hear Donna yell out at the person at the door.

“NO! You cannot do this to him; I have every single legal right to him. You are not welcome in this house!” My blood drains from my face and goes cold in my veins with fear that one or both of my parents have found me.

Gerard and Mikey must of sensed my fear because without a sound they both go up, Gerard pulling me up from my chair and we headed to Gerard’s bedroom, Locking the doors behind us.

We continue to listen to Donna crying and yelling at the person at the front door, and I know it’s about me. Gerard holds me tightly against him, while Mikey holds my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

Minutes pass before the front door slams closed and we hear footsteps approaching the basement door. Three knocks sound before Donna cries out to us.

“It’s only me. Can you let me in?” She asks.

Mikey gets up and unlocks the door, and Donna rushes down.

I get up and go and hug her, but she holds me ever so tightly, that I think that maybe it wasn’t my parents after all.

“Oh my precious, you must be so scared, I’m so sorry baby.” She whispers in my ear.

“Who was it?” I ask timidly, perhaps a little terrified of her reply.

“It was your original case worker. She had come to collect you not knowing that you had changed case workers and that the courts had given all parental rights to me. I was so scared that she was going to barge past me and take you,” She mumbles, before releasing me.

“How about we take a trip today, who wants to go the pier?” Donna smiles at us.

I look at Gerard and Mikey who are smiling and hi fiving each other.

“What’s at the Pier?” I ask.

“Have you never been?” Gerard asks incredulously.

“No...” I reply slowly.

“Oh honey, it’s got rides and food and it’s right on the beach. I would take the boys nearly every other weekend. We had such good times there. You will love it, believe me,” Donna gushes.

With that said, she leaves the room telling us to get ready to go out, and that we are going to have so much fun. I want to believe her so badly, but when I look at Gerard and Mikey they are chatting away excitedly about the rides they want to do, that all I can do is believe in magic.