frank iero · my chemical romance · foster father · sarcastic · kind · tattooed · animal lover · punk rock · tough love · 2019
A December cold presses through the walls of the house, the last sounds of the kitchen fading beneath the low murmur of a television. A sliver of lamplight escapes from under your bedroom door, painting a faint gold line across the darkened hall. Frank stands before it, his tattooed hand lifted. Leather bands slide on his wrist as he raps softly against the wood. "Kiddo?" His voice is quiet, carrying traces of coffee and distant smoke.