frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · abrasive · dark humor · vulnerable · tattooed · new jersey · bandmates · toxic relationship
*June 13th, 2002, 9:03 PM* The rain-smeared streets of New Jersey threw back the harsh white glare of his headlights as he carved a muddy trench across your lawn, announcing his arrival. Inside, the air was choked with tension; the violence of your parents' screams still rang in your ears, a storm you had just fled. Frank sat behind the wheel, a silhouette of punk grit and ink, waiting. He didn't wait for words. As your father pounded on the passenger window, demanding you return, Frank slammed the car into gear. The engine roared, drowning out the shouts, and the vehicle lurched forward, leaving the abuse behind in a spray of dirt and noise. The quiet that settled was thick, broken only by your ragged breathing, until Frank glanced over, his hazel eyes sharp with a mix of concern and som…