Follow me home (Frerard)

Like a bullet through a flock of doves

(Frank's Pov)

"Frank, you're wasting your time with music. Out of the millions of others wanting to do the same thing, there's a chance you won't even make it in the music industry. You know that." My mother's aggravating voice fills my ears with 'concern' over the Skype call.

"If I don't take a chance on it, I'll never know if I will or not. Plus, becoming a lawyer isn't my kind of thing. You know that."

Since my mom was one of the biggest, most successful lawyers in most parts of the U.S. she's had this idea stuck in her head that I'd be a good lawyer too. Growing up, she always had me watching shows like csi, law and order, etc. Though, there were times she'd let me watch a few cartoons. still, she tried preparing me for law school since pretty much birth. It wasnt until eighth grade that I stopped paying attention to all of it. Music was always my escape and my passion. I used to always practice guitar chords at a Ray's house or at the local music store when my mom was at work, or out of town on a case. When I was 15, she got me a job as an assistant at a law firm here in Florida. With my first pay check I immediately (Without her knowing) bought my own guitar. I don't know exactly why she's always been soo opposing towards musicians. she never really gave me a reason.

Maybe it had something to do with my dad. But the thing is.. As cliche as it sounds, my dad left right before I was born. Mom doesn't talk about him. At all. When I ask her, she just ignores me or changes the subject. She has no photos of him. No records saved. Almost like hes never existed. she's never even told me his name.. All I know is that we share the same DNA and last name. Maybe her hate for musicians has something to do with him.. Now, doesn't that sound pathetic?

"It night not be your thing, but you'll be financially stable. I'm just looking out for you."

I roll my eyes, relieved that I have my camera off so that she can't see me. "I don't care if I'm financially stable or not, mom. I just want to do what I love. if you were really looking out for me, you'd see that and support me on it."

she sighs. "This is just one big phase, Frank. If you'd grow up, you'll see that and study in something that wont screw you over in the long run. you're just living on a stupid little fantasy. you won't get anywhere with it. But go ahead and waste your life with shit like this, see what happens when you become a street beggar. So I'd suggest you give it up now Frank!"

A fantasy? Really? Is that what she calls it? A fucking fantasy?!

Anger and adrenaline coursed through my veins as her words engraved into my mind. She knows music is everything to me then she goes and calls it a damn fantasy. It made me infuriated and speechless.

What the hell have I ever done to deserve a mother as ignorant as mine? Seriously?..

With out a word or a second thought, I hang up on the call with tears of anger rolling down my cheek.

I don't need to hear anymore of her bullshit. At least not right now. I don't really care if I've hurt her so called 'feelings' because shes done enough damage herself today.

Only one person on this earth could possibly make me feel any better right now. And that was Jamia. But she's not in Florida anymore and she was probably busy.

I go ahead and Skype her anyway. I just really wanted to speak to her.

Even though our relationship as a couple failed miserably, we were still extremely close friends. She was always more of a best friend than a girlfriend to me, to be completely honest. I guess thats how it was always meant to be for the both of us.

I kept my camera off, just so that she won't see my tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.

"Hi Frank! What's up?" She asks in a cheerful tone, after answering on the second ring.