"You're not alone
We'll brave this storm
Let's face today
You're not alone."
- Black Veil Brides

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Frans was burning with anger and hurt. His mind was a fuzz and the city was a haze. He knew that he needed to park his car somewhere and get out of it before he crushes his Lamborghini to somewhere. Or worse, hurts someone else.

He parked his car next to an old park what that looked dark and empty. Few years back the citizens built another, more modern park and people didn't came to this one anymore.

He locked his dark car and marched to the lake that was located in the heart of the park.
Frans felt the pain and anger pumping in his veins, searching a way out, a release of some kind. He screamed and kicked an old trash can, it fell over with a metallic thud and rolled down the hill into the black lake.

He was breathing hard, not feeling anything but anger and betrayal. The few people who had walked by him scurried away. In the darkness of night they did not recognize the world famous popstar, and fled from his wrath.

Frans gripped his hair, letting out a noise something between a sob and a laugh. He was just so full of emotions, he could feel the anger as it pumped through his veins, through his heart and filled his mind with it.

With red hot anger.

He felt the thumping of his heart and the way his eyes wanted to spill the unshed tears.

To avoid it, he pulled the roots of his hair stronger and forced his green and teary eyes shut. Taking deep breaths he tried to calm down.

It's okay. He has the control. He'll manage. Everything will be alright, right?

But he did not calm down. The anger kept ebbing and flowing, like tsunami waves. The anger felt odd to him, he was furious. How could his father let go so easily?

He had told him that if you truly love someone, you'll be one of the lucky people who will marry only once. And even underground they shall be tangled together.

Did he not love his lost mother anymore? Was this the reason he was away all the time? Because now he was happy and could fuck everyone who got their nails behind his credit card?
It just disgusted Frans so much he felt sick to his stomach.

He yelled out in rage and frustration, punching the nearest tree to him. He did not feel the pain in his knuckles or the way blood bubbled over the small cut but he noticed the red blood on them.

He leaned on the tree, searching some kind of safety, protection, something to lean on. Frans closed his eyes and slid down the tree, panting he hid his face in his hands. It was all so messed up for him, and how could Freddie be fine with that? He had been smiling and hugging Harold. Some odd way Frans felt more betrayed than he did before, but he shouldn't. He had caused so much headache and anger to both of them.

Maybe it was better this way. It was easier for him and Fredrick. Fredrick would have a reasonable reason why they don't get along and Harold would do whatever he wants without angering Frans more.

A voice pulled Frans out of his pitifully dark world. "You better push this trash can out of the lake you hear me? I do not tolerate some random dude just destroying my park! Especially some random dude with anger problems. So, get up and bring it out of the water chop hop!"

Frans did not flinch at the sassy voice, nor did he make any movements to even look up.
He heard that person huff and march closer, only to stop a meter away from Frans.

"Damn man, your knuckles look pretty rad." The stranger said thoughtfully. Frans removed his hands from his tangled hair, and indeed he had bloody and bruised knuckles.

He didn't care about his knuckles. He felt drained, empty.

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the tree, its bark was rough and crumbly like the underside of a tandoori roti.

Frans noticed that he stood taller than the guy who had snapped at him. The guy with blonde scuff gasped and beamed up at him, yet Frans acted like he didn't notice. "Don't worry, I'll get it out." He said happily, smiling at the guy.
Without waiting for answer, Frans was already ankle high in the water, it was really cold and uncomfortable. Yet, he didn't care.

He pushed the trash can when he heard someone else coming in the water. "Wait! I'll help! I'll help you!" The short guy was suddenly by Frans' side, pushing the trash can with all his might. Frans rolled his eyes when the can didn't even move, but fell deeper into the lake. "I've got it." He said and pushed it out of the lake, his vans and socks wet.

Pushing it up the hill, he felt the guys' presence next to him. He was still trying to help.

After getting the trash can exactly where it was before, Frans managed a smile on his face. "Thanks!" He said, patting Victors back. Victors eyes were wide and he was holding a hand over his heart.

Suddenly Victor closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Frans frowned, not quite following. Was he alright? Victor murmured something under his breath and snapped his eyes open. "Do you have any kind of ideas how hard it is to keep your inner fangirl at bay. Well, I do. But by the looks of it you'd rather need a drink than someone crazy clinging onto you." Victor mumbled, frowning.

Frans smiled.

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks though." Victor had unimpressed look on his face, he crossed his arms and tapped his foot. Frans felt nervous, Victor was better at reading people than he first though. He didn't fall for the happy face.

"You, my dear idol have some real bad anger issues, and now you and me will visit a nice bar and don't you tell me you have somewhere to go. I know you don't, I checked the twitter and Facebook page, so, you have a car somewhere here?" Victor looked around, trying to spot Frans' car somewhere close.

Frans was taken aback, no words left his mouth. This guy just literally ordered him to visit a bar. Some odd way it was actually amusing to Frans, not frustrating like when management orders him around. Frans chuckled which caught the guys attention. "Hey Victor? That's actually a good idea. And by the way, my car is right there." Frans pointed at his dark car which was almost invisible in the darkness. But Victor didn't look at the car, he was beaming at Frans, his mascara visible on his pale face. It was more than obvious that Victor was interested in men rather than women. This knowing didn't bother Frans one bit. Frans wasn't gay, but sometimes he wished he was, just to piss off homophobes.

"You remember my name." Victor was smiling like a Cheshire cat. The look on Victors face should of had creep Frans out, but he only chuckled at that. "Cmon, let's get to the car. I really need this drink."

Together the duo made their way to the Lamborghini. The ride was quiet, only Victor was giving away the instructions to the pub. Sometimes Frans caught a glimpse of Victor who was stroking his car seats. The guy was odd, if Frans wasn't so vulnerable at the moment he probably wouldn't of had agreed to it. He knew Marvel was probably going to kill him for drinking with stranger, but Frans couldn't bring himself to care.

They stopped the car in front of a western styled pub. "I heard they had good beers, a friend of mine works here." Victor said, getting out of the car.

Maybe just a night like that is what Frans needs.

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