regrets ✔️ | frank x reader |

~The End is Near~

"Looking for something, Y/N?" Frank leaned against the door, holding a shimmering necklace in one hand and his mask in the other. A smirk played on his face.

"Frank." Y/N stepped back. She held his car keys tightly.

"Relax. I'm not going to kill you. I just think that it is idiotic to run away and take my car keys." Frank shrugged. Y/N peered closer at him.

His soft hair was messy and unkept. His knuckles were bloody and bruised. His steel rings decorated his fingers. He wore a crisp, new navy suit with expensive shoes. His eyes were red. His eye bags becoming more visible.

"I did what a sane person would do." Y/N stammered.

"Sane? So you think that running away and stealing someone's keys to go on a trip to paradise is sane?" Frank walked closer to her.

"Fair point. W-What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, confused.

"Well, put it this way. I wanted to explain everything to you." Frank sighed. His confidence faded into sorrow.

"How'd you know I was here?" Y/N asked.

"I tracked you down." Frank said casually.

"You say that like it's not a problem. How'd you track me down?" Y/N asked again.

"I didn't track you down. I tracked my cars location. It's that simple." Frank held the heirloom in his large palm.

"How'd—" Y/N asked. She got stopped by Frank.

"Enough questions. What do you want with the heirloom?" Frank asked sternly.

Y/N stuttered a little.

"Y/N. Just tell me so we can get this over with."  Frank said. His emotions decreased into nothing.

"Mully told me that the heirloom was here. He looked desperate so I instantly thought that if I get the heirloom, it would mean something." Y/N looked into Frank's eyes.

Frank smirked naturally. He walked closer to Y/N.

"Now that we got that over with, I'd like to explain." Frank's smirk faded. Y/N looked at him and remembered the encounter that had happened just a few hours ago.

The memories of Y/N walking in on a crime scene flooded her mind, making her dizzy.

"I never wanted to do any of this. If I had a choice, I wouldn't do any of this. I don't want to kill people. I don't want to ruin innocent people's lives." Frank looked at Y/N. His red eyes were dull.

Y/N looked back at him. She regretted running away. She regretted everything she had done. Her mind was filled with regrets. Y/N depicted Frank to be a narcissistic, rich ass but he was actually broken and misunderstood. He never had a real childhood. He never felt loved.

"Frank..." Y/N ran to him and engulfed him into a big hug. His soft hair brushed against her and his cold hands wrapped around her waist.

"Y/N. There's something I didn't tell you." Frank pulled away unexpectedly.

Y/N looked at him, confused.

"I was supposed to kill you instead of Callroy." Frank's voice was drained. He had trouble saying it in front of Y/N.

Y/N's face dropped.

"What?" Y/N went pale.

"3 years ago, I had tried to board the infinity train. But I couldn't. Graffiti had covered up the pillar. I thought that it was my last chance. I found out that you and Jacob Bressler has done the graffiti. I put you guys on my list. You can guess what kind of list it was..." Frank was ashamed to say this.

"Last month, I had another chance to board the  infinity train. I figured that the graffiti had washed away so I didn't pay much attention to it. The old graffiti was replace by a new one, sabotaging my mission. Then I found out just a day ago that you, had once more, did the graffiti." Frank continued.

"If anyone outside of the Secret Society sees me attempting to board the infinity train, I have to put a dissolving pill designed to wipe out ones memory, in their water. If anyone interferes with the mission, I have to kill them." Frank gulped.

"Continue." Y/N said. Her throat was dry.

"I was supposed to kill you because that was the rule. But I couldn't. I felt bad for you. You have the government on your back and your own father trying to kill you. I wanted to protect you from that. I wanted you to have a good life." Frank gripped the heirloom in his hand.

"Then why did you kill Callroy?" The question rolled off of Y/N's tongue.

"Because he found out about the scheme. He found out about everything. He was in this very room a day ago, trying to take the heirloom. But I got here before he could lay a finger on it. I took him into the basement of the house and interrogated him. He had refused to answer any of my questions and had ran off into the bathroom, calling for backup. I got to the bathroom quickly and shot him." Frank admitted.

"What is the infinity train?" Y/N asked.

"The infinity train is a train that takes you back in time to change just one thing." Frank stared at the window behind Y/N.

Y/N looked behind her. The Fairchild mansion was surrounded by police cars and black cars with black tinted windows. The flashing red and blue lights made Y/N panic.

"Shit. Y/N. Stay with me." Frank held Y/N's hand and intertwined their hands.

Frank put on his mask and pulled Y/N into the hallway and into another room.

Frank had pulled her into a large master bedroom that Y/N had assumed was Mrs. and Mr. Fairchild's room.

Frank closed the door and locked it. He held Y/N's hand tightly and walked over to the bed.

"Y/N. Get under the bed." Frank took his car keys from Y/N's hand and fumbled with it, trying to find a specific key.

"What?!" Y/N fidgeted around.

"Just get under the bed Y/N, please." Frank's eyes twinkled when he found the right key. It was an old, bronze with an interesting design.

Y/N quickly got under the bed and Frank followed.

Y/N steadied her breathing as she heard dozens of people break into the house. Their loud footsteps made Y/N's anxiety triple.

Y/N heard a booming voice from right outside the door:

"They're in here!" A deep, angry voice said.

Frank looked at the hardwood floor and flipped up a part of the wood. Under the wood was a key hole. Frank struggled to put the key in, his shaking hands made him curse in anger.

Multiple pairs of footsteps came running to towards the door

"Hurry the fuck up Frank!" Y/N whispered. But it was too late.

They were here.

A/N: Well shit.