Blood Donor
Chapter 14
Eight days, ten fucks, five blowjobs, and way too many lies told to Frankie. That’s what’s passed since I agreed to sleep with Bert. Oh, and a vial of drug blood a day. I didn’t necessarily ask for it, but I also didn’t say no when he offered it. And I drank every last drop. Why wouldn’t I? It was there and oh so tempting. I’m way too addicted by this point. And I hate it. I hate every little bit of what Bert’s turned me into. I just wanted a happy life with Frank. Where did it go wrong?
“Hey Gee?” Bert speaks up from beside me in bed. I don’t say anything. I’ve told him several times that only Frank can call me that. He doesn’t take the hint though, “I want you to break up with Frank.”
Now I turn and look at him. I can’t believe what I just heard. Break up with Frank? Take the one person who believes in me fully and rip his heart to shreds? That would be as bad as killing him! I would never do that!
“What? Why?” Yeah. Not a refusal, asking for a reason. What’s wrong with me?
“C’mon, Gee, wouldn’t things just be easier? You obviously don’t like him very much if you’re sleeping with me. And I honestly don’t like sharing my supply when I know you don’t need it. You’re getting just as much blood from him.”
My blood is boiling. He would be really wise to shut up right now. But of course he doesn’t.
“And really if breaking up is too hard you could always just kill him.”
I snap. In an instant I have Bert pinned to the wall by his throat. I get right up in his face, “Listen to me, you fucking scumbag. I sleep with you to protect Frank. I don’t trust myself not to hurt him. And I never asked you to share your precious “supply.” You can keep it for all I care. Frank’s better than any drug. Yet you dare to suggest that I could just kill him? Not only does that go against everything I’ve worked for in this undead life, but I love him!”
I can’t believe I let those words slip out of my mouth. To Bert. But I feel the truth in them and I’m not taking them back. I just wish Frank had been the first one I told. That I love him. I couldn’t live without him. I need him in my life because he keeps me stable. God, what have I been doing this whole time? Cheating on the man I love and claiming it’s for him. I’ve got to stop this.
Bert doesn’t even look slightly scared. In fact, he smiles, “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
He really should have known better. I pick him up and throw him across the room. He slams hard into the wall and crumples to the floor. Good. I want him to stay down for a while. I start to gather my clothes and begin to pull them on. I’m just walking out the door when I hear Bert cough.
“You don’t want to do this. How would your precious Frankie feel if I told him about everything you’ve been up to?”
I don’t even turn around, “You won’t get the chance.”
To him it probably sounded like a death threat. What it really meant was that I’m going to tell Frank. I have to. It’s better he know now than find out later. I can’t hurt him anymore.
Ignoring the fact that the sun’s coming up I sprint through the streets. After about a mile I know my skin is beet red. People must be staring. By the time I get home I’m literally smoking, but I don’t care. I have to get to Frank. I walk through the house, hoping he’s awake. But he’s not. He’s lying in bed fast asleep. His phone is in his hand, and I see that he was sending a message asking where I was. How many of those did he send me? Have I been ignoring him?
I reach out and shake his arm gently. His eyes pop open and he stares up at me. After a second of confusion he looks panicked, “Oh my god, Gee what happened? Did you go out in the sun? Are you okay?”
He’s worried about me. I’m about to crush his spirit and he’s worried about me. I lean down and kiss him quick and gentle, “I love you, Frankie. And I did some really stupid shit to come to that conclusion, but I love you. God I love you.”
He looks dumbstruck, but I feel lighter. I really needed to tell him that. After a few moments of silence I start to worry. What if he doesn’t love me? I could have just made a fool out of myself.
“I love you too, Gee. But…what stupid shit?”
And I tell him. I tell him everything. Bert’s initial seduction, the drugs, all of it. I watch as his face flicks through emotions. Sadness. Anger. Confusion. Hurt. I hate that I’m doing this to him, but it has to happen. Because as much as I love him I can’t hold it in. If he doesn’t find out from me I’m sure someone will tell him. Someone named Bert. He doesn’t make empty threats.
“I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me now. I fucked up, Frank, but I hope we can stay friends…” I finish with the cheesiest end line to an “I cheated on you” speech ever. A few seconds of silence pass and I feel his hand on my arm.
I look over to see him staring back with sad eyes. Then he holds out his wrist, “You’re hurt. You need blood.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Gerard, you did fuck up. That I can agree to. But is it really your fault? I know from experience that once an addiction starts you can’t let it go. That guy…that asshole…he tricked you and used your addictive nature. I can’t blame you for that. I love you too much.”
Hearing him say that fills me with so much joy. I grab him into a hug, “Thank you.”
I feel him smile against my chest, “You can thank me by healing yourself.”
I chuckle lightly and bite into his wrist. I can feel the burned flesh healing over instantly. It only takes a few drinks for me to be completely revived. Then I pull away and make sure Frank isn’t left with a wound. I keep my arms wrapped around him as I fall back onto the bed. All this drama has me exhausted.
“Hey Gee?” Bert speaks up from beside me in bed. I don’t say anything. I’ve told him several times that only Frank can call me that. He doesn’t take the hint though, “I want you to break up with Frank.”
Now I turn and look at him. I can’t believe what I just heard. Break up with Frank? Take the one person who believes in me fully and rip his heart to shreds? That would be as bad as killing him! I would never do that!
“What? Why?” Yeah. Not a refusal, asking for a reason. What’s wrong with me?
“C’mon, Gee, wouldn’t things just be easier? You obviously don’t like him very much if you’re sleeping with me. And I honestly don’t like sharing my supply when I know you don’t need it. You’re getting just as much blood from him.”
My blood is boiling. He would be really wise to shut up right now. But of course he doesn’t.
“And really if breaking up is too hard you could always just kill him.”
I snap. In an instant I have Bert pinned to the wall by his throat. I get right up in his face, “Listen to me, you fucking scumbag. I sleep with you to protect Frank. I don’t trust myself not to hurt him. And I never asked you to share your precious “supply.” You can keep it for all I care. Frank’s better than any drug. Yet you dare to suggest that I could just kill him? Not only does that go against everything I’ve worked for in this undead life, but I love him!”
I can’t believe I let those words slip out of my mouth. To Bert. But I feel the truth in them and I’m not taking them back. I just wish Frank had been the first one I told. That I love him. I couldn’t live without him. I need him in my life because he keeps me stable. God, what have I been doing this whole time? Cheating on the man I love and claiming it’s for him. I’ve got to stop this.
Bert doesn’t even look slightly scared. In fact, he smiles, “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
He really should have known better. I pick him up and throw him across the room. He slams hard into the wall and crumples to the floor. Good. I want him to stay down for a while. I start to gather my clothes and begin to pull them on. I’m just walking out the door when I hear Bert cough.
“You don’t want to do this. How would your precious Frankie feel if I told him about everything you’ve been up to?”
I don’t even turn around, “You won’t get the chance.”
To him it probably sounded like a death threat. What it really meant was that I’m going to tell Frank. I have to. It’s better he know now than find out later. I can’t hurt him anymore.
Ignoring the fact that the sun’s coming up I sprint through the streets. After about a mile I know my skin is beet red. People must be staring. By the time I get home I’m literally smoking, but I don’t care. I have to get to Frank. I walk through the house, hoping he’s awake. But he’s not. He’s lying in bed fast asleep. His phone is in his hand, and I see that he was sending a message asking where I was. How many of those did he send me? Have I been ignoring him?
I reach out and shake his arm gently. His eyes pop open and he stares up at me. After a second of confusion he looks panicked, “Oh my god, Gee what happened? Did you go out in the sun? Are you okay?”
He’s worried about me. I’m about to crush his spirit and he’s worried about me. I lean down and kiss him quick and gentle, “I love you, Frankie. And I did some really stupid shit to come to that conclusion, but I love you. God I love you.”
He looks dumbstruck, but I feel lighter. I really needed to tell him that. After a few moments of silence I start to worry. What if he doesn’t love me? I could have just made a fool out of myself.
“I love you too, Gee. But…what stupid shit?”
And I tell him. I tell him everything. Bert’s initial seduction, the drugs, all of it. I watch as his face flicks through emotions. Sadness. Anger. Confusion. Hurt. I hate that I’m doing this to him, but it has to happen. Because as much as I love him I can’t hold it in. If he doesn’t find out from me I’m sure someone will tell him. Someone named Bert. He doesn’t make empty threats.
“I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me now. I fucked up, Frank, but I hope we can stay friends…” I finish with the cheesiest end line to an “I cheated on you” speech ever. A few seconds of silence pass and I feel his hand on my arm.
I look over to see him staring back with sad eyes. Then he holds out his wrist, “You’re hurt. You need blood.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Gerard, you did fuck up. That I can agree to. But is it really your fault? I know from experience that once an addiction starts you can’t let it go. That guy…that asshole…he tricked you and used your addictive nature. I can’t blame you for that. I love you too much.”
Hearing him say that fills me with so much joy. I grab him into a hug, “Thank you.”
I feel him smile against my chest, “You can thank me by healing yourself.”
I chuckle lightly and bite into his wrist. I can feel the burned flesh healing over instantly. It only takes a few drinks for me to be completely revived. Then I pull away and make sure Frank isn’t left with a wound. I keep my arms wrapped around him as I fall back onto the bed. All this drama has me exhausted.
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4/1/17