All That's Left Of Yesterday
I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down
Frank's P.O.V.
It's been a week since Bob arrived. A week since I last got beaten up; a week since Pedicone gave me any crap; a week since anyone even talked crap to me. Maybe having Bob as a friend isn't too bad after all. I never considered the benefits of having a burly, intimidating friend like Bob until now. Maybe the strangest part of the whole situation is that I actually quite like Bob, I trust him and he trusts me too. He's told me about how he ended up here, I still think that what he did was wrong, I've seen the affects of rape first hand after all, but the way Bob tells it makes it not seem so bad.
"I never planned it or nothing. It was just that minute I looked up and they were stood there, looking so tempting." He always does that; refers to his victims as 'them', I think he just doesn’t want to think of them as human, he probably just feels guilty.
"I knew I had to have them. They wanted it too, I could just tell. Flaunting their body about, talking sexy and giving me the eyes. Mouth said no but the body said yes, if you know what I mean. Bitches like that really piss me off, acting all slutty then trying to be all hard-to-get."
I stare at Bob for a minute. I know I should feel disgusted but I just hug him sympathetically. I don't know if I'm overstepping the boundaries a bit but he just smiles at me.
"These bitches are more hassle than they're worth," he chuckles. "I mean, look at us both. In here cause we couldn't keep our feelings in our heads."
"Or our pants," I mutter. "But at least we got each other."
I don't know what's come over me but I find myself leaning in towards Bob and to my surprise, he doesn't pull back. Our lips meet before I realise what I'm doing and pull away.
"I'm sorry," I mutter.
"Don't worry about it," he replies. His voice is rough and seductive and I find his lips on mine again
It's been a week since Bob arrived. A week since I last got beaten up; a week since Pedicone gave me any crap; a week since anyone even talked crap to me. Maybe having Bob as a friend isn't too bad after all. I never considered the benefits of having a burly, intimidating friend like Bob until now. Maybe the strangest part of the whole situation is that I actually quite like Bob, I trust him and he trusts me too. He's told me about how he ended up here, I still think that what he did was wrong, I've seen the affects of rape first hand after all, but the way Bob tells it makes it not seem so bad.
"I never planned it or nothing. It was just that minute I looked up and they were stood there, looking so tempting." He always does that; refers to his victims as 'them', I think he just doesn’t want to think of them as human, he probably just feels guilty.
"I knew I had to have them. They wanted it too, I could just tell. Flaunting their body about, talking sexy and giving me the eyes. Mouth said no but the body said yes, if you know what I mean. Bitches like that really piss me off, acting all slutty then trying to be all hard-to-get."
I stare at Bob for a minute. I know I should feel disgusted but I just hug him sympathetically. I don't know if I'm overstepping the boundaries a bit but he just smiles at me.
"These bitches are more hassle than they're worth," he chuckles. "I mean, look at us both. In here cause we couldn't keep our feelings in our heads."
"Or our pants," I mutter. "But at least we got each other."
I don't know what's come over me but I find myself leaning in towards Bob and to my surprise, he doesn't pull back. Our lips meet before I realise what I'm doing and pull away.
"I'm sorry," I mutter.
"Don't worry about it," he replies. His voice is rough and seductive and I find his lips on mine again
Notes
A/N - I've uploaded up to where I had written to now so uploads will take longer, but hopefully my writing style and grammar will be better too.Title: Intensity In Ten Cities - Chiodos
11/1/13