I watched as Frankie touched the side of his mouth –which was bleeding- and slid to the floor crying.

I can’t believe I just did that.

I walked out of the room, of the house and ran towards the old mil that was a few miles away from the house.

I climbed it and sat on the roof, looking down at the lake before it.

I can’t believe I just did that.

Though, I was still mad.

I was pissed at Frankie.

Because he preferred to be with Mikey than me. Because he took so long to say ‘yes’ to me. Because he fucks with my feelings.

I wanted to punch him

I still do…

That scares me.

To think that I was capable of doing that and that I still want to do it scares me

I want Frankie to be safe and happy,

But I want him to pay for all the pain I had to go through. I want him to suffer as much as I did.

I want him to hurt.

Only I didn’t?

Fuck.

I want him to smile and be happy

I want to hug him and tell him how beautiful and smart and awesome he is.

“Well, fuck me.” I muttered.

-----Time Lapse-----

I don’t know exactly how long I was sitting there, but it was dark now.

I still felt horrible.

Plus I could fee Frankie’s feelings, too.

He was disappointed and heartbroken and I felt like dying.

I jumped off the roof and landed on the side of the mil.

What the fuck do I do now?

Should I go home?

Then what?

Try to explain to Frankie that I want to hit him and hug him at the same time?

Fuck this, I need a drink.

-----Time Lapse-----

I had spent the last 5 hours in the nearest bar I could find and by now I couldn’t even see straight.

I was outside now just ready to leave, though I could barely walk.

But I could feel, and I felt some asshole push me.

Fuck.

No.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” I yelled at the guy.

He looked stunned and then he yelled back, “What the fuck is your problem?!”

I punched him and he fell to the ground with a loud ‘thud’.

I kept punching him in the face for a long time and then I heard a girl yell, “Please let him go! He’s my mate please don’t hurt him!”

I looked at the guy.

Looked at what I had done.

His face was almost unrecognizable; he was terribly bruised and bloody.

I got off from him.

My hands hurt like fuck, they were bleeding a lot and I felt even dizzier than before.

I stumbled back to the house, it was dark but there was a light on inside.

I felt like was about to die.

I opened the door and fell in to the living room.

“Fuck.” I muttered.

“Gerard! What happened?! Oh my god!” I looked up and saw a fucking angel.
Frankie kneeled down next to me and looked at me in the eyes.

He looked concerned.

My love still cares.

He took my hands in his and cried a little as he examined the damage.

“What happened?” he whispered, more to himself.

“Fight.” I groaned.

That wasn’t the only fight I had that night at the bar.

I had gotten in to quite a few so it was safe to say I looked like beaten up shit.

Frankie leaned forward and kissed my split lip, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

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