When I got to the club I immediately started to drink.

And after the first couple of bottles everything tasted like water.

I got on to the dance floor and started grinding to anybody that was close enough.

Tonight was going to be fun.

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

I have no idea who this person is, but they’re willing to sleep with me so I don’t give a fuck.

I all but drag the drunk-as-fuck Vamp to some random hotel and rip of their clothes as they do the same to me.

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

Once I finish I roll of the bed and put my clothes back on, leaving the room and the passed out fertile behind me.

I walk in to the cold night air and pass an alley where there are a couple of drunk/ high Doms are shouting.

They see me pass and run towards me, screaming about wanting to fight

There are about 3 of them and one (very drunk) me, so it’s safe to say that I will get my as kicked.

And ten minutes later I am left a bloody mess because I am too drunk to defend myself.

Once I managed to get up and wipe the blood of my mouth I started to make my way home.

OhMyGod I just cheated on Frankie?!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Even in my drunken state I knew this was bad.

After quite a few falls I made it to the house and threw the door open, stumbling in and slumping down on the couch.

I felt like utter shit and was too focused on my thoughts to notice anything, so I didn’t see Frankie until he made a slight gasping noise and scurried towards me.

Seeing him like that broke my heart.

He was so bruised and still he looked so worried.

I don’t deserve him to be worried about me.

“Gerard? What happened?” he sounded so worried.

“Frankie…I gotta tell ya’ somethin’” I slurred.

“Oh, fuck. You’re so drunk.” he whispered while he examined my bruises.

“I cheated on you.” I blurted out.

He immediately froze.

“Wh-what?” he scampered.

He looked up at me and I started to cry.

His face.

So heartbroken and so hurt.

I caused that.

All of that.

The heartbreak and the bruises and the deception and sadness are my entire fault.

“I cheated on you” I repeated

He looked absolutely demolished.

Like he was praying for it to not be true

“...Why?”

“Cause’ I was drunk?” my drunken brain couldn’t come up with a better answer..

He started to cry.

Like, really cry

I had never seen someone cry so much.

His small frame was shaking with his heart wrenching sobs

I did this.

I caused this.

He’s hurting, physically and emotionally because of me.

“I…why? You said…I still-“ he stuttered between sobs.

I couldn’t do anything to try and comfort him, because I’m sure he doesn’t want his almost rapist to hug him rub his back and say it’s going to be okay.

Because it won’t

I have fucked up way too much

I cheated on him.

I beat him.

I don’t deserve him.

He should hate me.

I deserve his hate.

He should hate me for being the digusting peice of shit that I am

All of a sudden I felt him hug me.

He threw his small frame at me and clutched on to my shirt like it was his life line.

“……Pl-please, no!...Do-don’t say th-that!” he yelled between sobs

“I’m sorry” I whispered

He sobbed even harder.

He pulled away and looked in to my eyes.

His beautiful hazel orbs were swimming with tears and heartbreak, “Pl-please, say its no-not tr-ue!”

“I am so sorry Frankie, and I wish it weren’t true but it is…I’m sorry.”

He sobbed and clutched my shirt even harder.

Then he whispered a question that broke my heart, “Do-don’t yo-u lo-love me any-more?”

Notes

OOOOOOOOOOOOH! :O

Don't you guys just love me?!?!?!

Shitz gonna get pretty emotional in the next few chpters so... fasten your seatbelts and get ready for a downhill feels trip!!!!!!!!!!

well anywhozle, comment rate and subscribe!!!!!!!!!!! that makes me oh, so very happy!

title form Linkin Parks 'Skin To Bone'