Tales of a Chemical Romance

The doorbell rang and I looked over to the clock on the wall. It was 11:23 pm. Who the hell is at my door?

I walked up the basement stairs and opened the front door, staring into the red and puffy face of my best friend. Her shirt was slightly askew and torn and her skirt was disheveled. Her hair, which I watched her curl for at least 2 hours, was now dull and limp and red lipstick was smeared across her cheeks sloppily. Her mascara ran down her cheeks, making her eyes seem more deep and sunken in. She hiccuped before trying to speak out, just bursting into tears.

"Hey hey hey hey!" I pulled her into my arms, sheltering her as I shut the door and locked it. "It's okay.."
"H-he--tried--to--!!" was all I could get out of her as she sobbed hysterically, making me tear up too.
"Maggie, I don't need to hear this, okay? Let's just get you into the shower, okay?"

I pulled her downstairs, carrying her the last half of the way. I set her down on her feet once we were in the bathroom and started the shower for her. I ran upstairs quickly, grabbing my mom's makeup remover pads-- I know how to use them, yes -- and ran back down, holding them out for her. She took them tenderly and turned towards my mirror, wiping away the once beautiful colors. I turned to leave her in privacy but she whimpered as I tried to open the door.

"What is it?"
"D-don't leave me in here.."
"I'll be right outside, Maggie."
"Stay in here with me, Frank. Please!"

I sighed, nodding. I turned around so she could undress and then, once hearing the shower curtain scrap against its rod, turned back around. I sat on the counter, leaning my head on the wall, drifting off, when I heard her tiny voice.

"Frank?"
"Mmmffpphh. Yeah?" I yawned.
"Will you come help me?"

I stared at the shower curtain, my face frozen in a mixture of fear and surprise.

"Are you sure?"
"Frank, please!"
"A-alright, give me a minute."

I hopped off of the counter and started to pull off my shirt and jeans, stopping to ask her if she was sure she wanted me in the shower with her, continuing to undress as she yelled at me. I threw my clothes on the floor and pulled the shower curtain back, covering my cock with my free hand. Her eyes were closed with her head tilted back into the water, washing her hair. Water trickled down her chest, where bruises were forming. I bit back a grown of anger, and coughed slightly.

"What did you need help with?"
"I can't reach my back. It hurts to turn."

I nodded, looking away from her as I turned to grab my body wash and a wash cloth. I turned her around and sighed, lathering her body up. Her sides were all bruised up and I wanted to bash her boyfriend's fucking head in. How fucking dare he hit her..

"I hate him," I whispered, running my fingers along her sudsy body. I ran my thumbs over her hips, kissing her shoulder blades. "I hate him, Maggie."
"I know," she whimpered, breathing heavily. "I do too."
"Then why are you with him?" I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to me tightly. "You deserve someone who acts as if the sun sets and rises with you, Margaret." I kissed her ear softly, rinsing her arms and thighs off.
"Someone like you?"

I bit bit my lip, contemplating my next sentence. She turned around to look at me, her wet hair falling down over her plump and perky breasts. She also bit her lip, staring at my lip ring as if wondering how it'd feel against her naked ones. I pinned her against the shower wall tenderly, staring down at her brown eyes. We stared at each other for a bit before I took the initiative and leaned in, connecting our lips. She shifted underneath my upper body, moving to pull away but she only moved herself to get more comfortable. I licked her bottom lip repeatedly, whining for her to let me in. She parted her lips and my tongue round its way around her mouth, exploring every inch carefully and slowly. We stayed like this in the water for at least 10 minutes before I pulled away from her, out of breath.

"Exactly like me."

Notes

Should I make a smutty part 2 to this bad boy or nah?