Never coming home

I smiled and ordered a coffee.
"Did you already order?"
I asked a very nervous looking frank
"o-oh no. I'm n-not getting anything"
he blushed softly and stared at the ground. I shrugged it off and led him over to a table in the back
"so frank."
I smiled and looked at him.
He had beautiful chocolate eyes with flecks of green in them, making them sparkle if they hit the light just right.
His hair was a dark brown and fell to his shoulders adorably.

"So gerard"
he smiled and bit his lip.

"What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies?"
I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"I uhh....I read sometimes. I like reading"
he looked down at his lap. It seemed like he was more trying to convince himself that he liked to read. Not just telling me.

"I'm sorry but I really have to ask. Are you wearing ugg boots?"
I giggled quietly and looked under the table at his fur lined tan boots.
"O-oh. Yeah. I think they're comfortable"
he whispered and blushed a bright red, glaring into his lap and muttering to himself.

"Hey. It's ok. Just asking"
i smiled at him and cautiously put to fingers under his chin, pulling his head back up and locking his eyes with mine.

Ffank nodded slowly and and didn't shy away from my touch like he had before. I smiled warmly and checked the time.
"Oh wow. It's pretty late. I have to go home. Wait"
i pulled out my phone and he pulled out his. We exchanged numbers and walked out of the coffee shop.
as I walked home, I couldn't stop thinking about frank. His eyes, or his hair, or his lips. How soft they looked. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them?
I quickly shook my head of my thoughts and opened my apartment door.
I took off my shoes and jacket, walking to my room and dressing in my pajamas.
I crawled under the blankets and sighed happily, letting my mind drift off to sleep.


i was awoken by my phone. I groaned and sat up, not bothering to look at the caller i.d and answering it.
"Hello?"
I mumbled, my voice still foggy from sleep.
"G-ge-ger-gerard?"
It was frank. And he was crying.
"Frank? Are you ok? What's going on?"
I questioned and turned on my light
"c-ca-can I come o-ov-over to your house?"
He sniffled weakly.
"Of course"
i answered and listed off the address, hanging up.


About 10 minutes later, there was a weak knock on my door. I quickly opened it to reveal frank.
Only he looked different.
His hair was all tangled and out of place, he had several large bruises on his face. He was still wearing his clothes from earlier, his sweater was ripped and torn, and he had dark bruises around his wrists.
He looked up at me and I noticed tear stains running down his cheeks.
We locked eyes for a few moments before he ran into my arm, burying his head in my chest and weeping into my shirt.
I wrapped my arms around him protectively and pet his hair softly, cooing calming words into his ear.
"Who did this to you?"
I whispered.
After a few painstakingly long moment he finally whimpered.
"B-Bo-bob"

Notes

Hiiii! I know it's been a while and I'm sorry. Holidays and shit. But I'm back and I'm gonna update (hopefully) regularly!!