Never coming home

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
this is not happening.
Gerard didn't kiss me.
He cant.
He cant like me!
He'll get in trouble with bob!
i can't let gerard get hurt!

I scolded myself mentally and quickly walked back to my apartment. Bob never stayed long after he hurt me. He just left an came back on a different date, leaving me to deal with the usual mess he always made.

I sighed sadly and opened my apartment door.
"Hello frankie"

i looked up up at a figure laying on my couch.
Bob.
"B-Bo-bob? W-wh-wha-"
he ran over and slapped me before I could finish
"shut up slut! Where were you?! I waited!! Two fucking days!! You were out getting fucked huh?! Cause you're a whore!!"
He screamed in my face, causing tears to flow down my face.
I shook my head quickly and tried to get away, but he held my wrists tightly.
"You were always a little whore!!"
Bob screamed louder. My body started shaking uncontrollably. "You just can't wait to be fucked"
he growled and grabbed my waist, shoving me to the couch and straddling my hips. He pulled off my sweater, making it tear in the process, and started to pull off my jeans.
I started kicking and screaming. He slapped me and punched me in the troat.
"Would you shut the fuck up?!?"
He yelled and got my jeans off.
I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
"HELP!!"
He punched me in the face, then in the ribs, then finally my head.
Everything went black

Notes

Little update from franks pov!