Picking up the Pieces

"Then don't say anything." I slowly used his hands to lower myself onto the cold, bathroom tile. He hovered over me. "I'm sorry about last night." he said. Frank started slowly rubbing my legs "W-What happened to your leg?" he said, concerned. "Frank don't you remember what happened?" I replied. He started to weep. "No, w-what happened?" He held my leg off the tiled floor. "Frank you cut me last night with your fingernails. I lost a lot of blood. It got on the sheets" He looked horrified. He slowly unwrapped the loosely-wrapped the cut "Sadie, I-I'm so sorry." His weep turned into a sob. He kissed the bare cut. I ran my fingers through his hair. "No Frank, not again." I pushed him away and he started blubbering. "Oh my god. I cut you. Oh my fucking god, I cut you.He stood up and spoke "Stay here." He reached over to the hamper and grabbed my dress, he went back to his bedroom to get my heels and underwear. He came back with the same tight, black jeans on he had last night and a different t-shirt. He knelt down to me in the corner. "Here, let me help you." He grabbed the panties and tried to slide them into me "Here, just-" he stuttered until they were on me. "Turn around." I turned around and Frank put my bra on, even though I was capable of doing that myself. His breathing got heavier, but he had stopped crying. He shakily picked up one of the heels and guided my foot into it. He put on the other heel and stepped back. 'Sadie, I'm so sorry I did this to you." he said, barely. He reached over for my dress. "Frank, it's okay. I can put it on myself. Give to me." He handed me the dress and I put it on. He offered me his hand and I used it to pull myself up from off the bathroom floor.

"Oh wait!" I said to Frank. "Yes, Sadie?" I turned around. "Can you tie the back?" I asked him. He didn't say anything, he just tied it into a bow. "C'mon let's go." he said. "The hospital, Sadie. You need medical attention. Let's go." He picked me up like a baby and started walking out of the bathroom. "Sadie, I'm sorry about last night. i got too drunk and did something I shouldn't have done." He walked down the stairs and through the kitchen. He set me down on his marble countertop. "Hang on". He moved away from me and fumbled through a junk drawer. He pulled out his keys and walked back over to me. "C'mon, let's go" He picked me up again and started walking down the hallway. We reached the end and Frank opened a door. It was obviously his garage. He used his keys to unlock his car. He had a pretty car, it was silver. He put me in the passenger seat and shut the door. He walked over to the driver seat, opened the door, and climbed inside "Here" he reached over me and put my seatbelt on. He pushed a button and backed out of the garage. He must have been really drunk, because the gates were already open.

He drove through them and onto the street.

Notes

Comment rocks, put more of them there <3
So Frank came to his senses. (Or did he?)