Let me be the one to save you.

***Michelle's pov***
I walked into the livingroom, not knowing what to expect. I had seen a car standing outside that I didn't recgonise. I knew my mom had been on a date but that's all I knew. That's probably why I got so shocked by what I saw in the livingroom.
My mom was pressed up against the wall while some guy was kissing her roughly. I saw empty bottles of beer and liquor everywhere. Which really broke my heart since my mom had stopped drinking for a while now, and she was so much better without the alcohol. I decided I could not look at this any longer and cleared my throat loudly.

The guy turned around with an annoyed look on his face. I already hated him the second I saw his face. His black hair was a little too long, but not in a cute way like frank had or something -wait what?- it looked horrible on him. He had short disgusting facial hair. He wore a leather jacket which did not look good on him. He probably thinks he's hot but he's really isn't. How did my mom even find someone like that. Although, she wasn't looking too good either today, with her way too short skirt en glitter top and trashy high heels.

My mom decided to speak up: "Hey, Michelle. This is Jason." Ugh. Jason. I suddenly got really angry when I realized that my mom thought she could replace my dad with this piece of shit. "Well Jason, can you get out please, I want to talk to my mother." He smirked. "Sugar, I'm not leaving unless your mom wants me to leave." I really wanted to punch that smirk of his face. I clenched my fists and said calmly: "mom? Please tell him to go, unless you think making out with thís guy is more important than your daughter." Jason looked angrily at me but when my mom looked at him he just quickly changed his facial expression. "Jason, I'll call you later okay?" my mom said. He smiled at her "Sure babe, your relationship with your daughter is really important." Nicely played fucker. I could just see her thinking how understanding he was. Asshole.

I walked to the front door with him and held the door open for him."You're a spicy little thing, sugar." I was so disgusted by this that I didn't even answer him. To make it even worse, he squeezed my ass before he walked past me, out the door. If it didn't happen so fast, I would have kicked that fucker's ass, but now I just slammed the door close.

When he was out the door my mom sat down. "So what's your problem?" she simply asked. "What's my problem?! What the fuck is wrong with you! That guy is a loser and he cannot replace dad, ever!" I shouted as loud as I could. My mom came close to me. "Listen Michelle, I can date whoever I want to." I wasn't impressed. "Your breath smells like cheap alcohol. And you look like an idiot in that clothes.” She walked to the liquor cabinet and got pulled out another bottle. “Put that down!” I yelled. “Why would I?! I'm your mother, don't tell me what to do!” “You're never gonna be a real mother. Go get drunk. I don't give a fuck anymore. I just thought you changed.” I walked upstairs and slammed the door. I laid down in bed but couldn't sleep. Since we moved here, my mom has been the mother she once used to be. When dad was still with us. But I just feel that things are going to change again. And not in a good way. She's horrible when she's drinking and she can't really stop once she started. It's a good thing that she wasn't really drunk today, because things can get nasty when she is. Before we moved here, we always got into fights and she used to hit me when that happened. Once, we had such a big fight that I packed all my stuff and wanted to run away. I went outside but when it got cold at night, I realized that I had nowhere to go and went back. If things got really serious with that disgusting Jason -I still can't believe he squeezed my ass-, I might consider running away again. But I would have to figure out where to go first. Things would have been so much better if my dad was still around. After laying awake and thinking about everything for hours, I finally fell asleep. Hoping my mom would realize she's making a mistake and everything will get better.

***Frank's pov***
Well shit. Maybe I like her. I was in bed, trying to get some sleep, tomorrow was monday and I didn't want to be an absolute zombie at school. Today had been great, I had a lot of fun with Jaimy, Gerard and Michelle. When we were watching tv, something really random happened. Jaimy and Gerard were kissing and stuff like always and I was sitting next to Michelle. And I suddenly felt an urge to put my arm around her and pull her closer or something. I suddenly felt awkward being so close to her, while I never was with other friends. And while I was figuring out why I was thinking that, I was just staring at her. She noticed and simply asked 'Sup?' And her smile made me even more confused. It doesnt really matter though. She would never see me that way. She just sees me as a good friend. I guess we probably wouldn't even hang out if it weren't for Gerard and Jaimy. But I already liked her when I saw her sitting on that bench that evening. She's beautiful. And although she acts tough and acts like she doesn't care about anything, I know that that's just something she does to hide her insecurities. She is acutally really nice and funny. She can probably get someone better than me. I'm not going to do anything with these feelings. But I am going to teach her to play the guitar. She lit up when I told her that I'd be okay with teaching her and I like seeing my friends happy.

Notes

So, there you go, Michelle is having problems at home and Frankie has discovered feelings for Michelle. I'm going to try and update some more chapters this weekend. Subscribe and comment! It would make my day :)