Another Cog in the Murder Machine

I walk out of my second class staring at the floor, hoping not to attract any attention. I grab some junk from my locker and continue staring at the floor until lunch rolls around.
I haven't seen Frank around so I sit behind the building hoping nobody noticed me.
Halfway through lunch I hear someone walking towards me and look up to see Bob. I sigh and stand up, putting my phone in my bag.

"Hi Brayden," he grins.

"Hey," I mutter barely above a whisper. He backs me up against the wall and presses himself against me.

"So you're going out with Frank now, huh?"

"Yeah," I answer looking away.

"I don't think you really deserve Frank. I think you deserve an asshole who beats you," he thinks out loud.

"Like you?" I blurt out.

"Yeah," he laughs.

Suddenly he rests his hands on either side of my neck and shoves his tongue into my mouth. I try to push him away but he presses himself hard against me. I try pushing him with my mind but I can't concentrate. He grabs my wrists and pins them so I can't push him away. He pulls away from me finally and I turn to see Frank and Gerard standing there. Frank's face is completely red and he doesn't look too happy. Gerard stands there with no emotion at all.

"What the hell are you doing?" Frank screams.

"F-Frank I-"

"You're cheating on me with one of my friends?!"
Tears begin to form in my eyes, which usually happens when I'm yelled at. But hearing it from him is even worse.

"I can't believe you! I thought you would be better than that!" He yells walking towards me until he's about two feet away.

"Gerard was right, you are just a slut aren't you?" That's it. That's what hurts the most.
I grab my bag and run in the opposite direction. I hear him yelling at Bob, but I can't understand what he's saying. I run all the way home to my empty house, since my dad's at work.
I run in and slam the door behind me.
I pull myself together for a minute and call the school to tell them I suddenly felt sick and I went home, and of course being a shitty school they don't care.

I walk upstairs and into my bathroom and pull out my razor, putting it against my skin.

"I want to help you get better," I mock what Frank said before. "Well you're doing a great fucking job!" I say out loud. I slide it a few times until I feel like I make enough and wash off the blood.
I walk over to my bed and lie down, staring up at the ceiling. There's no chance of Frank coming in here and apologizing like in most stories. I have nobody to tell him what really happened. I hate Bob. I hate Gerard. I even hate Frank right now. Is there anybody or thing I don't hate?

I lie there for a while before I think of someone I don't hate.
"Mikey," I whisper to myself. I check the time and see school's almost out. But then I remember Mikey lives with Gerard. And Gerard will probably ask him where he's going if I invite him over. I don't think I can talk to Ray either, they're all friends. I think about talking to my brother but I don't know what time it is wherever he's at. I rest my head back on my pillow before drifting off to sleep.


I wake up a few hours later to my phone beeping. I squint at the brightness and see a text from Frank.

'Where are you?' I roll my eyes. Definitely not at home.
'Come on babe, answer me,' what the fuck is wrong with him. Has he completely forgotten the events of today?

I set my phone down as it continues to light up. I get up to use the bathroom and come back to see a new number texting me.

'Hey it's Mikey' I save the number and text back.

Me: hey Mikey

Mikey: hey Frank's pretty drunk, mind coming to get him?

Me: sorry, but no way.

Mikey: why not?

Me: Because he's a dickhole and I hate him

Mikey: Please?

Me: Why doesn't he just stay at your place?

Mikey: Because he keeps crying and it's really annoying. He won't even stop to tell me why

After that I stop texting and stare at the ceiling through the darkness, the occasional light coming from a car passing by the window. I eventually drift in and out of sleep throughout the night, Frank squirming his way into my dreams.

Notes

Bleh, here's a short and lame chapter. I'm mostly working on my other story 'Land of Teenage Dirtbags' and I honestly like it better than this one so there will be more frequent updates there.

*chapter title credit to a Panic! At The Disco song, I'm not sure which one exactly*