Star-crossed lovers.
Chapter Two
Frank glared ruefully at the police car before him, barely acknowledging the officer tugging on his arm or Phil calling his name hastily. His father snarled at him from the back seat, holding up his cuffed hands in an angered gesture. Such a nasty sack of shit, Frank thought, hand subconsciously coming up to rub his swollen cheek.
"Com'on, kid," the officer, a burly man with scruffy brown sideburns, said, resting a hand on Frank's shoulder. This movement effectively snapped Frank from his thoughts, making him turn his head, almost wincing at the sore muscles in his neck.
"Wait," Frank protested, "let me say goodbye to my friend." The officer nodded and stepped away, giving the two boys some privacy.
Phil stepped towards his tattooed friends, smiling sadly. "You finally get to escape, huh?"
Grinning, Frank replied with a short, "Yeah, guess so."
"I'll miss you, little buddy." Normally, neither of the boys were so sentimental and mushy, but they both knew it would most likely be the last time they were to see each other.
Frank nodded. "I'll miss you too, man." As they embraced each other one last time, Frank wished so much that he could kiss the boy in his arms. But, in the end, it would only hurt them more if he did. It would only make it that much harder.
"Stay in touch?" the seventeen year old asked as they spread apart.
"Of course." And with that, Frank climbed into another police car and closed the door, waving to his friend as he drove off.
And that's how Frank got to the group home in Belleville, New Jersey. He couldn't remember much before that first moment; he assumed it was his brain's way of protecting him from something that would surely have traumatized the boy.
He wished that his brain would block out that final goodbye. It was painful to think about, seeing the tearful eyes of his best friend. He knew there was no other way to go about the process of releasing his only true friend, but he wished there could have been some way for it to be better, easier or less painful.
He laid in bed that night, cursing his snoring roommate silently and dreading the coming day. Why they were making him go to school the day after he escaped his abusive father was beyond him. Although, it may have been good for him, to get his mind off of Phil and the loss of his one remaining family member, no matter how shitty he was.
Who know, maybe some poor sap would let the little orphaned emo kid into their little clique. Frank snorted loudly at the idea, forcing his roomie to toss a shoe at him from across the room and then promptly resume snoring.
"Fucker," murmured Frank as he turned to face the wall, unwillingly letting himself fall into the hold of sleep, the Lord of Dreams, Morpheus, allowing his sleep to be inhabited by dancing rabbits and sugarplums. Because that happens in real life, in the middle of Summer.
"Com'on, kid," the officer, a burly man with scruffy brown sideburns, said, resting a hand on Frank's shoulder. This movement effectively snapped Frank from his thoughts, making him turn his head, almost wincing at the sore muscles in his neck.
"Wait," Frank protested, "let me say goodbye to my friend." The officer nodded and stepped away, giving the two boys some privacy.
Phil stepped towards his tattooed friends, smiling sadly. "You finally get to escape, huh?"
Grinning, Frank replied with a short, "Yeah, guess so."
"I'll miss you, little buddy." Normally, neither of the boys were so sentimental and mushy, but they both knew it would most likely be the last time they were to see each other.
Frank nodded. "I'll miss you too, man." As they embraced each other one last time, Frank wished so much that he could kiss the boy in his arms. But, in the end, it would only hurt them more if he did. It would only make it that much harder.
"Stay in touch?" the seventeen year old asked as they spread apart.
"Of course." And with that, Frank climbed into another police car and closed the door, waving to his friend as he drove off.
And that's how Frank got to the group home in Belleville, New Jersey. He couldn't remember much before that first moment; he assumed it was his brain's way of protecting him from something that would surely have traumatized the boy.
He wished that his brain would block out that final goodbye. It was painful to think about, seeing the tearful eyes of his best friend. He knew there was no other way to go about the process of releasing his only true friend, but he wished there could have been some way for it to be better, easier or less painful.
He laid in bed that night, cursing his snoring roommate silently and dreading the coming day. Why they were making him go to school the day after he escaped his abusive father was beyond him. Although, it may have been good for him, to get his mind off of Phil and the loss of his one remaining family member, no matter how shitty he was.
Who know, maybe some poor sap would let the little orphaned emo kid into their little clique. Frank snorted loudly at the idea, forcing his roomie to toss a shoe at him from across the room and then promptly resume snoring.
"Fucker," murmured Frank as he turned to face the wall, unwillingly letting himself fall into the hold of sleep, the Lord of Dreams, Morpheus, allowing his sleep to be inhabited by dancing rabbits and sugarplums. Because that happens in real life, in the middle of Summer.
Notes
Well hiya! Stitches speaking here. I'm a co-author now. This is my writing, right up there. Did ya see it? I can only hope so. Anyways, I'm kind of experimenting here, so sorry if none of you like it. Third person is kinda my thing. I'll probably be updating every day. I'm like a rabbit with chapters; poppin' 'em out EVERYWHERE.
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1/25/15