Frank slid from the chair next to me, his hand on his side as he stumbled from the room. “What’s wrong with him?” Mikey asked.
“Dunno.” I whispered in reply. “I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.” I climbed from my chair and walked from the room. I followed Frank towards the bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror with his shirt pulled up, his face scrunched up as he pulled the dressing free of his skin. “Babe.” I muttered as I pulled the door closed behind me. “What’s up?”
“It fucking hurts. I just want it to stop hurting.” Frank muttered, his eyes downcast as he observed the red and inflamed skin. “Why would he do this?” Frank asked, reaching for my hand and pulling me close.
“I don’t know Frankie.” I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. “But I swear to god he’s going to pay.”
"Don't do anything stupid." He whispered as he kissed the skin at the base of my neck.
"I won't baby." I whispered as I leant down and captured his lips. "I promise."

Frank tightened his grip on my waist, his shoulders shaking as he began to cry. "Shh, don't cry Frankie." I whispered. "It's alright, I promise." Frank sniffled as he nodded, wiping the back of his hand across his cheeks.
"Can we go back?" He asked, his hazel eyes looking up at me through his hair.
"Of course we can." I replied as I grabbed his hand and walked towards the music classroom, spinning him carefully and pushing him to the lockers. Frank looked up at me, confused as I leant in, my lips pressed against his, my hips stopping any chance of escape.

He sighed into the kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as my tongue swiped his bottom lip, gently flicking his lip ring. Frank leant back against the lockers, his breathing heavy as he kissed me, his hands alternating between running down my sides and squeezing my ass. I moaned softly as he slid his thumbs beneath the waistband of my pants. I pulled away and leant my forehead against his. "I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." He replied as his tongue darted out to brush over his lips.
"Lets get back to class." I muttered, just as the bell went, students filling the corridor.
"That idea's fucked." Frank grinned as he tiptoed, his lips brushing mine again.
"Meh." I chuckled as Mikey walked from the music room, our bags and binders in his hands.
"Stop making out and take your things." He ordered, laughing when Frank's cheeks went red.

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"When are you coming home?" Mikey asked as we walked down the street, my hand in Frank's, Mikey's eyes on a girl on the other side of the road.
"I'm not Mikes. Not while mom is being such an asshole." I explained, pushing the button on the crosswalk.
"She misses you though." Mikey paused. "I miss you."
"Go home Gee." Frank whispered. "You'll still be able to see me, but you're mom is your mom, you shouldn't pick me over her."
"Tell ya what Mikey, when Frank's better, I'll come home. How does that sound?" I reasoned.
"Awesome." Mikey muttered.

---

Frank slipped his shirt over his head, cringing when he saw how red his skin was. His fingers brushed the stitches, his eyes filling with tears. I brushed my hand over his cheek, wiping away his tears and wrapped my arms around him. "I have to go out for a bit." I whispered. "I'll be back soon."
"Don't hurt yourself." Frank whispered, his lips brushing mine as he stepped back.
"I won't." I replied. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

I stood inside the doors, my eyes scanning the floor for any sign that he was already here. I saw a flickering light at the other end of the factory and started walking towards it. "You made it then?" He snapped.
"Yes." I replied, my voice even. "But you broke your promise. You let them hurt him."
"Well, you seem to forget that everything has an interest rate, you may have paid what you owed, but you still didn't pay everything. Maybe we could just...I don't know, sell your body. I'm sure I have some clients that would like to fuck."
"Why do you think I would do that?" I asked.
"Because you clearly don't have the money, otherwise you wouldn't be here begging for us to leave him alone, would you?" He asked, a slight chuckle in his voice. "I'll tell you what. You be at this location at the time decided, and do everything the people want, and we will wipe your debt completely. They'll leave him alone." A piece of crumpled paper was thrown at my feet, the words visible in the flickering light.
"What will they do to me?" I asked.
"That doesn't matter." He sneered. "Just be there, and don't mention that you have a little boyfriend, or they'll get mad."
"Danny..." I muttered. "Please, you can't...you wouldn't do this to me."
"Too fucking late." He hissed as he put out the light, plunging me into darkness and leaving me to stumble my way to the exit.

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I waited outside the door, my hand hovering over the wood as I waited for my phone to click over to eight before dropping my knuckles to the wood, the door clicking open seconds later. I was ushered into a smoke filled room, fighting the urge to cough as I was pushed none to gently down onto a couch, five sets of eyes leering at me through the darkness. A low murmur filled the room as one of the people stepped towards me, dropping gently down onto the couch. "We're going to have some fun, and you are going to do everything we say. Capiche?" I nodded meekly, the other people in the room laughing. "Good, now stand up and strip."

I hesitated, my hands crossed over my lap, my heart thudding against my chest. "Do it or we'll tell Danny you failed." He laughed, his fingertips brushing my skin. "And you wouldn't want that now, would you?" I shook my head as I climbed to my feet and tugged my shirt over my head, my hands shaking as I struggled with the zipper on my pants. "Aww, I'll help." Laughed the voice as he ripped them down, tugging my boxers with them. My hands shot over my groin, attempting to cover myself, and failing.

"Drop the hands." Sneered another voice as he walked around me, his eyes greedily drinking in what he saw. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest as he reached out to touch me, goosebumps appearing on my skin where his fingers touched.
"Please don't." I whispered, my voice shaky.
"Don't fucking talk." He snapped as he reached out to touch me again, his hand brushing me gently before he pulled me towards him. "Now, we're all going to have a little fun with you, and you aren't going to say a word. Understand?" I nodded and let him lay me down, shaking as he pulled down his zipper and freed himself. I fought back a scream as he pushed himself into me, laughing as tears streamed down my face.

Three hours and seven guys later, I had my clothes thrown at me and was ordered to get dressed and leave, to not talk of it or they would hunt me down. I flinched as I climbed to my feet, the bruises on my thighs pulling as I fought my jeans back on, my back screaming in pain as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I threw a final glance over my shoulder at the men, each one with their hands around themselves, before I left.

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"You were gone a long time." Frank whispered as he curled up against my side.
"I'm sorry babe." I muttered in reply, unsure of what lie to give.
"You've been crying." Frank observed. "Something's wrong." He leant himself up on one arm, his eyes boring into mine as he tried to work out what was wrong. I shook my head and tried not to think of what happened. "Tell me." Frank whispered, concern etched in his face.
"It doesn't matter Frankie. All that matters is you're going to be okay now."
"Gee, baby, tell me what's wrong." Frank pleaded. So I did, keeping out as much of the details as I could, just giving him a rough overview.

"How could he?" Frank whispered when I was finished, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Why did you let them?"
"Because I wanted them to stop hurting you so I let them do it to me because it meant they're going to leave you alone."
"But you didn't have to let them do that to you. What the hell did you owe this guy for anyway?" Frank pushed.
"It doesn't matter Frankie." I whispered as I pressed my lips to his, lingering for a second as I dragged him down to lay on the bed. "What does matter is that I would do anything for you because I love you and I would hate to see you get hurt."
"I love you too." Frank whispered as he snuggled against my chest, his eyes closed and his breathing evening.

Notes

Sorry if it's bad, but I lost someone yesterday and I'm doing anything I can to distract myself.