Let Me Be The One To Save You.

I woke up, I was sweating and tears were streaming down my face. I sat up straight in bed and tried to get my breath under control again. I had a nightmare about Jason. This has been happening a lot lately, but I haven't talked to Frank about it yet. This nightmare was probably the worst I had had this week. It took me a lot longer to wake up from it than usual, which was horrible. I dreamt about Jason raping me in my own house and not being able to scream or move. It was as if I was paralysed and there was just nothing I could do. But I had dreamt that before, the thing that was worse was when Frank came in to help me and got into a fight with Jason. But Jason had a gun and shot Frank down. That was when I finally woke up.

I swung my legs out of my bed and got up. I first went to the bathroom to splash some water in my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible to be honest. I tied my messy hair into a ponytail. I went back to my room and quietly put on some jogging pants and a hoodie. Before I went downstairs, I first walked over to Frank's room to check if he was asleep, I could hear his snoring, which made me smile.

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When I had shut the front door behind me, I started walking. It was about 1 AM so the streets were absolutely empty. This isn't the first time that I'm doing this, I've done this a couple times before. If I would just stay in bed after I woke up from a nightmare, I wouldn't be able to sleep again anyway. Okay, it's a little dangerous, I admit that. Sometimes there are some creepy people in the streets, but nothing bad ever happened. And I just had to go outside. Being outside has always helped me feel better. When my dad past away I also was outside a lot. The fresh air just makes me think better. And although a lot of people are scared of the night, I actually think that the night is the most beautiful part of the day. I feel a little bit bad about sneaking out everytime without telling Frank though. I don't like acting sneaky around him and I know he definitely wouldn't like me being outside at this time.

After about 7 minutes I got to the bench I was walking to. It's the one where Frank and I met. I like this place. It's weird but it has been the place where I could relax and think ever since I moved here. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of my pocket and lit one up. I started to calm down again. I barely ever smoked anymore, most of the times just being outside is enough to make me relax. But now I just need a cigarette. Bet that Frank won't like that either. But it's not going to happen much more anyway. Tomorrow I'm going to the police to report Jason. I can't let him mess with my life because I'm scared of him. I'm just scared of what my mom will do when I go to the police to report her boyfriend.

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***Frank's pov***

"Michelle!" I shouted when I saw her sitting on that god damn bench. It's never a good sign when she's sitting on that bench. She looked up and smiled innocently at me. I felt myself getting angry at her. I nearly got a heart attack when I woke up of the sound of the door getting closed and saw that she wasn't home anymore. And now she's just sitting there smiling at me. I stood in front of her. "Are you completely out of your mind?! If something's wrong then just tell me, but why would you go outside at this time?! Don't you know what kind of people can be outside and what they can do to you? I was worried sick about you."

She let out a sigh and stood up. "Sorry Frank, I understand that you're mad but-" She began saying but I interrupted her. "You know I don't always feel like saving you everytime. Can't you ever just take care of yourself properly?" I said. Her face fell and she seemed to get angry as well. "I was doing fine, you idiot! I never asked you to save me or anything, you just like to think that you're some kind of hero, don't you? I can take care of myself just fine! That's all I ever did before I met you! In case you've forgotten that I didn't always have great friends friends and a loving mom like you!" She yelled at me. "Sorry but I can't see what's so bad about wanting to be your hero? Should I just ignore it when you go outside in the middle of the night for some reason that you didn't tell me? Is it wrong that I actually care about you so much that I don't want you to do stupid stuff and get yourself into problems? I'm TRYING to help you whenever you need me, but it's as if you don't want me to help you and you just make it more difficult for me to help you." I said. I saw the anger disappear in her eyes. "No, of course it's not bad that you're trying to help me. But I'm still waiting for you to get sick of me and my problems. You're still letting me stay at your house, probably because you feel bad for me.. But I'm scared that one day you'll get enough of me and my problems.. And I don't know what reason you would have then for not leaving me.." She said quietly, while staring at the ground. I was a little bit confused when she said that. It doesn't even make any sense. Why would she think that I would ever leave her?

I lifted her chin, making her look me in the eyes. I noticed that there were a few tears streaming down her face. "Michelle, I didn't help you because I just felt bad for you at that moment. I'm helping you because I really care about you. And I won't leave you. I have never cared more for a person in my life than I care about you. You may not believe it, but I love you." I said, wiping away her tears. She just looked at me for a few seconds, saying nothing, before she pressed her soft lips against mine. "I love you too." She whispered. A smile appeared on my face. I can't stay mad at her now. "Let's go home now, and then you can tell me why you were here in the first place. Okay?" I said. She nodded. She tried to do something without me noticing it, but I saw that she was putting out a cigarette. I decided to not bring it up now, I have yelled at her enough today. But we definitely got to talk about that tomorrow morning. I wrapped one arm around Michelle's waist and we started walking home again.

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We were lying on my bed in our pyjamas. “How did you find me so fast anyway?” Michelle asked. “That wasn't really difficult. You always go to the same place. What's so special about it anyway?” I said. She shrugged. “But I believe that I've got way more important questions for you. Like, I don't know, why did you go outside in the middle of the night?” I said. She laid on her back, looking at the ceiling. “I had a nightmare.” she muttered. I turned around so that I was lying on my side, and looked at her. “You still have those? Was it about Jason?” I asked. “Yes.” She said quietly, still not looking at me. “Why didn't you tell me? You could've just woke me up..” I said. She looked at me. “I didn't want to wake you up. Especially not since we have school tomorrow. You're going to be really tired at school because of me tomorrow..” She said with a frown on her face. “Since when would I care. I feel like a sucky boyfriend for not even knowing that you still had nightmares about Jason.” She shook her head. “You're a better boyfriend than I could've ever wished for. I don't even deserve you.” She whispered the last thing so that I barely could hear it, but I did. “Stop saying those things, Michelle. I don't even understand how you can be so insecure sometimes. It's like, every guy at school wants you and you still think that you don't deserve anyone.” “You're just saying stuff.” She said with an eyebrow raised. “Just stop being so insecure. I probably love you more than you love me and I won't leave you. And I don't mind helping you with your problems. And another thing, tomorrow we'll go to the police. I don't want you to have a nightmare about Jason ever again.” I said. “I already wanted to do that.” “Good.”

“And now you've got to sleep.” I said. She frowned. “I don't think that I can sleep again. I'm really awake now.” “But you do have to sleep. So what do you want me to do” I said. “Sing my song for me.” It took me a while to realize what she meant. “Seriously? I need to sing you asleep? How old are you again..?” I said. “Come on, Frank! Just sing for me.” I let out a sigh, stood up and grabbed my guitar. She smiled and pulled the bed sheets over herself. I sat down at the edge of the bed. “You look like a little child.” I chuckled. She smiled. “You do know that that's my bed right?” I said. “I don't care. Now sing. Oh but try not to wake your mom up!”

I quietly sang the song I had written for her. When I was done she already seemed tired. I wanted to stand up to go to the guest room so I could sleep there, since Michelle had taken my bed. But she pulled me down. “Where are you going?” She asked. “To bed?” It sounded more like a question than like an answer. “Can't you lie next to me?” She asked. “Are you sure?” She nodded so I lied next to her and wrapped my arms around her. “The song was beautiful again, by the way.” She said and kissed me. I wonder how the song would sound if I would play it with the band. But it doesn't really go well with the music we're currently playing. Maybe later.

“You know what would be great?” Michelle whispered. “What?” “If we could just run away from here. I would just love to. I wouldn't have to see my mom or Jason ever again.” I thought about that for a while. I actually really like Jersey, but to be honest, I think that even if Michelle wanted to move to some weird country on the other side of the world I probably would've been okay with it okay. I'm hopeless. “If we could, would you run away with me Frank?” “Anytime you want.” A few minutes later she fell asleep.

Notes

So this is the chapter I wrote today, just before I found I had lost my old account where this story used to be on. As always, I would love it if you guys would comment to tell me what you think about it.

I'll try to update again soon!

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