Let Me Be The One To Save You.

***Michelle's pov***

I gave Frank's mom a big hug. "Again, thank you so much for letting me stay at your house, Linda. I'm so grateful." I said. She smiled at me. "It was nothing, dear. I loved having you here. And I'm pretty sure Frank did too." She said. Laughing at the last thing. I said goodbye and started walking towards the front door. Frank picked up my huge bags with all my belongings in it and followed me. "I'll carry it myself, don't worry." I said trying to grab the bags out of his hands. "Shut up and let me help you for once." He said, laughing. He put the bags in the back of his car and stepped in. I took place next to him.

"Thanks for giving me a ride." I said. Frank looked up from the road for a second. "Sure. You know, I still think it sucks that you're leaving." He said, looking back at the road again. "I know.. But I just have to. And like I already told you, nothing will change because of it." I said.
We talked about random stuff until we reached my house. We got out of the car, Frank got my bags out of the back. He then walked over to me and pulled me in a tight hug. After a while, he pulled away a little bit and looked at me. "I'll see you at school again tomorrow." I nodded. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Bye." He said. "See you soon." I said before pecking his lips, packing up my bags and walking towards the front door.

I honestly didn't know what to expect. The last time I was here was when there was still a pervert walking in and out of the house all the time. And the last time that I saw my mom, she was drunk as fuck. I breathed in and out a few times and then pressed the doorbell. My mom opened the door and at first it was really awkward. "Hey Michelle. Come in, good that you're home again." My mom said. She gave me an awkward hug. She didn't smell like alcohol so bad anymore. I could still smell it, but it's definitely not as bad as it was before I left. I walked upstairs and put my bags in my room and walked downstairs again.

My mom went into the living room and I followed her. She sat on the couch and I sat at the chair next to it. "Michelle, we have to talk about some things first." She said seriously. It was weird to hear my mom talk like that again, not slurring out her words. Her words making sense. "First of all, I'm sorry for the way I've been. I know I haven't been a mother to you. Again. I'm going to try to change. It'll work this time." It was good to hear those words but it was way to familiar to me. I've heard them before but they never really meant anything. I just bit my lip and nodded. "Secondly, Jason told me that you had had some arguments and that that was part of the reason you left. Listen, Jason told you this before but now I'm saying it myself, I'm not replacing dad with Jason. I told Jason that I can't see him anymore now, I guess you're not ready for it yet, and you come first." I was confused. Jason made this whole thing up, it never had anything to do with him replacing my dad, obviously. But what did he get out of this? He couldn't come here anymore, and he actually helped me by making up that story. I nodded again. "I'm going to go up to my room and pack out my stuff." I said and walked upstairs.

I threw myself at my bed and thought really hard. Everything Jason had told my mom didn't make any sense. None of it did. But I guess I was happy with how everything's turning out. I rubbed my eyes. I hadn't realised that I was so tired. I felt myself drift away and fell asleep.

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I woke up after about an hour and a half and sat up straight. I grabbed my phone and saw that I had one unread message. Frank already? He really has to stop worrying so much. I read the text and my jaw dropped when I finished. I started trembling and my breath wasn't under control anymore. Not done with you yet. Was just sick of your mom and that house. I'll find you. Tell anyone, and I'll hurt that person. Especially your little boyfriend. Do you understand me?
There was no name underneath it, but you didn't need to be a rocket scientist to understand from who it was. Jason. I shivered. Well there's my answer, I guess. Stupid to think that he would just stop and leave me alone all the sudden. What should I do? Maybe he's just trying to scare me. After all, he would never be able to 'find me' I'm always either at school, or at house. Or maybe at Frank's place. But I'm never anywhere where he could try to do something to me without anyone noticing. I felt that my heart was already starting to pound slower. Should I just tell Frank, just in case? Even though he was probably bluffing, the last thing he said in the text did scare me. I'm not going to tell Frank. It will only cause him to freak out.

My stomach made a weird noise. I guess I couldn't suddenly expect my mom to make dinner on time for me and stuff. So I walked downstairs and threw a pizza I found in the freezer in the oven. I was still a little bit shaky from the shock I got when I read the text. How did he even get my number? Oh wait, that probably wasn't even hard, he could've gotten it out of my mom's phone or even the house phone.

I nervously ate my pizza. Shit I gotta go do something. At least get out, I'm killing myself by sitting alone and thinking so much. Wait, didn't Billie Joe have that gag tonight? I decided to send him a text. How late is your gag tonight? After a few minutes my phone buzzed. I read the text. Wow you remembered, I feel special. It's at 9 PM. I dialled Frank's number and hit call. "Hey babe!" Frank's raspy voice said. I bet he had been sleeping. "Hey, Frankie." "Everything's all right?" "Yeah sure. Just wondering if you wanna go see this band at 9?" I heard him chuckle. "What?" I asked. "You already miss me now? I thought I was being a little dramatic but you really can't be without me can you?" He said. "I can go without you.." I said, I was smiling but he didn't see of course. "Nope, I'll pick you up okay?" He said. "Great, see you tonight." I said. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

I walked over to the living room where my mom was. "Ehm, mom? I'm going to see a gag of someone from my school later on. Is that okay?" I said awkwardly. I wasn't really used to asking for permission for these kinds of things anymore. "Sure, whatever. Just not too late." Such enthusiasm.

I had an hour until Frank would come pick me up but I was bored so I just decided to start getting ready already. I changed my band tee and black jeans for a black tanktop and some light blue skinny jeans. I wore my black converse with it, as usual. Converse are the best. Though Frank would probably say that vans are better.
I put on some red lipstick and put on eyeliner, my usual cateye look. I let my dark brown hair hang loose. My phone started buzzing, I saw Frank's name on the display so I walked outside, not even bothering to pick up the phone. He was waiting in the car and we drove to the bar where Billie Joe would perform.

I hadn't even told Frank that it was Billie Joe's band that we were going to see. It just seemed better to do it that way. I'm pretty sure that Frank isn't a huge fan of Billie. But they should be friends with each other. It would be way easier and a lot more fun. I had heard a few of Green Day's songs and I think that I know Frank well enough to know that he'll probably just mindlessly love it without even knowing who are the band members.

We arrived at the club. It had this whole punk scene thing going on, Frank seemed to enjoy it. Billie, Mike & Tré weren't on yet. Right now a Ramones song was blasting through the speakers. We sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. "So what was the band called again?" Frank asked. "Green Day." "Hm. I feel like you have mentioned that one before. It's just a local band right?" I nodded. "Yeah, they play punk music. I think you'll like it." Frank nodded and looked impatiently at the stage.

After about 10 minutes three figures showed up on the stage. Tré sat down behind his drum kit first. I saw Frank frowning a bit as if Tré looked familiar to him but he didn't know who it was. I held in a chuckle. Then Mike came up and I felt Frank's eyes on me. Billie Joe ran up the stage and stopped in front of the microphone. "ARE YOU READYYYYY?!" He shouted in the microphone, his light blue stratocaster that was full with stickers hanging on his neck. "Are you serious." Frank whispered in my ear. I turned around and pecked his lips. "Don't be a douche, you might like it." He sighed but he did look back at the stage again. I caught Billie's eyes and he waved happily at me.

Do you have the time?
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once.
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking out
Am I just paranoid,
Am I just stoned?

Somewhere half way the middle of the song Frank gave up on trying to act as if he didn't like them. I smiled at his pained expression when he decided that he just couldn't hate it. When the song ended he whispered something in my ear. "Okay they're not horrible. And Billie Joe isn't that annoying.." I raised an eyebrow. "Not horrible?" "Okay okay, they're pretty awesome."

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We had a blast at the gag. Everybody in the club seemed to. The band had just played their last song and people were leaving now. Frank and I were about to leave too, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a really sweaty Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt next to him. "Hey, Michelle! Hey Frank. Thanks for coming you two." Billie said. I smiled. "No problem! Wanted to do something anyway. And you were so great!" Frank nodded. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome." Billie seemed a little bit surprised because of the compliment but he and Miked thanked us both. "So where's your drummer?" I asked. Mike chuckled. "Probably trying to pull a girl or something. I think that that's what he likes the most about being in a band." Billie laughed. "That, and being able to act like an idiot in front of an audience." I laughed at that.

We stayed at the club for some longer. Frank actually started talking with Billie Joe about music and all kinds of things, I wasn't even involved in their conversation anymore. I just talked with Mike and later on with Tré who had come join us after a while. It sounded as if Frank and Billie were actually having fun talking and laughing about stuff. Maybe because Billie was also being quite generous when it came to buying us beer. I didn't really drank a lot though, don't think that I'll ever like it. I've seen too much of how drunk people can be that I've never really been able to enjoy drinking myself. But the boys seemed to have a blast.

I felt a wave of happiness come over me. Frank, and also Billie Joe and his friends, had made me forget about the whole Jason thing. I realised that no matter how crappy things will get, I'll always have Frank there to get me through every single thing.

I pulled Frank away from the guys and close to me. I pressed my lips against his, placing my arms around my neck. He was a little bit surprise from the sudden action, but he didn't complain. Our lips moved in-sync. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip. I parted my lips and he slid his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his hear, deepening the kiss. I heard the guys making stupid sounds behind us. I hadn't realised that they were still there. I reluctantly pulled away.

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I was in my small room again, boring myself to death. I could just go downstairs but I didn't really feel comfortable with being in one room with my mom yet. It was still too weird. I looked at my walls. One of them had posters on them, the other ones where just boringly white.

I jumped up when I suddenly felt my phone buzz. A text. I opened it. I asked you if you understood me. Do I have to pay your little boyfriend a visit to make sure you kept your mouth shut? His name is Frank right? I don't like that he punched me. Would be fair if I could do something back right? Unless he stays out of this of course. I shivered. Do I have to respond? He's just bluffing right? He could never find out where Frank lives. But then again, should I risk it? What if he will find him? I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me.

I took a deep breath and sent a short text back. Understood. Don't hurt him. I almost immediately got a text back. Good girl. I'll see you soon. What is that supposed to mean? Should I even be here? But he could never come in this house

I went to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. I was getting sick of this people. If my dad was still here, non of this would've ever happened. I know that Jason can't do anything, he's just trying to scare me. But he's succeeding, and I have to deal with it on my own this time. I wished that I was still at Frank's place. The distraction from tonight had helped then but it's obviously all ruined now. I grabbed my earphones and listened music until I finally fell asleep.

Notes

So I don't really know about this one, is it too boring? I think that next one will be better because I have an idea of what's going to happen then so be patient please c:

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