The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

When I wake up the next morning Frank is gone and so is my sketch book. I get up and pull on clothes and leave the room to look for him. On my way to the cafeteria the nurse who showed me around the first day stops me and tells me I am being moved into a new room today with a roommate and that after today's session with Dr Wentz I will now be attending group sessions aswell. I nod reluctantly and follow her instructions to go pack up my things and clear out my room. When all my things are gathered I follow her down the hallway until she stops at a very familiar door. "This is it. Your new roommate will be..." "Frank." I cut her off and she smiles and gestures for me to enter the room before turning and walking away. When I go in Frank looks over from his bed and smiles taking in the sight of me with all my stuff and says "Hey roomie." I smile back and dump my bag on the other bed before crossing the room and attaching my lips to Franks, thankful he's still the kind loving man I'm in a relationship with. I stand there leaning down to kiss him for a moment before I pull away and see my sketchbook in his lap. "So that's where it went" I say and he smiles and says "I hope you don't mind. These are incredible." I sit beside him and he flips back to the first page asking me who my pictures are of. As we flip through I point out pictures I've drawn of Mikey, my mom and Bert. "So that's your ex?" He asks when we are on a picture of Bert and I nod slowly. "What happened between you two?" I swallow hard before saying "I was dreaming of and obsessing over you and he didn't want to be second best anymore so he left." Frank looks sad and says "How long were you together?" "Three years" I say and he reaches out to touch my cheek as he says "Oh Gerard I'm so sorry I broke you two up." I shake my head and smile as I say "Wasn't your fault Frankie" and pray that he leaves it at that, afraid to tell him what happened yesterday. He drops it and our day passes with no issues.
That night we go to bed in separate beds but after ten minutes I walk over and climb into bed with Frank, snuggling into his side. "Couldn't stay away from me could you" he jokes and I smile as I whisper in his ear "Well after last night how could I possibly want to stay away?" Frank rolls onto his side to face me and smirks at me before leaning in to kiss me. Things turn heated and we grind against each other for a few minutes before I slide my hand down and into Franks pants, stroking him at a fast pace. Frank moans into my mouth, whining out broken pleas before stuttering and cumming in my hand while I watch his face. "You look so sexy when you cum." I tell him and he blushes hard before pushing me back and sliding down my body, pulling my dick from my pants and sinking his mouth down onto me. I groan out and tangle the fingers of my clean hand in his hair as he bobs up and down on my dick. I can feel the excess saliva running down my dick and across my balls and I groan out at the sensation, being more turned on by how messy it is. Just as I'm about to cum I tug hard on his hair and say "Frankie" and he pulls back right before I cum all over my stomach. Frank flops back on the bed and I climb off to go into the bathroom and wash my hand and stomach off before climbing back in behind Frank and pulling him to my chest, spooning him as we fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up with Frank still in my arms but he's rolled over to face me. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead and after a few minutes his eyes flutter open and I know the look in them all too well now. I slide back and try to get up before he can get too mad but I get tangled in the blanket and fall to the floor. Frank follows me out of the bed, leaning over me and screaming at me "Stay the fuck out of my bed. It's bad enough I have to share a room with a freak like you but stay the fuck away from me." I shake in fear before crawling backwards away from him thankful to not get hit. I flee to my side of the room and gather some clean clothes before running into the bathroom and shutting the door between us. I hear Frank stomping around the room swearing so I quickly change and then run from the bathroom to the hallway, once again afraid of my boyfriend.
All day every time I see Frank he has a murderous glint in his eye and I shiver when we make eye contact. That night at bed time im afraid to go to my room but the orderlies force me to, saying they'll keep an ear out for any trouble. I rush into the room and get into bed, facing the wall so my back is to Frank and pray he'll just leave me alone. He mumbles out a few swear words at the sight of me but doesn't come near me and I fall asleep shaking in fear of what he might do to me if I even so much as breathe wrong. In the middle of the night I am woken by Frank pulling the blanket back on my bed and I flinch in fear and slide over to flatten myself against the wall. Frank just smiles down at me and climbs in, pulling the blanket back up and saying "Slide back over baby I don't need that much room." I relax a little realising my Frankie is back and I slide over and wrap my arm around his waist, eventually falling asleep again.

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