Dig It

I feel asleep until it was 6 'shit' I thought jumping up, I tugged my jeans on and a plain grey shirt on over my pale stomach, I pulled my converse on and headed for the alley, I knew exactly what one, it was the one I lost my virginity in when I 16 a few months before I was girl, he was my boyfriend at the time, we got high and a bit handsy one thing lead to another and we were having sex against the wall behind a dumpster at the back, I never told anyone this, a weeks later I dumped him, he moved to new york to try and make a living, I put my hood up and head down, I took a few lefts and a right, I stood against the wall just next to the place I was meant to meet frank, I sigh until I felt a pear of hands grab my arm, they pulled me down the alley and against the back wall, he slammed my back against the wall I whimpered as my head made contact with the brick, I grabbed my head and rubbed it, fuck that hurt

"Ow! Mother f-aaa fuck" I cried

"Shh!" He hissed I looked up to see frank standing infront of me he didn't look angry or pissed

"I'm sorry.." He said
"You're a homophob who's gay, that's makes sense" I hissed still rubbed my head

"look i AM gay but I was just angry and need to let it out" he kicked the dirt on the ground

"So you beat the shit outta me then practically tell me to die,nice" I said sarcastically

"Listen me!" He said louder "I'm sorry, I just- I just didn't get why you did it"

"You said you were fine with it when we were in your fucking room!"

"I was drunk gem- gerard!" I was back to his normal voice

"So you used me for a blowie then beat the shit outta me with some jocks?" I questioned he didn't answer. I scoffed and began to walk off he grabbed my arms and pulled me to him, mine and his lips slammed together, I pushed my arms to his chest and tried to push him off, I succeeded and slapped him.
"And you call me the sick fuck, do me a favour and delete me number, I thought I could make a new friend but gained another enemy, don't come near my friends or my brother stick with the fucking jocks" I hissed, he just looked at me in shock.


I'd never fought back but I wasn't going to let myself get pushed around by the next kid, I liked him..a lot by does everyone I like end up being creepy, violent or just don't like me back, I turned my head as I walked over, franks eyes were glass and so were mine, I really liked him every since I saw him but he was just too different to when I saw him my heart broke that night I don't think it could be fixed, his lips were a perfect fit to mine and I felt a little bit of hope but he's the enemy I'm the victim he's the one who caused this.

Notes

I'm glad you like this and my other one, I'm sticking to writing this one at the moment once I'm done ill complete the other, thank you :d