You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

A few days pass and Frank and I barely speak, only exchanging general pleasantries as we pass in the mornings before heading out to work and I go to my classes. Every time we're in the same room I can feel Franks eyes boring holes into me and when I look up at him his expression is pitiful, his eyes clearly pleading for me to forgive him but I'm still hurt and upset and I won't allow him to rush me into anything this time. In currently laying on the couch, flicking through channels looking for something to watch on tv when the front door opens and Ian and Frank come in, having been at band practice and Ian comes in and flops down on the other couch while Frank walks up the hallway towards the bedroom. "Hey" Ian says and I half heartedly wave at him before saying "How was practice?" "Pretty good, we have another gig next weekend." "Cool" I say, turning my attention back to the tv and Frank comes in, staring at me before crossing the room to sit beside Ian and he says "You wanna go?" I turn my head to look over at him as I shrug my shoulders and say "Maybe, I dunno." The rest of the night passes with almost complete silence from me and I can feel Frank staring at me the whole time. After a while Ian sighs and says "Well as awkward as this has been, I'll leave you's to it," standing up and leaving the room after shooting me a sarcastic smile and I flip him off before turning my attention back to the tv. Frank and I remain silent, me staring at the tv while he stares at me, occasionally looking away at the tv for a few minutes before turning his attention back to me until I've had enough and I turn my head to look at him and say "What?" Frank continues to stare at me, biting on his bottom lip before he stands up and quickly walks across the room towards me, climbing ontop of me when he reaches me and he smashes his lips to mine, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip before he forces it inside my slightly parted mouth, taking me completely by surprise and by the time my brain catches up with what's happening his tongue is rubbing against mine and one of his hands is fisted in my hair while the other grips at my hip. I brace my hands against Frank chest and push him up off me, turning my head to the side and breaking the kiss before panting out "No." "Come on baby" Frank pants out before sliding his hands to wrap them around my wrists as he leans in to kiss me again and I turn my head further away as I say "I said no," tugging my hands free and shoving against Franks chest hard, pushing him off me so he falls to the floor.

The next morning Frank will barely look at me, the morning being the most awkward we've had so far. When Frank is ready he says goodbye to Ian, completely ignoring me as he leaves the apartment and I feel a full throb in my chest again, knowing that last night made everything worse. "Wow Gee, you need a sweater?" Ian asks, chuckling at his joke and I look over at him as I say "Fuck off Ian" but there's no venom to the comment and even I can hear how sad I sound. "What happened?" Ian asks and I sigh before saying "He kissed me and I said no and he didn't take it well." "So it's over between you two?" "I honestly don't know. I still love him more than anything but it's like he doesn't care. I've been waiting for him to make some kind of effort, show some kind of gesture that he still loves me and is sorry and wants this to work but all I've gotten is him staring at me and forcing himself onto me trying to kiss me. I don't know what to do anymore Ian, maybe it's time to cut my losses once and for all with this whole thing."

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