Frankie Baby

I waited impatiently for Frank to come into art. But after 5 minutes I became worried , because it Frank , and he’s never late from anything school related. I chewed at the irritating hangnail that split from my blunt nail. I sighed and waited another minute before getting up and walking out of the classroom , ignoring the teacher’s non-threatening calls. I quickly walked down the hallway, listening to anything that would lead me to Frank. Suddenly , I stopped and a faint “please” , perked my ears. I jogged to the end of the hallway and fear froze my blood. Frank was shoved against a wall with a huge jock’s hands wrapped around his throat. His body was limp and the jock muttered something before dropping his slack body to the ground. But when the jock’s foot collided with Frank’s stomach then face I snapped back into reality. A blind rage flooded over me , igniting every cell in my body. I sprinted to the fuckhead and tackled him to the ground , his body landing with a thump underneath me. No one touches Frank , except me. The jock’s face was contorted into one of pure fear. I smashed my fist into his pathetic face , blood starting to seep from his nose and lip. Blindly i pounded into his face , blood painting my knuckles. Anger fine tuned itself into the punches that rained down onto the jocks face. Revenge catalyzing the beating , Frankie's slack body imprinted in my memory. I blatantly ignored his pleads to stop. Sickening cracks compelled me to punch him even harder. I pulled my fist away from his swollen bloody face a gripped his muscular neck. I lent forward and glared into his fat , almost swollen shut eyes. “What the fuck did you say to him?” I said , putting my voice dangerously low. He swallowed , I felt it under my fucking finger tips. “I told him..” he choked out , my fingers slowly tightening. “That I won’t stop till you faggots-ss.” My choke hold on his neck made his face turn bright red and beads of sweat to roll down his face in combination with his blood. “Until you faggots are dead-d.” I stared down at him and I had an iron grip on his throat. “Thats a pretty bad statement when you’re in this position.” i said venomously. “Im going to leave the same imprints on your neck , that you left on my precious boyfriend , as a reminder , you piece of shit.” I growled as I watched his eyes roll back into his head. I released his throat , then lept off of him to attend to Frank. My previous anger was replaced with worry and sadness over Frank. I let out a small sob and held him in my arms. Fingerprint-like bruises blossomed on top of the fading hickies i had given him. “Frank , honey you need to wake up.” I murmured worriedly , kissing his bloodied lips repeatedly. Panic rose when he didn’t respond. “Frankie, sugar come on.” I felt tears prick my eyes. I couldn’t go on without him , only two days turned me two a wreck. I would kill myself if it were the rest of my life without him. I kissed him, his blood wettening my lips as I cried over him. Tears blurred my vision as I called his name over and over praying to the god i don’t believe in for a response. “Baby , please.” I sobbed into his neck , hugging him close to me , running my fingers through his hair. Suddenly Frank moaned in pain. My heart jumped and I pulled away from his neck to look him in the face. He was drifting in and out of consiousness , his breathing regular. “Fucking , fuck, fuck.” I sputtered , now tears of pure joy falling freely from my eyes. I scooped him up and carried him in my arms bridal style , side stepping a sporadic breathing jock. I sent a swift kick to his ribs then kept jogging to the exit with a lightweight Frank in my arms. When we got into the car he was asleep again , but breathing. I placed him gently into the car seat , strapping him in. On our way to my house I stole glances over to him , just in case to see if he was okay. Also to admire his beauty. We arrived at my house in a matter of minutes because i floored it, just wanting to get home. I scooped him up again and walked into the house , pressing kisses to his tender face. I jogged up the steps and placed him gently on the bed , removing his shoes and pants from his sleeping body. After I sat and buried my face in my hands , shedding tears of happiness for a full two hours.

Notes

hello . hi
I wouldnt let Frank die off , i promise!
I hope this wasnt too shabby , i feel as this fic is moving very quickly..I hope youre happy with the results
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