I Still Think You're Beautiful

Franks P.O.V

"This movie is so fucking dumb." Zacky laughs as he stares at the Tv. We've been watching Final Destination for about an hour and Zacky hasn't stopped laughing. "None of this shit is possible." He adds.

"It's a movie, Zacky." I say and let out an irritated sigh. I let my head fall back into the arm of the couch and set my feet in Zacky's lap. I try to concentrate on the movie but I can't because of all of Zacky's giggling and stupid comments.

After awhile I sit myself up next to him and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. "God you're boney." he mumbles under his breathe, probably thinking I can't hear him. I pretend I don't and keep watching the movie.

"I can't fucking take this movie anymore." Zacky finally says. He lets go of me for a second to lean forward and grab the remote off the coffee table, he then paused the movie and turns back to me. I roll my eyes and he smiles,

"Don't roll your eyes at me kid." He smiles.

"I'm not a kid." I shoot back and stick my tongue out.

"You're as tall as one." He laughs. I make a pouty face and cross my arms, then scoot away my body like some pissy four year old. "Did I make little Frankie mad?" He asks mockingly and pokes my stomach. I let out a tiny giggle and lay back down on my back, letting my feet land in Zacky's lap again.

After a moment he pushes my feet off him and crawls over me on his knees, "You still pouty, kid?" He teases and leans down to kiss me. "I don't know," I smile, "Maybe."

Zacky smiles lightly and kisses my lips again, but longer and more passionately. I don't really kiss back, but I put in a tiny effort. He pulls away with a smile on his face and sits back down, pulling me into his lap. My legs wrap around his waist and he's sets his hands on my sides gently. "You're gorgeous Frank." He says and brushes my hair out of my face. My heart drops into my stomach when I think of when Gerard used to tell me that. "T-thanks Zacky." I answer and force a smile. Zacky stares into my eyes for a long few moments until he connects his lips to mine again. I want to pull away so bad, but at the same time, I still want him. I press into him more and start to move my lips against his, my heart flutters a little when his hands slide down my thighs.

He pulls away from my lips and attaches them to my neck, I freeze for a second from shock and push at his chest, "N-no" I stutter out, "N-not in the m-mood" Zacky stares at me and looks at me like I have two heads, "What?" He asks and gives me a disgusted look. I shake my head and say, "I know where this is going and I'm not in the mood" Zacky still stares at me. I stare back and he scoffs, before I know it, I'm pinned down on my back with Zacky over me.

I wince loudly when he grabs my wrists and pins my hands above my head. "Z-Zacky-" I protest, he ignores it and starts biting my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. "Zacky what the fuck-"

"Shut the fuck up" he growls. I squirm around in attempt to get away from him, but he's too strong. "Stop moving" he yells and tightens his grip on my wrists. "Make me." I spit back. He stops for a second and his mouth drops open, "Excuse me?" "You heard me" I say.

"Youre fucking in for it now" He hisses. My heart drops and reality slaps me right in the face. He's going to rape me. And there's nothing I can do. "Get the fuck off of me!" I scream, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He doesn't respond starts rubbing his hands all over my body,

"Just shut the fuck up and be quiet" Zacky yells and vision starts to blur as my eyes tear up. My eyes slip closed and I pray to God for someone to help me, but I remember I have a voice, and it's time to use it. I start to scream and kick my legs, but it doesn't do anything, it just makes Zacky angrier, "If you loved me, you wouldn't do this!" I sob as my shirt is ripped off my body. He freezes, and for I second I think his eyes are going to fall out because they're so wide. He sets my shirt down and slowly moves off of me, he slumps into the couch and closes his eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." He whimpers.

I shake my head and climb off the couch, not even looking at him. I tug my shirt back on and say, "Just leave me alone." "Babe please-" He begins to protest, but I stop him. I turn away from him and start to trudge away, "I'm not your babe anymore, you fucking asshole. If you can't support my feelings and just fucking leave me alone after I say no, then why the fuck am I still here?"

We both go silent, not saying a word or even breathing. I scoff and give him a hateful smile, "See? You having nothing to say. Bye Zacky." I grab my phone and wallet off the coffee table and ignore Zacky's sobbing and pleading. I couldn't give a shit even if I wanted to about him at this point, he was going to fucking rape me.

I rush toward his front door and don't look back, I slam it as hard as I can and start to let the tears fall. To be honest, I don't want to go through heart break again, It makes me fucking miserable. My heart shatters a little bit, just a little, I don't have much of a heart left because Gerard took most of it. And he still has it.

As I walk away from Zacky's house, I pull out my phone and try to remember Gerard's number, the number I used to know by heart. I type in the numbers and bring the cold phone to my ear, listening as it rings.

"....Hello...?" a voice finally answers through.

I take a deep shaky breathe and answer, "H-hey Gerard...its me..."

Notes

sorry it's bad. I wrote it in like 15 minutes and I'm on vacation so I haven't had time.

BUT WOOHO HE CALLED GERARD