Making It Up
Chapter Two.
Frank's POV
I woke up disorientated, unaware of my surroundings. I was, of course, in my new house. Its still dark outside, I notice, as my eye's open as slowly as they possibly can. So it was early, but it was okay, because it meant I had a few more hours to let the whole situation of what was going to go on today sink in. Its a new town, a new house, a new place for the kids, new everything.
I went down stairs and lingered for a while, fidgeting, and just generally watching the clock, counting the hours down to when I would have to accept the circumstances and actually let this new life take over me. I wasn't sure how this day would take me, the children would cope well. "after all, what better place to bring up you children, than in the Belleville." I muttered this to myself. I let the kettle boil and poured myself a cup of coffee, I stared in to the cup as I watched the cold milk mix in with the dark substance. My mind began to drift away and back, back to when I was going through some shit, but felt the need to take it out on the innocent.
Flash back
I walked through the empty halls of my shit hole of a high school. It was 9:12 am, late again, but of course I could give two shits about being punctual. I would come and go as I pleased, If I was going to be on time everyday, I would have to get up at the crack of dawn, well fuck that. No, if I was going to come here, I was going to do it my way, and this idea took a few years for the teachers to fully understand. But, anything was better than being at home, I wasn't abused, or ignored or anything of that kind, I was just simply unloved by the people that should have loved me unconditionally. And this of course confused me, in ways that made my blood boil one minute, and other had me sobbing in a pile on the floor. I couldn't understand why I was so inadequate for my parents love.
Which leads me to how I channel this, well, I suppose you could call it "energy" and try and get rid of it, which is obviously completely futile because these feeling wouldn't go until my parent's started miraculously loving me or I learned to deal with it.
I carry on my journey towards my destination, which of course is not my lesson, but a hiding place I know of, which holds a certain cretin who goes by the name of Gerard. I reached this place, which was sort of nook in the library, and found my target. There was something about this boy that bought my blood up in the most strange way, I couldn't quite put my finger on the feeling, so I just put in to my anger, and I go from there. I watched him for a while and waited for him to leave the library, because I can't get him in here.
I watched him leave the double doors, and I sauntered over to them myself, letting them clang together as I left them, making myself known to the boy in front. He stopped, turned ever so slightly but then began to walk again, faster now.
"Hey!" I shouted, his pace quickening "Hey! Where are going, boy? I just wanted to hang out? Don't you want to hang out with me, we had a marvellous time last time, or didn't you enjoy the locker? I picked it out, just for you" I smirked, I really did. As he went to turn the corner, I sprinted, and crashed in to him, smacking him against the lockers beside him.
"Just leave me be Frank, fuck, can't you find someone else to pick on" He exclaimed with sorrowful eye's, sparking something inside me which I ignored and pushed down.
"NO, I can't, this is just the way it must be Gerard. I am the hunter, you are the prey, its just all down to natural selection. I have it in me to survive, and you do not, If we were turtles a few million years ago you'd be fucked" I explained boastfully. "So" I continued "What shall it be? The bins, or a nice locker?"
His face grimaced.
End of flash back.
I shuddered, being bought back to my conscious mind, the coffee was now luke warm, and a bit shit. In my minds absence, the sun had risen, and I could hear my children stirring, time to face the day.
I woke up disorientated, unaware of my surroundings. I was, of course, in my new house. Its still dark outside, I notice, as my eye's open as slowly as they possibly can. So it was early, but it was okay, because it meant I had a few more hours to let the whole situation of what was going to go on today sink in. Its a new town, a new house, a new place for the kids, new everything.
I went down stairs and lingered for a while, fidgeting, and just generally watching the clock, counting the hours down to when I would have to accept the circumstances and actually let this new life take over me. I wasn't sure how this day would take me, the children would cope well. "after all, what better place to bring up you children, than in the Belleville." I muttered this to myself. I let the kettle boil and poured myself a cup of coffee, I stared in to the cup as I watched the cold milk mix in with the dark substance. My mind began to drift away and back, back to when I was going through some shit, but felt the need to take it out on the innocent.
Flash back
I walked through the empty halls of my shit hole of a high school. It was 9:12 am, late again, but of course I could give two shits about being punctual. I would come and go as I pleased, If I was going to be on time everyday, I would have to get up at the crack of dawn, well fuck that. No, if I was going to come here, I was going to do it my way, and this idea took a few years for the teachers to fully understand. But, anything was better than being at home, I wasn't abused, or ignored or anything of that kind, I was just simply unloved by the people that should have loved me unconditionally. And this of course confused me, in ways that made my blood boil one minute, and other had me sobbing in a pile on the floor. I couldn't understand why I was so inadequate for my parents love.
Which leads me to how I channel this, well, I suppose you could call it "energy" and try and get rid of it, which is obviously completely futile because these feeling wouldn't go until my parent's started miraculously loving me or I learned to deal with it.
I carry on my journey towards my destination, which of course is not my lesson, but a hiding place I know of, which holds a certain cretin who goes by the name of Gerard. I reached this place, which was sort of nook in the library, and found my target. There was something about this boy that bought my blood up in the most strange way, I couldn't quite put my finger on the feeling, so I just put in to my anger, and I go from there. I watched him for a while and waited for him to leave the library, because I can't get him in here.
I watched him leave the double doors, and I sauntered over to them myself, letting them clang together as I left them, making myself known to the boy in front. He stopped, turned ever so slightly but then began to walk again, faster now.
"Hey!" I shouted, his pace quickening "Hey! Where are going, boy? I just wanted to hang out? Don't you want to hang out with me, we had a marvellous time last time, or didn't you enjoy the locker? I picked it out, just for you" I smirked, I really did. As he went to turn the corner, I sprinted, and crashed in to him, smacking him against the lockers beside him.
"Just leave me be Frank, fuck, can't you find someone else to pick on" He exclaimed with sorrowful eye's, sparking something inside me which I ignored and pushed down.
"NO, I can't, this is just the way it must be Gerard. I am the hunter, you are the prey, its just all down to natural selection. I have it in me to survive, and you do not, If we were turtles a few million years ago you'd be fucked" I explained boastfully. "So" I continued "What shall it be? The bins, or a nice locker?"
His face grimaced.
End of flash back.
I shuddered, being bought back to my conscious mind, the coffee was now luke warm, and a bit shit. In my minds absence, the sun had risen, and I could hear my children stirring, time to face the day.
Notes
Hello all! Gossip sloth here, (or ally of course, if you like), i've gone and written a little Frankie paragraph for you! I hope all is well with you all, and I hope you enjoy our ever progressing story, please comment, rate and subscribe,
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This is such an original spin on the 'bully & victim' romance. I'm so excited, although I completely get the need for a hiatus. I've have to do the same.
2/17/16