F r a n k

“How much?” the man asks,
Keeping his head low as
He stared into me.

“20 for a BJ
30 for a fuck” I say,
Avoiding his gaze and
Taking a long drag
From my cigarette.

“Get in.” He said bluntly,
Opening the car door for me.
I obliged, flicking my smoke at
The ground before sliding into
His car. He got in as well and
Turned the car on, looking over at
Me with a small smile.

I guess you could say he was fairly
Attractive. At least in his 30’s though.

He drove for a
A little, pulling into
An empty ally way.

“So what’ll it be babe?” I say,
Forcing a smile.

He smirked at me,
Pulling a wad of cash out
Of his jacket pocket.

“What’ll 50 bucks get me?”

My heart skipped a beat,
Looking at the money.

“Anything you want…”

---

“I got a 50, Train” I spoke quickly,
Keeping my hood over my eyes.

I caught a snicker
From Train,
“Got the big bucks
Today Frankie boy?”

A smile crawled
Across my lips.
“Worked hard for
It man, so you better
Not fuck me over.”

“When have I ever?”
He said slipping the item
Of my affection out of his pocket.

I put my hand out,
A cleverly folded 50
Tucked in my palm.

After a quick shake,
He had his money,
And I had the dope,
I had my reason to
Live.

---

Joana saw me and smiled.
“Your back.”

“Yeah, and I got a huge
Score Joe. 50 bucks worth.”

Her face lit up,
“That might even last us
Till tomorrow.”

Joana is my housemate.
A women in her early 30’s
Whom I’ve grew to love
Like a mother.

My real mother gave up
On me a few years back
Once the drugs started,
I was living on the streets
When I met Joe.

Our house isn’t the best
Looking, but we
Don’t need much.
We never will need much.

Needle,
Spoon,
Lighter.
And we
Are off
To the
Races.

I’m first to
Shoot up.
My veins
Burning like
Fire. Then it’s
Cool as ice.

I untie the band and
Feel the rush of pleasure
Run threw my body.

God is real,
And he lives in
My needle.

I smile vaguely
At Joe and hand her
Needle as my
World fades into
Water colors.

The drugs pass quickly,
So Joe heads out
To the Liquor store
For a bottle of Gin.
Leaving me to the
Nothingness of the house.

She’ll only be gone
For a few minutes,
But all and any down
Time makes me cringe.

I could be on the streets
Getting more money,
Or shooting up just
A little more dope,
Or working on
Getting a real job.

I always need to be doing
Something,
Or I’m just sitting and
Watching
The world move around me.

The door swings open and
Joe walks in,
Slamming a bottle of Gin on
The table and sighing.

“There are some real interesting
People at the liquor store man.” She
Laughs, sitting next to me.

“Like who?” I ask, grabbing the
Bottle and unscrewing the lid.

“Hmm, there’s that
Blue haired old lady
Who calls everyone
Sarah….Then some
40 year old mom
With her kid latched
To her leg…

And this really hot
‘I’d rather kill myself
Than leave the house’
Type with these wicket
Dark circles under his eyes”

She laughs, pushing a
Cigarette between her lips
And tossing me
The pack to me.

The person
She’s describing
Flashes in my mind
And I smirk to
Myself.

“I know who your
Talking about” I chuckle,
Lighting the tip of
My cancer stick.

Joe chuckled
“Knowing your
Status Frankie
I bet you already
Fucked him”

“Nope,
But I tried.”

---

Monday morning
Is a blur.
Just a mess of pain killers
And cigarettes.

I make it to school
About an hour late
And walk into first
Period. My English
Teacher simply sighs
And ignores me as I
Take a seat in the back.

School isn’t
My favorite
Thing to do.

But I’d like to get a
Real job
In the future, and people
Can’t do
Anything without a
High school
Diploma now a days.

Hours on end
Of lectures about
Various subjects
It’s finally the end
Of the day.

I’m in my usual spot,
Against the wall,
Lit cigarette in hand.

“Funny seeing you here…” A voice speaks,
I look up to see dark eyes boring into
Mine. The eye’s belonging too
That guy from the other night, who
Gave me the 50.

“I’m off duty.” I say,
Taking my smoke to my lips.

“You don’t look to
Busy to me,
Come on, I got a 100
This time…” He says smoothly,
His hand starting to grip my side.

“I said
Fuck off” I say,
Pushing
The man back
And turning to
Walk away.

A feel his hands wrap
Into my hair,
A stinging sensation when
He slams me against the
Brick wall.

“And I said,
Shut the fuck up
And get into my car” he spits
Shoving me towards his
Parked car.

I have no choice but to obey,
Collecting myself and
Taking the few steps to the
Vehicle, it won’t be that bad,
And at least I get 100 out of it.

In no time he’s by
My side, the open
Door in his hand,
“Get in” He says.

“Frank?” I hear a voice call out.
I look up and see Mikey Way,
Looking right at me. “Are you
Still Coming over to work on
The Project Tonight?”

I force a smile,
As the man
Next to me
Stands there,
Looking at me
Impatiently.
“Um... Yeah,
I’ll be a little
Late though...”

Notes

Womp...Sorry I've been inactive for so long :c Schools ending, exams, final projects, all that shit.. Anyway, heres one from Franks POV. Hope your enjoying this so far!! And Thank you all for reading, subbing, ect. Please Please Comment and tell me what you think! <3 Till next time ;D
-Phobias