Broken but perfect

Frank got out of the shower and walked over to where I was sat on the sofa. He had his clothes in his hand and a towel wrapped around his waist.

‘’Where can I sleep?’’ he asked looking down at me

‘’You can sleep with me.’’ I said looking up from the ground

‘’Rather not.’’ What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

‘’Uh… there’s a spare bedroom.’’

‘’I’ll sleep in there.’’

‘’O-okay. It’s the room near the bathroom.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ he said and walked away to the bedroom.

I went into the bedroom to check on him about an hour later, and he was asleep. I walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead, then walked out. I went back to the living room and looked at my phone, I knew I shouldn’t pick it up, but did anyways. There was a bunch of texts from Misha, the first few made sense but the more I got, the more they turned into nonsense. He was obviously drunk or something, I had to help him. I had drank a lot of vodka while Frank was in the shower, but being the poster boy for fuckups, I drove to Mishas anyways.

I walked in the door and went to Mishas room. He wasn’t there so I went to the living room and heard someone in the bathroom. I assumed it was Misha so I went and laid down on the sofa and waited for him to come out. I had started to drift off when I felt someone sit on me. I opened my eyes and a drunk,half-naked, Misha was on top of me.

‘’Mi-Misha? Are you okay?’’ I asked. He leaned in and crashed his lips into mine. I pushed him off and looked at him ‘’Misha! Stop!’’ He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head.

‘’You shouldn’t have left me, Gerard.’’ he said holding me down

‘’Misha, please, don’t.’’ I pleaded trying to escape his grasp, but couldn’t. He was six years older than me, I couldn’t really overpower him, even if he was drunk. He ignored my cries and took one hand and ripped off my pants and threw them on the ground. ‘’Misha.’’ I repeated, weakly.

‘’You shouldn't have left me.’’

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