We're reckless but it's okay

“Please.’’ I begged quietly as the man, who’s name I can’t fucking remember, repeatedly kicked me. “Don’t do this to me again.’’ Begging didn’t help. He didn’t go easy or stop and I could hear Lindsey laughing.

“What the fuck?!’’ a familiar voice shouted. The man was throw off me but I didn’t bother to look up. Instead I brought my knees to my chest and began sobbing again. “I swear to fucking God, if you ever go near Gerard again, I’ll personal beat your ass into the ground!’’ the voice shouted. “Now, leave! Both of you!” I heard shuffling and then a small thump next to me. ‘’Baby, are you okay?’’

“D-don’t call me that.’’ I said, shakily, still not looking up. I felt a hand on my shoulder and soft lips brush across my cheek. I flinched at the touch, but relaxed when I recognized the familiar set of lips. Frank. He picked me up and laid me gently on the bed. He crawled in next to me and pulled the covers over us. He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered things in my ear until I calmed down.

I felt a sudden lack of ident in the bed and I knew he left. I was disappointed and closed my eyes. I was about half asleep, ignoring the shuffling going on in my room. I was drifting off, and more asleep than awake when I heard the familiar music of the beginning of Corpse Bride. I sleepily rolled over and saw Frank standing by the television with a small smile on his face. I sat up slowly and smiled a small smile similar to the one he had. I had seen the movie enough to remember the beginning music.

“Mikey once mention how much you love Tim Burton movies. It’s a lame attempt to make you feel better.’’ I smiled largely at how much he seemed to care. I did love Tim Burton movies. I loved the artwork and how the characters were designed. I loved how skinny some were and how oddly shaped others were. I normally can’t stand animated movies with singing in them but movies like Corpse Bride or Nightmare Before Christmas were different. I quickly went to hug him and buried my face in his neck.

“T-thank you.’’ I stuttered out, tears threatening to spill out from my eyes again. He quickly hugged back and then laid me back down on the bed. I giggled, fucking giggled, and he turned of the light and laid down next to me again.

“Your giggle is adorable.’’ he smirked

“I sounded like a fucking five year old.’’ I said and laughed. He laughed and placed a kiss on my forehead before shifting us both a little so we could be facing the television. I really wanted to ask why he came back after I was such a dick to him. I really wanted to know, but I also really wanted to enjoy laying with him and watching a movie. I chose against asking him, but made a mental note to ask him later.

I wasn’t even really paying attention to the movie. I was paying more attention to his breathing pattern and how he smelled of cigarette smoke. I traced little patterns on his chest and stomach and he made small noises every now and then when something happened on the movie. I felt strangely calm considering what happened less than an hour ago. I had never actually been saved from tem before. Mikey didn’t know about them, or Austin, or Oliver. No one. But now Frank knew.

“F-Frank?’’ I asked nervously. He looked down at me and made a ‘hmh’ sound. “P-please don’t tell anyone about...um...you know. Th-they’ll hurt me if they find out someone I know told. I don’t want to get hurt again.’’ I felt tears prick my eyes and they didn’t hesitate to quickly spill from my eyes. Frank kissed the top of my hand and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“I’ll never let them hurt you.”

Notes

Yay an actual update! Sorry I've been a bit busy and haven't got a lot of time to write anything. So my fingers and wrist are healing pretty well and I'm gonna have to do physical therapy coming up here because I apparently damaged some nerves pretty well in my wrist somehow. Anyways I hope you're enjoying the story so far and please tell me what you think xxx