Party Poison

Frankie's POV-

I flinched and then blinked at Mikey...

Did I hear right?
Since when does he know about Ash...?

"Frank? Are you listening?" Mikey asks.
I shifted, "uhh... H-how did you know about A-as-sh- him?"
Mikey paused to take a sip of his coffee before answering, "Gerard told me you were shouting his name in your sleep...."
"Oh"
"Stupid fucking night terrors...." I thought, not realising I said that out loud.
"So you have night terrors?" Mikey asks.
I look up from the floor, meeting his gaze, "what?"
"You said that out loud...." He replied, "that you have night terrors...."
"Oh, erm yeah...." I muttered.
He nodded, "when did these start?"
"Um...."
I thought back, wincing as I'm remembering a few....
"I-i can't remember.... I guess, after h-he..." I faded off, grimacing.
"After he....?" He pushed.

I bit my lip, flashes of what Ashton had done to me filling my mind.
My father laughing in background.
I self consciously wrapped my arms around my body.

"S-stop.... It hurts... S-s-so much....." I cried.
"FRANK! Frank, it's okay. He's not here, open your eyes. No ones hurting you- he's not hurting you." I hear Mikey saying.
"H-he won't be there if I open, right...?" I mumble, hesitantly.
"No he won't." Mikey confirms.

I open my eyes, nervously, being greeted by Mikey's poker face expression, but with a sort of concern, worry, and care in his eyes.
I sigh, exhaling all the stress, and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"C-can we stop now...?" I mutter, my eyes now glued to the floor, in shame.
"Yeah, of course, Frank. I'm really sorry for pushing you too far...." He replied, hesitantly getting out of his chair.
I nod, "it's fine...."
He goes to the kitchen, putting his coffee cup in the sink.
"I'm just going to the uh bathroom..." I say, and he nods.

I quickly, practically run there, locking myself in.
I scream in my hands, out of shame, and embarrassment.

Mikey saw me break down fucking twice now, and we have only known each other for like 24 hours, if that!
Gerard saw me break down before as well!
Why am I so fucking weak?!

I look in the bathroom cabinet, taking out the shave razor.
I press the tip against my skin, and push hard, and repeat it a few times.
I don't bleed that much, I do it just enough to get over the shame, for now that is.
I wash the blade and put it back, closing the cabinet door.

Then I hear a door closing, and footsteps downstairs.

I realise Gerard's back!

Notes

So sorry for the wait got dumped recently and I got a bit upset so ya.... Anyways comment what u think I appreciate it cx