Bully Me

it was only a fifteen minute bus ride to Frank's place. I used the time to think and replay everything that just happened in my head. My whole body was shaking, I was riddled with anxiety. No one had ever treated me like that, well not since I was very young. My lip was busted and swollen while my nose still hadn't stopped bleeding. I had a big handful of paper pressed against it so I wouldn't make any unnecessary mess. Frank who sat next to me during the ride was also pretty shaken up. I could tell that he felt this was all his fault which was absolute bullshit considering I was the one who kept blabbing and making Gerard angrier and angrier. I stared out the bus window, my head leaning on it, bobbing up and down with the vibrations. The sky was grey and so very bland, the world just looked empty and broken. Which kind of represented how I was feeling.

I got lost in thought and didn't even realize that we'd made it to Frank's stop until he put a hand on my shoulder and gestured to me to get up.
Frank's house was small but homey looking, it was the kind of house you'd see in one of those cheesey 80s sitcoms about happy families. Frank dug a key out of his pocket and unlocked the wooden door to his place. There was no car in the driveway so I assumed that no one was home.
"So this is it, make yourself feel at home, the kitchens that way, bathrooms that way and my bedroom just down that hall." He forced a smile, an obvious attempt to cheer me up. I appreciated the kind thought and gesture but unfortunately it didn't lift my spirits much. "I really need to clean these cuts up do you have a first aid box?" I asked, my voice was croaky and gross.
"Yeah of course, here sit down I'll take care of it." I plopped onto a bar stool and patiently waited, watching Frank's every move as he darted around the kitchen.
He first got a glass and filled it with water,
"Here, drink up."
I chugged the whole thing in one go, the cold hitting the back of my throat in a soothing manor. He dug out some antibacterial wipes and some bandages and band-aids and a pack of tissues.
"Okay lets take a look here," After carefully cleaning the blood from my nose he stuck a tissue in one of my nostrils just to be sure I don't bleed again. He band-aided up any open cuts on my face. I watched him as he observed the wound on my lip.
"Shit he really did a number on this little guy." He jokingly poked my bottom lip and I couldn't help but smile at him, he was so cute. After cleaning and fixing everything up on my face he started to check the rest of me.
"Blu there's a hickey on your neck." He pressed his finger against the pinkish mark.
"That fucking asshole," I growled "I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!"
"Blu calm down, if anyone asks just say its a curling iron burn or something."
I settled down after that, Frank was smart. We spent the rest of the afternoon mucking around and it was lovely.

Notes

I?? am?? back?? yikes its been a while and this book is complete trash but thanks for reading it anyway lmfao ILY ALL.