Yours Truly, Frankie

I stumbled down the driveway to my home tripping on my own feet every few steps. I was drunk off my ass and I just wanted to see Frank; I've been gone for a while now and I felt it was okay to drop in and see how he was doing.

I got to go the front door, after almost dying going up the four steps that lead to the porch, and found the door surprisingly unlocked. Frank never kept the door unlocked so I got a tad bit worried.

"Fraaaank" I called out drunkenly. I shut the door behind me and kicked off my shoes. Frank hadn't responded or come flying down the steps like usual so he must be asleep, right? I walked through our small house to our bedroom and opened the door. Anger, shock, and betrayal coursed through my body as I stared at what was placed. Frank was sleeping in bed completely naked, being spooned by my best friend.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Tears clouded my vision and I quickly slammed the bedroom door, rushing back down the hallway to the living room. I heard scrambling so I knew that I had woken them up. All I could do was break down. I couldn't believe what was placed in front of me. I flopped on the couch, my fists balled, and my face red and blotchy.

Finally, I head footsteps. They were frantic to I could immediately tell they were Frank's. He rushed into the living room wearing baggy sweat pants that hung so low on his hips that I could see his pubic hair starting to show. I knew I was hurt, but I was also drunk as shit; I wiped my tears as I got up from the couch and bee lined to Frank. He looked terrified, like he was about to shit himself. Serves him right. But all I did was circle around him, growling lowly in my throat.

Frank gulped loud enough for me to hear, knowing that the animal side of me came out when I was mad or horny. In this case it was both. Sucks for him. I stopped myself when I was at his back, my hands found way to the front of his hips, my head dipping into the back of his neck. I inhaled slowly and deeply, taking in his musty scent. My cock stired in my jeans, my hands trailing wear his pubic hair starts, feeling the course hair. Frank whimpered as I pushed my hand into his sweat pants, trailing his hardening cock.

I knew new Frank was terrified, but I also knew he loved my rough and dominant side. As I felt him harder I took him into my hand and pumped him slowly, his body still stiff yet he leaned back into me. I bit the skin of his neck as he whimpered at my soft strokes.

"So tell me Frankie." I began. "What were you doing in our bed with my dealer?" He stiffened instantly and I growled, buying him again but harder. He cried out as I continued stroking him in his pants, but I wasn't letting him get away with this.

"I came home for one day and I come home to this," I took my hand out of his pants and pushed him roughly, making him fall on the couch. He stared up at me with wide, pleading, eyes begging me to show him mercy for what ever I was going to do. "You stupid fucking slut!" I hissed at him. He curled up onto the couch looking like he was a puppy that I had just kicked. "How could you?!" His eyes started to water and his lips wobbled but I had, had enough of his shit. I angrily growled and picked up the tv remote from the table and threw it against the wall, shattering the picture of us on the day we first met.

Frank was full on sobbing as I went about the living room smashing our memories that we've collected through out the years. I had smashed all but on picture in the matter of five minutes.

The one of us where I was holding Frank bridal style as we both smiled wildly at the camera.

I remember that day.

That was the day he agreed to be my husband.

I was snapped out of my rampage when I head glass shuffling. I turned around to see Frank holding the photos of the pictures I smashed, sniffling and looking at me with huge pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry Gee..." He said, his voice cracking from crying. "I just get so lonely without you here." He hiccuped as his eyes filled with teas again. I Instantly filled with regret. I looked at the picture I was holding. Then looked back at him. I felt numb and sad. I sat the picture down into the shelf and held my arms out for him. He dropped the pictures he was holding and ran to me.

"I'm so sorry Gee," he whispered into my chest. "I just want you to come home.." I wrapped my arms around him, one on his lower back and another in his hair. I laid my head on top of his and he cried into my chest. Things were starting to get clear for me, how much I was hurting Frank. Frank was trying to distract himself from the pain I was causing him by cheating and although I realize how shitty that is I couldn't help but understand.

"I'm sorry Frankie... I'm so sorry"

Notes

This was longer than usual. Obviously. I hope you enjoy this shitty story :)