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Oh So Scared
9 Reviewsarriving at franks house and...a lighter...burning flesh..a..a..gun?!
it be heree!!! the latest installment of my fail!!! :D read on!!! Oh...And Special Shoutout To Jazz, Abi And Megan!! they is real people!!!..i think :S hehe xxxxx
Mikeys POV:
we walked down the road, following frankies footsteps. me, ray and bob were sticking together whilst gee kept his hand firmly attached to franks. we were all quite scared. we've all seen frankies scars, and they looked quite fierce. i was glad abi wasn't with us, or the girls in that matter. if any of them got hurt...oh i would feel so terrible and guilty. the guilt would bury me into a pit of self despair. i looked at frank and gee. gerard was walking with a kinda of..self pride whilst frankie was literally shaking. i felt so bad for frank...he didn't deserve the shit his parents gave him. i sighed and looked at ray, his afro trying to escape his head by bouncing up and down. i tugged at ray's jacket.
"ray," i whispered. he turned to me and gave me a woried smile.
"don't worry mikey...we're all scared." i sighed and gave me and hug. ray always knew what was on peoples mind.
frankie stopped outside a beaten down house. it was filthy to be quite honest....glass littered the garden and bottles of vodka ocassionally making an appearence..
"guys...turn back now. i'll be f-fine." frank spoke with coldness in his voice. he choked on the last words...probably knowing he was lying.
"we are not leaving frank...we promised we wouldn't...lets go." bob spoke firmly and pushed his way to the front of our little group. frankie sighed in defeat and pushed bob aside. he fumbled around in his pocket and got out a little key. he pushed it into the dock and we all heard a spine chilling click.
oh god....now i was scared....
Franks POV:
i opened the door and sighed. the walls were filthy and my blood was stained on the carpet. i hung my head in shame and sighed. gerard walked over to me me and hugged me. i looked into his eyes and smiled.
"...god frank...you live h-here?! why is there so much blood?!...did someone die in here?!" bob squealed and i amediatly unlocked my gaze from gerard's hazel eyes and clamped my hand around bob's mouth.
"shush! yes, i live here and no-one died here..it's my blood. now stay quiet guys...the the last thing i need is da---" i spoke but i could hear footsteps coming towards me from the kitchen. i panicked and shoved the guys upstairs.
"run now! up to my room, you'll know what one it is! now GO!" i hissed. they looked at me with fear and they stayed still. i pushed them uo the stairs till they were no longer visible. gerard peered from the top with tears in his eyes. i sighed.
"i'll be fi--" i smiled but i fell silent when i felt someone pull my arm sharply. i saw the terror in gerards eyes as i fell to the ground. he started to move down the stairs but i shot him a death glare and he seized movement, his face still showing terror.
"think you could run away from me boy?" the person grabbing my arm spat. it was my father. he pinned me to the ground just beneath the stairs. gerard retreated to the top of the stair case, stood with the guys and looked on in horror.
"well boy?" my father scowled and slapped me hard around the face. i let out a small whimpered and let my head fall to my side, facing the stairs.
"n-no sir." i whispered. my fathers eyes enraged with hatred and disgust.
"speak louder when i talk to you boy." he hissed and punched me in the face, square on the jaw. i tried to get up but i fell to the ground, letting the blood from my mouth pool on the floor.
"yes sir." i whimpered. my father growled and got a lighter from his pocket.
"see this boy? it's fire...deadly thing. leaves burns and scars....time for the latest addition to your little collection." my father laughed sycotically and pressed the lighter against my cheek, hitting the ignition. the flame burned my skin and i could smell the scent of burning flesh. i screamed loud and cried hard until it wasn't possible. he stopped after what felt like forever and smiled. i could still feel the flesh sizzling like a steak on a BBQ.
"wanna see yourself faggot?" my father spat whilst digging through his pocket. i stayed silent until he brought out a small pocket knife from his pocket. i looked at myself in the relfection. the whole left side of my face was burnt with blood dripping down in tiny rivers. my lip ring had melted and dripped onto my chin and i could see muscles on my cheeks. thank god my eyes and lips were intact though.
"much better. no boy could love you now...better go find a blind girl." my father hissed and stood up and dragged me over to the couch by my hair.
"let me GO!" i screamed and broke free of his grasp. his eyes filled with rage. i ran behind the couch and gasped. my mother was on the floor...dead.
"Wh-What?! i though you loved her!" i whispered in shocked. my dad scoffed and laughed.
"She Loved YOU! she would always feel so fucking terrible after she hurt you....i gave up on that bitch." my dad laughed in a twisted way.
"she loved m-me?" i asked in shock. my dad nodded and lunged at me. i tried to get out of his way but i failed. he landed ontop of me and i felt my arm crack under the weight. i cried out in pain.
"no it's time to end your life." my dad grimaced and picked up a gun from next to my mothers head.
"No...no...Please don't kill me....i..i" i tried to speak but the sound of a gunshot interupted my train of thought. i screamed in pain. he shot me in the leg. i lay huddled on the floor, un able to speak.
"i..i...i'm gonna die." i breathed heavily. i was so scared.
oo...cliffhanger bizz ;) sorry it's short but next time it'll be better, i promise :D please R&R and i will update soon! i promise :D xoxoxo (btw...i wont kill frankie...or will i?)
Mikeys POV:
we walked down the road, following frankies footsteps. me, ray and bob were sticking together whilst gee kept his hand firmly attached to franks. we were all quite scared. we've all seen frankies scars, and they looked quite fierce. i was glad abi wasn't with us, or the girls in that matter. if any of them got hurt...oh i would feel so terrible and guilty. the guilt would bury me into a pit of self despair. i looked at frank and gee. gerard was walking with a kinda of..self pride whilst frankie was literally shaking. i felt so bad for frank...he didn't deserve the shit his parents gave him. i sighed and looked at ray, his afro trying to escape his head by bouncing up and down. i tugged at ray's jacket.
"ray," i whispered. he turned to me and gave me a woried smile.
"don't worry mikey...we're all scared." i sighed and gave me and hug. ray always knew what was on peoples mind.
frankie stopped outside a beaten down house. it was filthy to be quite honest....glass littered the garden and bottles of vodka ocassionally making an appearence..
"guys...turn back now. i'll be f-fine." frank spoke with coldness in his voice. he choked on the last words...probably knowing he was lying.
"we are not leaving frank...we promised we wouldn't...lets go." bob spoke firmly and pushed his way to the front of our little group. frankie sighed in defeat and pushed bob aside. he fumbled around in his pocket and got out a little key. he pushed it into the dock and we all heard a spine chilling click.
oh god....now i was scared....
Franks POV:
i opened the door and sighed. the walls were filthy and my blood was stained on the carpet. i hung my head in shame and sighed. gerard walked over to me me and hugged me. i looked into his eyes and smiled.
"...god frank...you live h-here?! why is there so much blood?!...did someone die in here?!" bob squealed and i amediatly unlocked my gaze from gerard's hazel eyes and clamped my hand around bob's mouth.
"shush! yes, i live here and no-one died here..it's my blood. now stay quiet guys...the the last thing i need is da---" i spoke but i could hear footsteps coming towards me from the kitchen. i panicked and shoved the guys upstairs.
"run now! up to my room, you'll know what one it is! now GO!" i hissed. they looked at me with fear and they stayed still. i pushed them uo the stairs till they were no longer visible. gerard peered from the top with tears in his eyes. i sighed.
"i'll be fi--" i smiled but i fell silent when i felt someone pull my arm sharply. i saw the terror in gerards eyes as i fell to the ground. he started to move down the stairs but i shot him a death glare and he seized movement, his face still showing terror.
"think you could run away from me boy?" the person grabbing my arm spat. it was my father. he pinned me to the ground just beneath the stairs. gerard retreated to the top of the stair case, stood with the guys and looked on in horror.
"well boy?" my father scowled and slapped me hard around the face. i let out a small whimpered and let my head fall to my side, facing the stairs.
"n-no sir." i whispered. my fathers eyes enraged with hatred and disgust.
"speak louder when i talk to you boy." he hissed and punched me in the face, square on the jaw. i tried to get up but i fell to the ground, letting the blood from my mouth pool on the floor.
"yes sir." i whimpered. my father growled and got a lighter from his pocket.
"see this boy? it's fire...deadly thing. leaves burns and scars....time for the latest addition to your little collection." my father laughed sycotically and pressed the lighter against my cheek, hitting the ignition. the flame burned my skin and i could smell the scent of burning flesh. i screamed loud and cried hard until it wasn't possible. he stopped after what felt like forever and smiled. i could still feel the flesh sizzling like a steak on a BBQ.
"wanna see yourself faggot?" my father spat whilst digging through his pocket. i stayed silent until he brought out a small pocket knife from his pocket. i looked at myself in the relfection. the whole left side of my face was burnt with blood dripping down in tiny rivers. my lip ring had melted and dripped onto my chin and i could see muscles on my cheeks. thank god my eyes and lips were intact though.
"much better. no boy could love you now...better go find a blind girl." my father hissed and stood up and dragged me over to the couch by my hair.
"let me GO!" i screamed and broke free of his grasp. his eyes filled with rage. i ran behind the couch and gasped. my mother was on the floor...dead.
"Wh-What?! i though you loved her!" i whispered in shocked. my dad scoffed and laughed.
"She Loved YOU! she would always feel so fucking terrible after she hurt you....i gave up on that bitch." my dad laughed in a twisted way.
"she loved m-me?" i asked in shock. my dad nodded and lunged at me. i tried to get out of his way but i failed. he landed ontop of me and i felt my arm crack under the weight. i cried out in pain.
"no it's time to end your life." my dad grimaced and picked up a gun from next to my mothers head.
"No...no...Please don't kill me....i..i" i tried to speak but the sound of a gunshot interupted my train of thought. i screamed in pain. he shot me in the leg. i lay huddled on the floor, un able to speak.
"i..i...i'm gonna die." i breathed heavily. i was so scared.
oo...cliffhanger bizz ;) sorry it's short but next time it'll be better, i promise :D please R&R and i will update soon! i promise :D xoxoxo (btw...i wont kill frankie...or will i?)
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