Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance
Baseball bat.
2 ReviewsFrank is being abused by the love of his life. Jamia does something she can't live with.
Jamia slapped Frank harder than ever before. "What the fuck did you do to my....are you even listening, you fuck up!?"
Frank whimpered, and then took three steps back from his wife.
"Ba-Baby it was an accident...just a car accident...I got the money to fix it I promise!" But Jamia kept throwing punches.
"Jamia please!" He cried out, falling backwards.. A car. His wife was abusing him over a car, and he couldn’t protect himself. He couldn’t hit Jamia. Jamia was his everything. He was nothing without her.
“Jamia, come on!” He yelled, curling into a ball and pressing his face into his chest. What was more important, his ribs or head? He didn’t know and Jamia continued kicking him in random spots as hard as she could.
“You little horrible, disgusting asshole! I can’t believe you have the decency to go and fuck up my car!”
“He pulled out in front of me!” Frank was crying now. Whimpering and crying and begging his wie to let him fix it.
“You stay right there, Iero,” She sneered as she walked out of the room. Frank jumped up and limped as quickly as he could to the door, peeking out from behind it. He saw his wife going through the bat bin from when he played softball at the rec center this summer, and opened the door quietly, trying to get out the front door before she noticed.
“Where the fuck are you going? you little bitch you won’t even take what you deserve!” Jamia swung as hard as she could,hitting Frank with so much power Frank flew backward, His ribcage hurt so damn bad. She had broken at least four of the ones on the right side of him in one blow.
“Baby no..” He whispered. “I need an ambulance...I may have internal bleeding...” He whispered even softer, knowing right then Jamia didn’t give a fuck. He was going to die.
Jamia kept swinging. She hit his chest, arms, legs, man parts, and then started smashing his head in. He couldn’t do anything but scream and take it. He couldn’t block the blows. But what he did do next was the luckiest thing he could have done at that point.
He passed away halfway through the beating. Jamia didn’t notice, and just kept going. When she was done he was a pile of broken bone and blood and it terrified her. What had she done?
Frank whimpered, and then took three steps back from his wife.
"Ba-Baby it was an accident...just a car accident...I got the money to fix it I promise!" But Jamia kept throwing punches.
"Jamia please!" He cried out, falling backwards.. A car. His wife was abusing him over a car, and he couldn’t protect himself. He couldn’t hit Jamia. Jamia was his everything. He was nothing without her.
“Jamia, come on!” He yelled, curling into a ball and pressing his face into his chest. What was more important, his ribs or head? He didn’t know and Jamia continued kicking him in random spots as hard as she could.
“You little horrible, disgusting asshole! I can’t believe you have the decency to go and fuck up my car!”
“He pulled out in front of me!” Frank was crying now. Whimpering and crying and begging his wie to let him fix it.
“You stay right there, Iero,” She sneered as she walked out of the room. Frank jumped up and limped as quickly as he could to the door, peeking out from behind it. He saw his wife going through the bat bin from when he played softball at the rec center this summer, and opened the door quietly, trying to get out the front door before she noticed.
“Where the fuck are you going? you little bitch you won’t even take what you deserve!” Jamia swung as hard as she could,hitting Frank with so much power Frank flew backward, His ribcage hurt so damn bad. She had broken at least four of the ones on the right side of him in one blow.
“Baby no..” He whispered. “I need an ambulance...I may have internal bleeding...” He whispered even softer, knowing right then Jamia didn’t give a fuck. He was going to die.
Jamia kept swinging. She hit his chest, arms, legs, man parts, and then started smashing his head in. He couldn’t do anything but scream and take it. He couldn’t block the blows. But what he did do next was the luckiest thing he could have done at that point.
He passed away halfway through the beating. Jamia didn’t notice, and just kept going. When she was done he was a pile of broken bone and blood and it terrified her. What had she done?
Log in to rate and review this story