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Frank's POV
When I awoke the next morning I had a pounding headache and I couldn't for the life of me remember what I had done last night. Hell, I didn't even know where I was at this point in time. That is until I looked to my left and froze. There was a girl laying beside me completely naked who was most definitely not Secret. Zacky lay to her other side. He was also nude. I glanced down at myself in fear of what I would find. I too was in nothing more than my birthday suit.
My stomach lurched and I dashed for the bathroom. The contents of my stomach spewed forth as I gagged and spluttered to breathe. Memories of last night flooded my brain. I remember meeting Zacky after the show then we talked to Secret and then he took me to a club where we got insanely shit-faced. After that I remember coming back to the hotel where there had been a stripper, courtesy of Zacky, who had given me a lap dance and then......and then I had fucked up royally. I washed my face and mouth of the vomit and then returned to the bedroom.
"Zacky, get the fuck up!"
"Hmmphh."
"Get up now!"
He sat bolt upright in the bed and looked at me in confusion. Probably due to the fact I was standing there naked.
"Frank? Why are you naked?"
I pointed to the bed and his face paled considerably as he lay eyes on the sleeping form beside him.
"F-Frank? What the fuck did we do?"
"You decided to hire a fucking stripper! That's what!"
"Fuck! Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would turn out like this."
"Well it did! Just get her out of here! Now!"
"Okay, okay. Calm down."
He shook the girl until she woke. She looked up at him groggily.
"Look, I'm sorry but you've gotta go."
"Oh yeah. Sure."
I turned my back to her as she climbed from the bed and quickly dressed. She left without another word.
"Fuck! What am I supposed to do now?!"
"You can't tell Secret."
"I have to. I can't lie to her again."
"Frank, if you tell her this could ruin both of your lives not to mention the twins' lives."
I sighed. "I've got to go."
I scrambled to dress and gather my belongings.
"Frank, I'm sorry." Zacky frowned.
"Don't be. It's my fault. I had a choice and I chose wrong. Bye Zacky."
"Bye Frankie."
I left the hotel and waved a cab down. I gave the driver the address and not long after I found myself standing in front of the tour bus. After much debating with myself I finally forced myself to open the door and enter the bus.
"Hey Frankie. Did you and Zacky have fun last night?"
"Oh, uh....yeah Mikey. It was fine."
"You sure? You seem a little down?" Gerard questioned.
"Yeah. I'm just tired. I think I'll lay down."
"Okay."
I slumped to my bunk where I collapsed. I curled onto my side and stared at nothing. I felt sick at my stomach. I was disgusted with myself. For nearly five years I had been faithful and loving but one night, one fucking night had ruined everything. I hated myself. Secret would be heartbroken. She had put all of her trust in me for these past few years as we traveled endlessly around the country. One single angry tear slipped from my eye as my fist met the wall in frustration.
"Frankie?"
Oh course Gerard would come. He would always be the first one to notice when something was wrong. I suppose I couldn't be angry with him for caring. The curtain was pulled aside and the mattress dipped as he sat beside me.
"Frankie, what's wrong?"
I could hear the concern lacing his voice. I'm not sure what came over me but I burst into tears. The salty liquid streaked my cheeks as Gerard rubbed soothing circles into my back. I hadn't cried in over four years. I hadn't had a reason to but now it seemed I couldn't stop.
"Shh Frankie, shh. Whatever it is it will be okay."
As those words fell from his lips my blood began to boil and anger shot through my veins.
"No! It won't fucking be okay!" I screamed. He jumped.
"I-I, Frank, I'm sorry. Please calm down."
"No!"
I pushed him from my bunk. He fell to the floor with a loud thud, a look of shock and hurt graced his face. At that moment I didn't care. I jumped from my bunk. My anger and self-hatred snaked thorough me, consuming me until I felt nothing more. My fists smashed at everything in my way. Walls, mirrors, books, glasses. It didn't matter. It all ended up smashed to pieces. Screams of pain and anger shot out of my throat, piercing my ears. Faces blurred around me. Words bounced off of my ears unheard. I kicked and punched until my knuckles were dripping blood and I could feel myself being pulled away.
Icy wind hit my face as two strong arms tugged me through the door. Through my tears of anger I could see Ray's horrified expression, Mikey's fear, Bob's confusion, and Gerard's anger.
"Everyone back inside. Now!" Gerard shouted and they obliged.
Before I could blink I found my back smashed against the side of the bus. Pain shot up my spine. My head ached as it bounced off cold steel.
"Goddammit Frank! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Let me fucking go!"
"No! Not until you tell me what is wrong with you."
"Fuck off!"
I don't know what possessed me to do so but I spit on him. Right in his face. His fist connected with my jaw and I fell to the ground.
"Dammit Frank! We are not going anywhere until you tell me!"
I stood from the ground standing directly before him, our noses nearly touching as I growled my response.
"Fine! You want to fucking know so bad then I'll tell you! I am a filthy, disgusting piece of fucking shit!"
Gerard's face softened into a frown.
"Frankie, don't say that. You are none of that. Why would you even think that?"
"Because it's the truth, Gerard! I am a horrible person."
I fell to my knees as the tears poured once more.
"G-Gee, I-I c-cheated!"
He looked taken aback by my news. "W-What?! When?"
"L-Last n-night."
"Oh Frankie. Why?"
"I-I, I was d-drunk and it j-just h-happened!"
Gerard sighed as he sank to his knees beside me.
"Frankie, I'm sorry. Come here." He wrapped his arms around me and I sobbed into his chest as I clung to him for dear life.
"Shh. I wish I could tell you everything will be okay but I can't. I can tell you I will be here for you."
"I-I don't d-deserve your friendship."
He sighed. "Come on. We've got to get going. Let's get you inside."
I only nodded. I didn't dare meet my band mate's faces as I passed them. Gerard led me to my bunk and forced me to lay down. He lay down beside me and held me to his chest. He did everything he could to comfort me as I sobbed my seemingly endless supply of tears into his chest. The next thing I knew I was being awoken by Gerard.
"Come on Frankie, wake up. We're home."
I sighed. Normally I would be ecstatic but now all I felt was the dread that was settling into my stomach like a chunk of lead. I grabbed my bags and went to Gerard's car. The ride was silent until he pulled into my driveway.
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"No. I need to do this alone."
He only nodded as I climbed from the car, grabbed my bags, and walked toward the door. I went in and dropped my bags by the door. I was trying to prepare myself for what I was about to do when Secret appeared before me.
"Frankie!"
She ran and jumped into my arms. My heart ached. I knew I had to tell her and the sooner the better. Just before I found my voice she began kissing and sucking at my neck. That is when I knew I had to feel her, to taste her one last time before I lost her.
I gripped her tightly as I climbed the stairs and carried her to our bed. I lay her down, pushing myself between her legs. I smashed my lips into hers, savoring the taste and feel of them against my own. She clawed at my pants and I stripped myself of my clothing before doing the same to her.
I gazed upon her nude body as I tried to memorize every inch of her, knowing this would be the last time I would be able to have her. Slowly, I thrust into her. She moaned, her nails digging into my skin. Our lips meshed together, tongues explored, hips ground together. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pushing me deeper. I kept my movements slow, putting as much love as I could into every thrust, into every kiss, in fear of it ending too soon. My lips caressed every inch of soft, pale skin within reach.
Her breath hitched and a tear slipped from eye as I realized this was it. It was over. Her muscles clamped around me as she writhed and moaned beneath me, her juices soaking us both. After a few more thrusts I was exploding into her. The salty tears fell faster now as I rested against her chest. Another few minutes passed before I pulled out and lay beside her. She rested her head on my chest.
"I missed you Frankie."
"I missed you too." I croaked as I tried to hold the hot tears behind my burning lids.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Secret, I love you. I love you so fucking much."
"Frankie?"
"Please say you love me."
"Frankie, you're scaring me."
"Please, just tell me you love me."
"I-I love you, Frankie."
More tears slid down my already streaked cheeks.
"I-I.....I-I.....ch-cheated."
xo britt
When I awoke the next morning I had a pounding headache and I couldn't for the life of me remember what I had done last night. Hell, I didn't even know where I was at this point in time. That is until I looked to my left and froze. There was a girl laying beside me completely naked who was most definitely not Secret. Zacky lay to her other side. He was also nude. I glanced down at myself in fear of what I would find. I too was in nothing more than my birthday suit.
My stomach lurched and I dashed for the bathroom. The contents of my stomach spewed forth as I gagged and spluttered to breathe. Memories of last night flooded my brain. I remember meeting Zacky after the show then we talked to Secret and then he took me to a club where we got insanely shit-faced. After that I remember coming back to the hotel where there had been a stripper, courtesy of Zacky, who had given me a lap dance and then......and then I had fucked up royally. I washed my face and mouth of the vomit and then returned to the bedroom.
"Zacky, get the fuck up!"
"Hmmphh."
"Get up now!"
He sat bolt upright in the bed and looked at me in confusion. Probably due to the fact I was standing there naked.
"Frank? Why are you naked?"
I pointed to the bed and his face paled considerably as he lay eyes on the sleeping form beside him.
"F-Frank? What the fuck did we do?"
"You decided to hire a fucking stripper! That's what!"
"Fuck! Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would turn out like this."
"Well it did! Just get her out of here! Now!"
"Okay, okay. Calm down."
He shook the girl until she woke. She looked up at him groggily.
"Look, I'm sorry but you've gotta go."
"Oh yeah. Sure."
I turned my back to her as she climbed from the bed and quickly dressed. She left without another word.
"Fuck! What am I supposed to do now?!"
"You can't tell Secret."
"I have to. I can't lie to her again."
"Frank, if you tell her this could ruin both of your lives not to mention the twins' lives."
I sighed. "I've got to go."
I scrambled to dress and gather my belongings.
"Frank, I'm sorry." Zacky frowned.
"Don't be. It's my fault. I had a choice and I chose wrong. Bye Zacky."
"Bye Frankie."
I left the hotel and waved a cab down. I gave the driver the address and not long after I found myself standing in front of the tour bus. After much debating with myself I finally forced myself to open the door and enter the bus.
"Hey Frankie. Did you and Zacky have fun last night?"
"Oh, uh....yeah Mikey. It was fine."
"You sure? You seem a little down?" Gerard questioned.
"Yeah. I'm just tired. I think I'll lay down."
"Okay."
I slumped to my bunk where I collapsed. I curled onto my side and stared at nothing. I felt sick at my stomach. I was disgusted with myself. For nearly five years I had been faithful and loving but one night, one fucking night had ruined everything. I hated myself. Secret would be heartbroken. She had put all of her trust in me for these past few years as we traveled endlessly around the country. One single angry tear slipped from my eye as my fist met the wall in frustration.
"Frankie?"
Oh course Gerard would come. He would always be the first one to notice when something was wrong. I suppose I couldn't be angry with him for caring. The curtain was pulled aside and the mattress dipped as he sat beside me.
"Frankie, what's wrong?"
I could hear the concern lacing his voice. I'm not sure what came over me but I burst into tears. The salty liquid streaked my cheeks as Gerard rubbed soothing circles into my back. I hadn't cried in over four years. I hadn't had a reason to but now it seemed I couldn't stop.
"Shh Frankie, shh. Whatever it is it will be okay."
As those words fell from his lips my blood began to boil and anger shot through my veins.
"No! It won't fucking be okay!" I screamed. He jumped.
"I-I, Frank, I'm sorry. Please calm down."
"No!"
I pushed him from my bunk. He fell to the floor with a loud thud, a look of shock and hurt graced his face. At that moment I didn't care. I jumped from my bunk. My anger and self-hatred snaked thorough me, consuming me until I felt nothing more. My fists smashed at everything in my way. Walls, mirrors, books, glasses. It didn't matter. It all ended up smashed to pieces. Screams of pain and anger shot out of my throat, piercing my ears. Faces blurred around me. Words bounced off of my ears unheard. I kicked and punched until my knuckles were dripping blood and I could feel myself being pulled away.
Icy wind hit my face as two strong arms tugged me through the door. Through my tears of anger I could see Ray's horrified expression, Mikey's fear, Bob's confusion, and Gerard's anger.
"Everyone back inside. Now!" Gerard shouted and they obliged.
Before I could blink I found my back smashed against the side of the bus. Pain shot up my spine. My head ached as it bounced off cold steel.
"Goddammit Frank! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Let me fucking go!"
"No! Not until you tell me what is wrong with you."
"Fuck off!"
I don't know what possessed me to do so but I spit on him. Right in his face. His fist connected with my jaw and I fell to the ground.
"Dammit Frank! We are not going anywhere until you tell me!"
I stood from the ground standing directly before him, our noses nearly touching as I growled my response.
"Fine! You want to fucking know so bad then I'll tell you! I am a filthy, disgusting piece of fucking shit!"
Gerard's face softened into a frown.
"Frankie, don't say that. You are none of that. Why would you even think that?"
"Because it's the truth, Gerard! I am a horrible person."
I fell to my knees as the tears poured once more.
"G-Gee, I-I c-cheated!"
He looked taken aback by my news. "W-What?! When?"
"L-Last n-night."
"Oh Frankie. Why?"
"I-I, I was d-drunk and it j-just h-happened!"
Gerard sighed as he sank to his knees beside me.
"Frankie, I'm sorry. Come here." He wrapped his arms around me and I sobbed into his chest as I clung to him for dear life.
"Shh. I wish I could tell you everything will be okay but I can't. I can tell you I will be here for you."
"I-I don't d-deserve your friendship."
He sighed. "Come on. We've got to get going. Let's get you inside."
I only nodded. I didn't dare meet my band mate's faces as I passed them. Gerard led me to my bunk and forced me to lay down. He lay down beside me and held me to his chest. He did everything he could to comfort me as I sobbed my seemingly endless supply of tears into his chest. The next thing I knew I was being awoken by Gerard.
"Come on Frankie, wake up. We're home."
I sighed. Normally I would be ecstatic but now all I felt was the dread that was settling into my stomach like a chunk of lead. I grabbed my bags and went to Gerard's car. The ride was silent until he pulled into my driveway.
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"No. I need to do this alone."
He only nodded as I climbed from the car, grabbed my bags, and walked toward the door. I went in and dropped my bags by the door. I was trying to prepare myself for what I was about to do when Secret appeared before me.
"Frankie!"
She ran and jumped into my arms. My heart ached. I knew I had to tell her and the sooner the better. Just before I found my voice she began kissing and sucking at my neck. That is when I knew I had to feel her, to taste her one last time before I lost her.
I gripped her tightly as I climbed the stairs and carried her to our bed. I lay her down, pushing myself between her legs. I smashed my lips into hers, savoring the taste and feel of them against my own. She clawed at my pants and I stripped myself of my clothing before doing the same to her.
I gazed upon her nude body as I tried to memorize every inch of her, knowing this would be the last time I would be able to have her. Slowly, I thrust into her. She moaned, her nails digging into my skin. Our lips meshed together, tongues explored, hips ground together. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pushing me deeper. I kept my movements slow, putting as much love as I could into every thrust, into every kiss, in fear of it ending too soon. My lips caressed every inch of soft, pale skin within reach.
Her breath hitched and a tear slipped from eye as I realized this was it. It was over. Her muscles clamped around me as she writhed and moaned beneath me, her juices soaking us both. After a few more thrusts I was exploding into her. The salty tears fell faster now as I rested against her chest. Another few minutes passed before I pulled out and lay beside her. She rested her head on my chest.
"I missed you Frankie."
"I missed you too." I croaked as I tried to hold the hot tears behind my burning lids.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Secret, I love you. I love you so fucking much."
"Frankie?"
"Please say you love me."
"Frankie, you're scaring me."
"Please, just tell me you love me."
"I-I love you, Frankie."
More tears slid down my already streaked cheeks.
"I-I.....I-I.....ch-cheated."
xo britt
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