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Frank's POV
I was so fucking angry with myself. How could I let this happen? Why was my life so fucked up? Why does something always fuck my life up when I am happy? My blood boiled as the anger enveloped me. My mind clouded over and all I saw was red as I slammed my fist into the wall. My knuckles screamed in protest as I punched over and over. Blood splattered across the wall and one final punch sent my fist through the offending wall. I didn't stop there though. I ripped the bedding from the bed. I slung pictures across the room where they shattered into a million fucking pieces. But I didn't stop there either. I smashed lamps, chairs, anything in my fucking way.
"Frank! Stop!"
I felt two arms circle my waist and shove me to the floor. I fought back against my restrainer but it was no use. Their full body weight was nearly crushing my chest as they sat on me, restraining my wrists. I felt myself growing weaker until I couldn't fight back any longer. The hot tears burned behind my eyelids as I peered straight into a pair of shocked hazels. Of course. Gerard was my restrainer. The burning tears finally fell, staining my cheeks.
"Frankie, what is wrong?"
He released my wrists and slid off of my chest. I threw myself into his arms and sobbed into his chest. He only held me tight and rubbed my back as I let all of my pain out. Once I had finally calmed down Gerard pulled back and made me look up at him.
"Frankie, what happened?"
"I-I-I....s-she's p-pregnant!"
He sighed. "I thought we already discussed this."
"N-Not S-Secret. Th-The.....th-the s-stripper!" I wailed. My chest felt like it would cave in on me at any moment.
"Oh Frankie, no." He gasped. I nodded shakily in response.
"Are you sure?"
"Z-Zacky c-called."
"And she thinks it's yours?"
"W-We don't k-know if it's m-mine or Z-Zacky's."
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Frankie."
"It's all m-my f-fault."
"I can't argue with you there but I promise we'll figure this out."
"O-Okay." I sniffled.
"Secret is going to be crushed."
"H-How am I s-suppose to tell her, G-Gee?"
"I don't know but you have to tell her. She told you the truth so you have to do the same for her."
"I-I k-know."
We stayed silent for a few minutes while my sobs began to die out until they eventually became nothing more than sniffles and hiccups.
"G-Gee?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry about your room."
He sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his hair and surveyed the damage I had caused.
"It's okay. It can be either fixed or replaced. Let's just get you cleaned up."
"Okay."
Gerard pulled me to my feet and led me to the bathroom where he made me sit on the toilet while he doctored my hand.
"This is going to sting." He warned before he poured some alcohol on my hand. I hissed in pain.
"Fuck!"
"I know, I know. Just sit still."
I did as I was told while he applied some antiseptic cream and then bandaged my hand.
"All done."
"Thanks Gee."
"Yeah, Yeah. What kind of friend would I be if I let you bleed to death?"
I chuckled at him. "I highly doubt I would have bled to death but thank you."
"So, when are you going to tell Seek?"
I sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'll call her now and get it over with."
"Okay. I'm here if you need me."
"Thanks Gee." I started to walk away when I remembered the condition my cell was in.
"Uh Gee, can I borrow your cell? Mine is a little, uh.....out of it."
"Yep." He handed his phone over.
I scrolled through the contact list as I made my way out into the backyard. I found Secret's number and hit send. It rung twice before she answered.
"Gerard?! Is Frank with you?!"
"It's me."
"Frankie? Are you okay? I am so sorry, baby. P-Please come home."
"Secret, we need to talk. Meet me at the park in twenty minutes."
"O-Okay. I love-" She started but I hung up.
She wouldn't be saying that once she heard what I had to say. I went back inside and slipped some clothes and shoes on then climbed into my car and drove to the park. Secret had not arrived yet so I took a seat on the swing set and waited.
Secret's POV
It hurt that Frank had hung up on me but I guess I could understand considering the pain I was putting him through. I immediately grabbed my things and told Pete where I was going before climbing into my car and speeding off toward the park. When I arrived I noticed Frank was already here. He was seated on one of the swings. I slowly walked toward him and sat on the other swing. He looked up at me with sad eyes and I nearly burst into tears as one single tear rolled down his cheek.
"Fr-Frankie, please don't cry."
He sniffled. "Secret, I love you with all of my heart. Do you know that?"
"Y-Yes. I love you so fucking much, Frankie."
"I have to tell you something and it's going to hurt but just know that no matter what happens I love you and I always will."
My stomach dropped. It was evident from the look on his face and the tone of his voice that this was bad. The only thing I could think of is that he was going to tell me it was over and that he didn't want me anymore.
"O-Okay."
"I fucked up so bad, baby. I'll understand if you hate me after this."
"Frankie, I could never hate you. Never.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"The g-girl I ch-cheated with is p-pregnant."
I felt as if he had punched me in the stomach. Like he had stabbed me straight through the heart. I couldn't breathe. My chest felt as if it was caving in on itself.
"I-It's y-yours?"
"I don't know yet."
"Oh g-god n-no!"
I fell to my knees and did the only thing I could. I cried. I cried my heart out. My world was shattering around me and there was nothing I could do. This was obviously karma coming back to bite me in the ass.
xo britt
I was so fucking angry with myself. How could I let this happen? Why was my life so fucked up? Why does something always fuck my life up when I am happy? My blood boiled as the anger enveloped me. My mind clouded over and all I saw was red as I slammed my fist into the wall. My knuckles screamed in protest as I punched over and over. Blood splattered across the wall and one final punch sent my fist through the offending wall. I didn't stop there though. I ripped the bedding from the bed. I slung pictures across the room where they shattered into a million fucking pieces. But I didn't stop there either. I smashed lamps, chairs, anything in my fucking way.
"Frank! Stop!"
I felt two arms circle my waist and shove me to the floor. I fought back against my restrainer but it was no use. Their full body weight was nearly crushing my chest as they sat on me, restraining my wrists. I felt myself growing weaker until I couldn't fight back any longer. The hot tears burned behind my eyelids as I peered straight into a pair of shocked hazels. Of course. Gerard was my restrainer. The burning tears finally fell, staining my cheeks.
"Frankie, what is wrong?"
He released my wrists and slid off of my chest. I threw myself into his arms and sobbed into his chest. He only held me tight and rubbed my back as I let all of my pain out. Once I had finally calmed down Gerard pulled back and made me look up at him.
"Frankie, what happened?"
"I-I-I....s-she's p-pregnant!"
He sighed. "I thought we already discussed this."
"N-Not S-Secret. Th-The.....th-the s-stripper!" I wailed. My chest felt like it would cave in on me at any moment.
"Oh Frankie, no." He gasped. I nodded shakily in response.
"Are you sure?"
"Z-Zacky c-called."
"And she thinks it's yours?"
"W-We don't k-know if it's m-mine or Z-Zacky's."
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Frankie."
"It's all m-my f-fault."
"I can't argue with you there but I promise we'll figure this out."
"O-Okay." I sniffled.
"Secret is going to be crushed."
"H-How am I s-suppose to tell her, G-Gee?"
"I don't know but you have to tell her. She told you the truth so you have to do the same for her."
"I-I k-know."
We stayed silent for a few minutes while my sobs began to die out until they eventually became nothing more than sniffles and hiccups.
"G-Gee?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry about your room."
He sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his hair and surveyed the damage I had caused.
"It's okay. It can be either fixed or replaced. Let's just get you cleaned up."
"Okay."
Gerard pulled me to my feet and led me to the bathroom where he made me sit on the toilet while he doctored my hand.
"This is going to sting." He warned before he poured some alcohol on my hand. I hissed in pain.
"Fuck!"
"I know, I know. Just sit still."
I did as I was told while he applied some antiseptic cream and then bandaged my hand.
"All done."
"Thanks Gee."
"Yeah, Yeah. What kind of friend would I be if I let you bleed to death?"
I chuckled at him. "I highly doubt I would have bled to death but thank you."
"So, when are you going to tell Seek?"
I sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'll call her now and get it over with."
"Okay. I'm here if you need me."
"Thanks Gee." I started to walk away when I remembered the condition my cell was in.
"Uh Gee, can I borrow your cell? Mine is a little, uh.....out of it."
"Yep." He handed his phone over.
I scrolled through the contact list as I made my way out into the backyard. I found Secret's number and hit send. It rung twice before she answered.
"Gerard?! Is Frank with you?!"
"It's me."
"Frankie? Are you okay? I am so sorry, baby. P-Please come home."
"Secret, we need to talk. Meet me at the park in twenty minutes."
"O-Okay. I love-" She started but I hung up.
She wouldn't be saying that once she heard what I had to say. I went back inside and slipped some clothes and shoes on then climbed into my car and drove to the park. Secret had not arrived yet so I took a seat on the swing set and waited.
Secret's POV
It hurt that Frank had hung up on me but I guess I could understand considering the pain I was putting him through. I immediately grabbed my things and told Pete where I was going before climbing into my car and speeding off toward the park. When I arrived I noticed Frank was already here. He was seated on one of the swings. I slowly walked toward him and sat on the other swing. He looked up at me with sad eyes and I nearly burst into tears as one single tear rolled down his cheek.
"Fr-Frankie, please don't cry."
He sniffled. "Secret, I love you with all of my heart. Do you know that?"
"Y-Yes. I love you so fucking much, Frankie."
"I have to tell you something and it's going to hurt but just know that no matter what happens I love you and I always will."
My stomach dropped. It was evident from the look on his face and the tone of his voice that this was bad. The only thing I could think of is that he was going to tell me it was over and that he didn't want me anymore.
"O-Okay."
"I fucked up so bad, baby. I'll understand if you hate me after this."
"Frankie, I could never hate you. Never.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"The g-girl I ch-cheated with is p-pregnant."
I felt as if he had punched me in the stomach. Like he had stabbed me straight through the heart. I couldn't breathe. My chest felt as if it was caving in on itself.
"I-It's y-yours?"
"I don't know yet."
"Oh g-god n-no!"
I fell to my knees and did the only thing I could. I cried. I cried my heart out. My world was shattering around me and there was nothing I could do. This was obviously karma coming back to bite me in the ass.
xo britt
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