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Frank's POV
This was it. I was going to go into my house, and find out whether the woman i love had tried to send my away into the looney bin. I slowly unlocked the door and stepped inside. Jamia was sitting on the sofa, crying. She looked up at me with shock.
"Wha-what are you doing here, frank?" She sniffled.
"This is my home, isn't it?" I almost smiled, sitting down next to her.
"Frank, you have to get back to hospital" She said, suddenly sitting up straight.
"They were going to send me to an institution. I'm not going" I stated, trying not to be too harsh.
"You're sick, hun" She put a hand on my leg. "It's the best thing for you now"
"I'm not going." I frowned.
"That's not your choice.."
"Yeah? How can you physically stop me?" I started to raise my voice.
I didn't mean to, i knew she was just doing what she thought was right, but this was my life. My body. I was an adult, if i wanted to live freely i should be abled to live freely. Her face stiffened. She was slightly taller than me, but she couldn't physically stop me from leaving, could she?
"I'm getting my stuff" I said, getting up.
"No, frank." She stood up and pushed me back down onto the sofa. "You're not"
"You can't do this" I felt tears in my eyes.
"Yes, frank, i can" She took her phone out. I knew she was going to call the hospital.
I quickly snatched her phone and darted off the sofa and up the stairs.
"FRANK!" She cried.
I locked myself in a nearby bathroom, and i leaned against a wall, sliding down onto the floor.
I started crying, sobbing. She couldn't cope with me anymore.
"Frank, let me in" I knew she had been crying, it was the tone of her voice. "Please, frank" She cried.
I didn't answer, i just kept on crying. We didn't have home phones, we couldn't afford them. Mobiles were all we had, and she didn't have one and i had two. I had a half-plan. If i escaped, i could travel to canada. I could meet Ray at the border. He could hide me away for a while. Maybe. If he would let me. But i wasn't there, i was trapped in my own house.
"Frank, please, you need help. The frank i know wouldn't do this" She said.
I started crying harder, curling up in a ball.
*
Mikey's POV
Today was the day i was leaving rehab. It was night time, and i knew exactly what i was going to do. I was going to get frank, and we would travel up to ray, and start help looking for gerard.
I walked passed all the staff in the hall, my bag on my shoulder. My head was held up high. I hated them all, so i made it seem like i thought i was better than them. A lot of them snarled at me, but i just smirked. I was finally out.
I left the hospital and got in my car for the first time in what felt like years. I started the car, leaving rehab. I was going to drive to frank's house. Hopefully he was there.
This was it. I was going to go into my house, and find out whether the woman i love had tried to send my away into the looney bin. I slowly unlocked the door and stepped inside. Jamia was sitting on the sofa, crying. She looked up at me with shock.
"Wha-what are you doing here, frank?" She sniffled.
"This is my home, isn't it?" I almost smiled, sitting down next to her.
"Frank, you have to get back to hospital" She said, suddenly sitting up straight.
"They were going to send me to an institution. I'm not going" I stated, trying not to be too harsh.
"You're sick, hun" She put a hand on my leg. "It's the best thing for you now"
"I'm not going." I frowned.
"That's not your choice.."
"Yeah? How can you physically stop me?" I started to raise my voice.
I didn't mean to, i knew she was just doing what she thought was right, but this was my life. My body. I was an adult, if i wanted to live freely i should be abled to live freely. Her face stiffened. She was slightly taller than me, but she couldn't physically stop me from leaving, could she?
"I'm getting my stuff" I said, getting up.
"No, frank." She stood up and pushed me back down onto the sofa. "You're not"
"You can't do this" I felt tears in my eyes.
"Yes, frank, i can" She took her phone out. I knew she was going to call the hospital.
I quickly snatched her phone and darted off the sofa and up the stairs.
"FRANK!" She cried.
I locked myself in a nearby bathroom, and i leaned against a wall, sliding down onto the floor.
I started crying, sobbing. She couldn't cope with me anymore.
"Frank, let me in" I knew she had been crying, it was the tone of her voice. "Please, frank" She cried.
I didn't answer, i just kept on crying. We didn't have home phones, we couldn't afford them. Mobiles were all we had, and she didn't have one and i had two. I had a half-plan. If i escaped, i could travel to canada. I could meet Ray at the border. He could hide me away for a while. Maybe. If he would let me. But i wasn't there, i was trapped in my own house.
"Frank, please, you need help. The frank i know wouldn't do this" She said.
I started crying harder, curling up in a ball.
*
Mikey's POV
Today was the day i was leaving rehab. It was night time, and i knew exactly what i was going to do. I was going to get frank, and we would travel up to ray, and start help looking for gerard.
I walked passed all the staff in the hall, my bag on my shoulder. My head was held up high. I hated them all, so i made it seem like i thought i was better than them. A lot of them snarled at me, but i just smirked. I was finally out.
I left the hospital and got in my car for the first time in what felt like years. I started the car, leaving rehab. I was going to drive to frank's house. Hopefully he was there.
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