FicWad

the typical white hallway at the hospital was shining and lighting up the darkness of the area. it was four thirteen in the morning. i was sitting on a bench that sat up against the wall. frankie was by my side, snoring, his head on my lap. he had drooled all over my pant leg. i smiled thinking about this, even if it was kind of foul.
"miss... lincht?"
the voice startled me, making me jump. a male doctor stood over me holding a clipboard. frankie groaned and slightly moved, but i pushed his head back in place, and he stopped moving.
"yes?", i replied in a whisper while caressing frankie's ear.
"you are related to taryn?"
"no... i mean, practically, yeah. she was my best friend"
"i'm sorry", he started to say, "but she has passed"
i nodded, staring at that shining floor.
"we have ran some tests, and apparently she was drugged. her death was caused by an incision to the abdomen. part of her stomach was... cut off, in some sort of amature surgery."
my heart twisted and crushed itself in pain, losing oxygen by the instant.
"we are going to take her body to the morgue tomorrow, a lot more inspecting needs to be done, as well as a full autopsy."
he looked away.
i ran my hand across my forehead. my voice was choked and soft.
"um, this is a bit much for me to take right now. i've talked to her mother, she's on her way from home, and i'm sure you guys have talked to her as well. i'm gonna go now, but i'll be at the morgue this afternoon, to help with whatever her mother needs from me. this whole night has left me... speechless, for lack of a worse word". i was trying so hard not to cry, but i couldn't hold it in. the profuse tears ran down my face.
the doctor nodded in understanding.
"i know this is hard, and i'm sorry that you didn't find the body in time"
i looked up.
"huh?"
"taryn had died only minutes before your call was registered, which is unfortunate..."
"is this some sort of joke?", i whispered to my self, rubbing my face and disregarding anything that was said from that point on. i blanked out, overwhelmed by all my thoughts. was this happening for a reason? the guilt i felt for not getting out of the car on time, beating the shit out of the person carrying her... it felt like what i had experienced only a day ago: lourdes. i felt sick.
"...so we'll see you tomorrow. good night miss lincht"
i registered back into reality, everything else sucking into the back of my mind.
he was walking away now, clipboard hanging at his side.

"frankie", i said, rubbing his cheek.
"hmmmm...", he muttered.
"c'mon baby. time to go". i lifted him up by the shoulders as he opened his eyes.
he slowly stood, took my hands and helped me up. he looked away from me for sometime, thoughtfully looking into space. then he turned back to face me.
"i can't say anything to make you feel better... all i can say is that if you need me for anything, i'll be here, there, wherever".
he was genuine, and by just saying that had made me feel a million times better.
i smiled at him and pulled him towards me.

the car was heated, comforting. we drove through a highway as the sun came up in the far, far distance. i looked at my self on the overhead mirror. my eyes were red, my hair was a wavy mess. i slammed it closed.
frankie looked my way as he drove.
"what do you want to do?", he asked.
"sleep", i said.
he laughed.
"let's go to sleep then"
frankie took an exit and pulled into the nearest hotel. we got another room. it felt like deja-vu, doing this all over again. i took a shower again, he took a bath again. it was a routine.
i put on my underwear and a tee shirt on. i closed the blinds and the curtains that revealed the window to los angeles. darkness suffocated the room. i turned off all the lights and jumped in the bed. frankie walked out of the bathroom, holding a towel at his waist. he looked around for a few moments, but he was really close to me, and i needed a laugh. i pulled his towel off, revealing his manhood. he quickly took it into his palms and blushed. i laughed hysterically.
he tried to take the towel from me, but i threw it back into the bathroom. my laughter dimmed down. i looked at him, and he locked his eyes on mine.
"can you show me?", i said.
"show you what?"
i stared at him. he let go.
i grabbed his forearm.
"come here", i said.
he obliged. i pulled him on top of my legs and covered him with the blanket. he kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me.
"can you show me?", i repeated.
"show you what?", he asked.
"show me what you did the first time you met me"
he smiled. i nodded.
still sitting on top of me, he grabbed himself and instantly closed his eyes. he moved softly and gently, with a peaceful expression. his features illuminated in the dark. he was beautiful, perfect. his hand groped at a steady rhythm, and he groaned quietly. i kept my eyes on his face. he had never looked so amazing. he then leaned in close to me and kissed my neck; his hot breath hitting my cold skin created a reaction. he moved down and kissed me right above the bellybutton, sending a tickle through my abdomen. i grabbed the hand he was using to grab him self, which was still at play, and pulled it away. i lanced my arms through his waist and felt up his lower back with my fingertips. he fell on me, and i let him stay. i kept on fiddling around his backside as my eyes drifted to the back of my head; i could hear his breath becoming deeper. my thoughts finally cleared from my head and i entered dream land.