Common People (frerard)

Chapter 18

I got out of work and sighed, thankful that my last class of the day was canceled. Usually Frank meets me here after work but he was in an exam that I assumed was going overtime because he was ten minutes late already. I grabbed my bag and decided I was gonna grab some food at the cafeteria. I was heading down a corridor to get to the stairs when someone grabbed the back of my backpack. I was shoved back into the corner and I looked at Brendon and Bob.

"Hey, baby," Bob said.

My eyes watered, my chest felt like it was going to explode.

"It's pretty hard getting you alone nowadays," he said, stepping closer. "We never finished our special night with Andy, maybe Brendon can fill his spot."

I shook my head, my hands starting to shake. Bob grabbed my face in his hands, smirking down at me.

"Let's go back to the house, huh?" Brendon suggested.

"Yeah, I think we should," Bob agreed.

I sobbed as I shook my head while Bob grabbed my wrist, dragging me towards the stairs. I fought back when Brendon pulled out a knife. Cold sweats were shaking through my body as I cried.

"Just come with us, okay?" Brendon asked, pointing the knife to me.

I choked back tears as I nodded. I started towards the stairs when I heard a familiar voice.

"Gee?" Frank called.

He ran over, standing between me and the two men.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I didn't say anything, just cried as I pressed myself back against the wall.

"You guys need to back the fuck off and leave him alone," Frank said.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Brendon asked, spinning his blade.

Frank looked down at the knife and scoffed.

"You think you scare me?" Frank asked. "You don't even know what you're dealing with. Back off."

"We're just buddies," Bob said. "Old friends."

"Don't talk to him," Frank said. "Stay away from him and do not talk to him ever again."

"Or what?" Bob asked. "You're just a kid."

"Leave him alone," Frank warned.

Frank led me down the stairs and out to his car.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded, staring out the window.

"I'm gonna take you home," he said.

It was silent as he drove us and I immediately went to my room where I shut and locked the door.

"Gee?" I heard with a quiet knock.

I hugged Matcha, curling up under the blankets in my bed. I just sobbed into my pillow for hours, wishing I could be anywhere but here. Why couldn't I have just transferred to that school in New York like I was going to? And here I am in a king sized bed from Frank's family in a mansion that I live in rent free. This was Frank's fault for keeping me here. No, it wasn't. It's my fault. All of this is my fault.

Frank never knocked again so I assumed he left. He was probably bored. Or maybe he was just annoyed with me. I could understand why. Because of me he was having to deal with these guys as well. I laid there for a little while before standing up. I opened the bedroom door and found Frank sitting there.

"Gee," Frank said, standing up.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked.

He nodded, walking into my room with me to sit on the couch.