FRANK POV
"Place is nice, Frank. Nice view of the bridge too." I hear my baby sis say to me as she places my bag down on the wooden dresser. We had just gotten to the rehab facility in Brooklyn and the staff had shown me my room, and around the whole facility which was the nicest place and room I've stayed besides Julius' apartment. This cost a pretty penny I could tell, for they served hot meals three times a day, any snacks you wanted, it had a sunroof and pool.
But, I didn't want this. Not from Warbucks and I knew this came with a heavy, heavy price I'd need to pay as well as my baby sis who was damn taken by this jackass. I could see it in the way she looked at him, how she held his damm hand and giggled and smiled at him. I knew the two had gotten closer while I was in the hospital and I knew he was screwing her every chance he could. It made me nausous, and made me want to snatch her and get her the hell away from him. The both of us away from him as far as we could go. Because this wasn't him, I knew it was all an act down to every detail.
He had acted kind, like he cared the entire morning and it was making me sicker and sicker to the point I almost bailed and ran like Tess more then one time. But I knew I couldn't do that because he'd kill my sister and me.
"Isn't it nice, Frank? I mean you got your own fucking room and everything." Stef breaks me out of my nervous thoughts as I smile at her rather forcefully.
"Yeah, real nice, baby sis." I say as she opens the curtains a bit letting the sunshine in as I carefully take a seat on the bed still feeling rather in pain as she takes a seat beside me. Since she had arrived in New York a few weeks ago life just seemed to get every crazier. I knew it wasn't her fault, I'd never blame her I just continued to blame myself for this. For all of it.
"I got our apartment big bro. I mean your Warbucks did. It's in Greenwich Village and really fucking nice. Quiet, I think ya'll like it, Frank." She says as let out a soft sigh feeling my head bang and hurt like crazy. "Honey?"
"Yeah, I heard you. Um that's, that's great. Glad he did that for you," I say as I run my hands up and down my thighs. I feel like I'll be sick any moment because I never dreamed he'd be this good at hooking my baby sis. Ever. I never even dreamed he'd meet her, and this was getting to be too much for me to handle. All I wanted was a hit and bad, and I am beginning to feel stuck in this facility knowing that I can't go anywhere for at least thirty days.
"Look everything is gonna be alright. You gotta fucking promise to stay clean and off that shit, big brother. I don't wanna lose you." Stef breaks me out my thoughts again as I feel her squeezing my hand.
"I will. Just please be careful, baby sis. Please. I...I hate leaving you like this. You...you don't know the city and stuff," I say feeling my eyes swell but I can't cry. I need to hold it together as she looks at me concerned and I see Warbucks walk in as my body instantly tightens. He smiles that stupid smile and walks over to us grabbing my sister's hand and rubbing it. It takes everything in me not to knock him the fuck out even if that was what had landed me in this position begin with...trying to square up to him when I was no match for his strength and cruelty and I most likely never would be either.
"Papers are all signed and everything. You're good to go, Frank. Nice facility here." Warbucks directs at me as he winks and I nod.
"Yea, thanks I um, appreciate it. I really do."
"And no need to worry about your sister. She's in good hands and has a good head on her shoulders. We got all the stuff out of your apartment and into the new one. Fully furnished. Least I could do, Frank." He says as my sister gets up and places her hand inside of his and smiles widely at him.
"Yup and I'm gonna get a job Frank." Stef says as I swallow hard looking at her once again.
"I got her all lined up for photo-shoots, Frank. Your sister will be a real model. I'm telling you." He smiles as I see him place his arm around Stef's waist and pull her closer to him as she beams.
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Streetlife
FanfictionThis story takes place in the early 1980's during the time when crime, drugs, corruption, pimps, prostitution, and the Aids virus plagued the streets of New York City and 42nd street. This gritty novel tells the lives of friends, and rivals who str...