𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
HIGHEST RANK: #1 in karen page
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:･ | YELLOW | :･ ･ﾟ ♡︎ — act ii. man of many names
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CHAPTER SIX — oh my valentina (frank's version)
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FRANK'S POV
Karen's blonde hair sat loosely along her small shoulders as she leaned frustratedly against the counter with the bridge of her nose pinched between her thumb and forefinger. "All I'm saying is it's not that big of a deal." She lets her hand drop to side before making eye contact.
"To you it isn't."
"Yeah because I'm not uptight and paranoid all the time." The blonde hissed.
After an entire thirty damn minutes on the phone, trying to get Karen to give up her act in attempt to protect the two panicked teens I left my makeshift meeting with Curt, my steps fast and wide as I rushed home hoping to catch that little shit before he could manage to run next door to his aunt.
Lucky for him I wasn't fast enough. "I'm not uptight."
She releases a breathy laugh, her head snapping over her shoulder toward Valentina who sat quietly on the couch with her hands curled up on her lap before refocusing her eyes onto the me with a sincere look. "Look Frank all I'm saying is..." Karen began as she paced toward me, arms folding over her chest with a begging expression. "Go easy on her, please. I understand where you're coming from but it's not like she invited him over. He wanted to apologize, if anything you should blame me for it."
"She let him into her room." I start but she's far too quick to defend the kid. Something that she's become very good at since we've been living together. "No I let him. I let him the minute I decided to allow her leave my sight. Just..." She shook her head letting in fall before picking it back up again. "Frank she's a teenager. This? Boys? It's normal. Try not to be so crazy about it alright?" The defeated sigh I let out is slow and pitiful as I screw my eyes shut, taking a moment to think about it before nodding my head in agreement. I didn't entirely mean it, but I didn't want to say no to her either. Not if it made her smile the way she did when she continued to place an encouraging hand on my shoulder.
"Talk to her." She whispers, and I only placed my much larger hand over hers, her softer pale skin contrasting my own rough calloused palm as she slipped it from the sandwiched space between it and my shoulder to retrieve her black trench coat of f of our kitchen island leaving me standing in the middle of my kitchen eyes flickering between the floor and the shadowy hall that led to the staircase before I finally began to follow behind her. Walking her toward the door with stiff shoulders and a clenched jaw as she quietly saw herself out.
