The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Eighteen: If You Stay Right Here

suPERNATURAL IM GOING TO KILL YOU

I really wanna see the new Poltergeist movie, anyone else?

Seriously though, supernatural, fuck you.

I'll just write now, sorry.

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*smut warning*

Chapter Eighteen

Victor gave my mother a planned out diet for me, and two small bottles of pills that I was I take two of each day. When he handed her the menacing orange bottles, I was struggling to hold back tears. This was going to be the end of me, I knew it.

Frank had gone home after the horrendous encounter with my mother.

On the subject of my mother, she was treating me as if I were a sick dog. She was giving me what I needed, but she wouldn't touch me, and the look of me repulsed her.

After receiving the things I was prescribed, we started off for home, with Mikey, my mother, and myself sitting in an awkward silence in the car. No effort was made to break this silence, and all three of us were forced to suffer silently, waiting in agony for either someone to say something, or for us to arrive at the house.

When the latter finally happened, we all piled out, I moving faster than the others. I rushed through the door and down the hall, all the way to my basement. Once I'd descended the steps, I collapsed on my bed.

"I wish Frank was here," I mused aloud to myself. How pathetic was that? It had only been a few hours, and I already wanted him to come over. Either I was way too dependent, or I really wanted a distraction. I thought about maybe taking some pills, but I'd had enough medication for one day.

I opened Frank's tab on my phone and typed out a message, asking him if it was possible for him to come over. It then crossed my mind that that could have sounded slightly flirtatious, seeing as I had just seen him. I blushed at the thought, my stomach turning want and fuzzy in the most cheesy way imaginable.

Frank texted back, and his response confirmed my suspicions that yes, that could've been taken sexually.

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From: Frank

I'll be over in a minute ;)

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I was slightly taken aback by the forwardness of his response after today's events. Either he was doing this for me, didn't care, or was drunk off his ass.

When he arrived, it was automatically proven to be the third option. As he entered the room, what seemed like a cloud of alcohol followed him. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, relishing in the familiar, bitter scent. I then realized what was going on.

"Frank, are you drunk?"

He looked at me from beside my bed, his face flushed with a huge grin placed in the centre.

"I didn't even have that much, trust me Gee." He began rambling, his words slurred and mixed. I flinched with every sentence, not used to seeing him like this. Usually I was the one who wanted to drink. Had my problems once again caused hardship for the ones I loved?

My stomach twisted when I realized that this was all my fault. Frank doing Heroin, drinking, crying, blaming himself...it was all my fault. All of his problems could be traced back to me.

I was about to try to discuss this with him, try to get him stop doing these things, but was interrupted by his lips connecting with mine.

His mouth was soaked in the scent of alcohol, and although I was upset, and I hated that he was doing these things to himself, I kissed back hungrily. After the past few days, I needed something to distract me, and Frank was the perfect man for the job.

His hands pushed me back harshly on to my bed, our lips being momentarily disconnected, but reconnected when he jumped on the bed himself and straddled my waist.

My hands twisted in his hair as his mouth moved down my neck. I sighed in a pleasured and relieved way when his mouth found my sweet spot and bit it softly. I tugged on his hair and let out an exasperated groan when he rolled his hips against mine.

I moved up to him, craving the friction that I was currently lacking. His hands fumbled with my zipper, his shaking hands struggling to unzip it. He eventually managed it, despite his drunken state, and pulled my pants down harshly.

He hooked a finger in my boxers. I suddenly realized that this was not a good idea. I should've stopped it before it happened. I should've tried to reason with Frank instead of letting him do this. Unfortunately, stopping now would be cruel to him, no matter how much I knew it was wrong.

His hand moved under the fabric of my boxers alarmingly fast, causing shivers to invade my body and a sigh to escape my lips. His hand hesitated, still shaking, but eventually moved around me.

"Fuck," I groaned quietly at the contact, and Frank chuckled and nipped at my neck. I grasped the sheets and bit my lip as his hand began to move, though rather slowly. "Fucking hell, Frank."

He sensed my needy manor and slowed down, teasing me despite being heavily intoxicated.

"Stop it," I growled, trying to sound intimidating, though I was pretty much lying helpless under him. He smashed his lips against mine once more whilst (finally) speeding up. I moaned into his mouth as his hand continue to move, my complicated and unnerving thoughts from before completely clouded over with pleasure. I was right about him being a good distraction, but it was so much more than that I came to realize.

I arched my back and moaned as loud as possible, silently hoping my mother an Mikey couldn't hear it. After I came into Frank's hand, he relaxed and fell against me. I continued to run my fingers through his soft, black hair as I struggled to gain control over my breathing. I wondered if he would want me to return the favour. I opened my mouth, about to ask him this, but was silenced.

"Don't," Frank said simply. His voice was much calmer now, as if our random sexual meet-up had some good for both of us. It seemed as if the alcohol had worn off, which I was grateful for. "I just want to stay here."

"Well," I said. "I'll stay right here."

I wrapped my arms around Frank's small, yet muscular, body. He held me close, our legs intertwined and our arms wrapped around each other.

"What do you know?" I thought. "Someone out there loves you after all."

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Kind of a short chapter, but oh well. I posted the first chapter of my new teacherxstudent, so you should totally check it out ;)

Thanks for reading my pointless word porn that will get me no where in life except more years of therapy.

Have fun, I guess. I'll try not to drown.

You know.

Because we're getting so much rain.

Here in Texas.

Yeah.

Anyways, bye.

xomikes