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 SEVEN — the b word
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"You know you could've told me..."
Seven hours have passed since Frank had burst into my room with rabid eyes in search for the imperceptible evil that was root of my pain, only to be stunned with the realization that it was no physical being. That it was just me, me and what had happened to us 6 months ago.
He hadn't left my room since then, sat in a dining chair planted next to my bed, armed and watching intently as I slept. The recently shed tears from not that long ago becoming my own personal melatonin as I dozed off.
This wasn't how I planned it.
I didn't want him to find out this way but I guess that's what happens when you try to hide something from the person that knows you best. It's much more depressing.
"Valentina."
"I didn't want to worry you." I excuse, but clearly Frank wasn't having it this time.
"Yeah well it's too late for that isn't it?" He spits, the realization of his aggressiveness starting to fade the moment he recognized it."I'm sorry kid I just—"
"Y'gotta talk to me sometimes." He sighs.
"I know."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because I don't like being alone." He just looked at me.
His expression blank but his brows furrowed, making his feelings of confusion visibly obvious to me as I sighed. He was there for me, he knew that.
What reason did I have to feel alone?
Sometimes I asked myself that same question.
"After Billy happened, we starting y'know moving around." My voice was barely a murmur as my eyes flickered between him and the window behind him. "You never let me do anything. I couldn't go anywhere, I couldn't talk to anyone. I couldn't even step foot outside a single one of our motel rooms because you were scared that something would happen. You didn't trust anyone or anything, including me so...when you finally let go." I huff. "I knew I didn't want to go back to that and, I never said anything. I didn't want us to spend the rest of our lives fearing him because it doesn't help us. It doesn't—"
"I'm not scared of him." He blurts.
"You're right. You're right of course you're not." I agree with the shake of my head. "But you're scared of losing. You're scared of losing to him."
