Recovering Love

Part 11

I was in shock
"Frankie I could've never imagined you saying this, I'd love to be your girlfriend"
He hugged me once again but this time I felt butterflies in my stomach because I never thought someone like Frankie would ask me to be their girlfriend. I'm just very blessed to have him.
"I love you very much don't ever forget that"
"I won't Frankie, thank you for always being here for me"
He walked me home and before he left he gave me a kiss.
I knocked on the door but no one answered. Maybe they went to go get good for dinner. I got the keys they hid under the rug in case of emergencies. I went inside and there was a note left in the table I opened it and it said.
Note: Nayely we won't be home until tomorrow, your grandma got sick so we took her to the hospital. Love you
Hopefully she's fine. I went to my room and decided to go on Instagram. I saw a picture that Frankie posted of me.
@Iamfrankieg: #wcw 💕
I commented
@http.nayely: love you 💓
It wasn't even a minute and I was gaining followers like crazy but then they started commenting and most of them were saying mean things.
@Iamfrankiiegomezz: ew tf, Frankie you can do better.
@Beasterssss: I don't ship 😑
@Iamfrankig: 😔😔😪
I was upset. I then got a call from a private number and I answered.
Me: hello
Private #: hey just wanted to let you know that your dad is dead and the last thing he said was to let you know he wasn't feeling well but yeah.
I didn't know what to say I was speechless.
Me: who are you
It sounded like a lady
Private #: I can't tell you right now. Well now you know bye
I started to cry I regretted everything I told him and I wished I would've gotten a "I love you" from him at least once. Who's going to dance with me at my quince? Who's going to walk me down the aisle? No matter how bad of a father he was I never wished for his death.
I hate myself so damn much, I'm such a loser at everything. My dad probably died because of everything I told him. He probably didn't want to live anymore like I don't right now.
When is everything going to end when will I be happy again.
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me.
I received a phone call from Frankie.