Demolition lovers...

Catholic Romance

I slowly opened the door when I was sure that every student had left.
I looked around the empty corridor and ran, I skipped my detention and ran.
Frank was walking out of the classroom with his guitar and stopped me.
"You okay?" He asked me.
I slowly shook my head and shivered.
He raised his hand to my cheek but I quickly flinched and my sweaty, black fringe fell over my face, covering my scar and runny eyeliner.
I backed away, still shaking while hugging my arms.
He observed my uniform and covered his mouth.
I quickly ran while he stared blankly at the floor, covering his mouth in a state of shock.
I ran into the same teacher and fell back onto the floor.
He yanked me off the floor and I cowered as he touched my cheek, he suddenly yanked my face towards him and whispered in my ear.
"You'll keep quiet if you know what's good for you boy" he smirked at me and moved his hand to the back of my hair. His face was in close range to mine until he smiled again and slammed my head back into the wall.
All of this happening right behind Frank's back was more than scary.

I held my head and groaned loudly as he let go of me.
Hearing him walk away was slightly relieving.
I leaned against the brick wall and slid down, crying and shaking.

Frank ran over to me and sat beside me.
"What did he do to you?" He questioned.
I cried and kneeled in front of him.
He slowly lifted my shirt and gasped in horror.
"He did that to you? For what?!" He angrily exclaimed.
I looked down and wiped my nose.
"Profanity is a sin" I replied.
I felt Frank's skeleton gloves wrap around my waist and he kissed my back.
"I have just the thing" he smiled.
I tucked my fringe behind my ear and turned to him.
He gasped again and traced the mark across my face, I whimpered at his touch.
I looked at him again, my eyes leaking with black eyeliner.
He covered his mouth once more, this time his green eyes were watering.
He placed his soft fingers on my chin and slowly turned my head, getting sadder with the more of a view he got.
He hugged me tightly and caressed my hair.
I felt safe with him and I cried into his shoulder.
"Come with me" he said in a sweet tone.
I let him help me up and took his hand as he raced past the empty classrooms and rushed us downstairs, he threw open a large door behind the stairs to reveal a garden. It looked magical.

There were rose bushes and willow trees, plus an amazing cherry tree with a silver bench under it, there was also a sparkling pond with lively frogs and insects.
The sky was blue and the sun shone through the clouds to that specific cherry tree with a heavenly glow.
All of the flowers were colourful apart from one bush of black roses with a black bucket of paint next to it.
I smiled at Frank.
"You seemed like the type to like black roses, I spent pretty much all morning painting that rose bush black for you" he giggled.
I looked around in amazement.
There were even fruit trees and shrubs.
Like a raspberry bush and a blackberry bush, apple trees, plum trees, strawberry bushes, even grape vines.
Frank picked a huge juicy plum off a tree near the door and requested I take a bite.
I took the hugest bite I could and Frank laughed as I puckered up from the sour juices of the fruit.
He bit the same plum, on the other side, his bite was far more careful and delicate than mine.
He threw the plum on the ground and took me over to the pond.
"I named pretty much all of these guys" he told me, pointing to the frogs.
I giggled and asked for the name of a bright green frog with yellow and orange tips.
"His name is Freddy" Frank informed me.
I gasped loudly at a red frog with black spots.
Frank laughed.
"Hey you found my favourite one, his name is Frankie Jr" he smiled.
I stared at the frog and smiled brightly at Frank.
"He's awesome!" I exclaimed. Truthfully I was a little frightened by the fact that Frank had that much time on his hands, that he could name and take care of a pond full of frogs...
Frank smiled sweetly and got up, holding my hand.

"So, do you have a room mate?" I curiously asked.
Frank's face dropped and he sighed.
"Uh, had a room mate, yeah..." He replied sadly.
I looked down.
"What happened to him?" I had to ask.
"He jumped off the roof" Frank coldly replied.
I gasped in shock.
"Really?" Was all I could manage.
Frank smirked at me.
"No, I'm just fucking with you, I hated the guy, he moved to California" he truthfully answered. I nodded and we walked past the bench under the cherry tree.
"And anyway, they moved me to a room where I'm alone, they don't want me to be a danger to all of the pure boys... Uhh, they meaning-" he looked up at me expecting my answer.
"Meaning the fathers... And the priest?" I asked him.
He quickly changed the subject.