The Only Hope For Me Is You

Chapter 13

Frannie's POV

Who was she? Well, that's a stupid question, it's obviously Izzy, the girl Erika had mentioned in lunch yesterday. But what was she doing here? She goes to school you idiot. But who the hell does she thinks she is?! You're just jealous you were a replacement for her. Shut up, gollum!

My face had been stone still. Nobody would have been able to guess what has really been going on through my mind from the moment I almost got  hit by a car to the moment that red headed girl touched Gerard....and the others, of course.

What if my negative thoughts are correct and I was just being payed attention to just because Izzy wasn't here? What if she's the empty spot next to Mikey on the bus? What if she's the reason there was only one extra chair in lunchtime? She didn't even notice my presence with the guys by the bike rack. As if I wasn't there. As if I wasn't even there to begin with. Gerard sure made it seem that way. Nope, nothing's changed since you left. Those words kept running through my mind and every fresh memory of it brought a harsh stab to my chest. Was I that small and insignificant? This is just my luck. More proof that I can never have too much of a good thing, something I only know too well.

I ditched the guys right after the "incident" and made up the excuse that I needed to go to the restroom. I just needed some time to think, to register this unexpected turn of events. Would they even care that I left? Without quite realizing it, I headed towards my locker, replaying yesterday's happenings with both a scowl and a smile on my face.

Little did I realize I had an uninvited guest waiting for me to arrive at my destination.

"Well, well, well. What a surprise, Frammie. I didn't know this was your locker." Andy Evans said as he leaned casually on my locker. To make it worse, the blonde hair dye Gerard and I had mixed into shampoo had worked. Why worse you ask? To put it simply, it made him look quite better than he did before. Nothing turns out the way we plan it.

I sighed. I was not in the mood to put up with his...bizarre way of self. "What do you want, Andy?" I didn't even feel the need to correct his faux-pas(Spelling word, YES! Ten points!).

"You and me had a date on Saturday, remember? You're coming to my party."

"What made you think I was going? I'm busy." I rolled my eyes. "Now please, get out of the way."

He leaned in closer, almost towering over me, and laid his hand on my shoulder that for a wild second I thought he'd kiss me. He immediately flipped me over so that I was the one against the locker and he was facing me with both hands against the wall on either side of my face. His voice was slow, hard, and icy.

"Listen you little bitch. I know it was you and that fag Gerard who did what you did to my house and to my hair so don't play stupid. I could call the police on you for breaking in to my house if I wanted to, and trust me, I have enough proof against you. Even if that doesn't break you, I can make sure your new life in Belleville is hell. Fucking hell. Spreading lies isn't that hard, you know. Just do as I say, and you don't get hurt. Simple as one, two, four." I was breathing hard as I stared intensely at his face not daring to break contact. I am not afraid. I will not give him the satisfaction of watching me cower in fear. I shivered to the touch of his hand on my face as he caressed my cheek. To someone not knowing what was really going on, it might've looked romantic.

"See, I think you're fuckin gorgeous and so does everyone else in school. Even that dork, Gerard. Whether you're too dumb to notice is just not my problem. He better not try something on you cause I just might beat the living shit out of him." His incessant flow of cuss words made me sick.

"Don't you hurt him! Don't you dare lay a finger on him!" I said fiercely. He put his hand on my mouth.

"Quiet, little girl. You could give me what I want..." he murmured into my ear. I shuddered.

"You're disgusting." I spat in his face, removing his hands. I regretted it almost immediately because he kissed me in the mouth with brutal force. I tried moving away but he wouldn't let me resist. I fought desperately to keep in my tears.

"I said, you had to do what I told you to do. Next time, I expect something in return." I nodded as if I were in pain, which was how I'd probably end up if I kept defying him. "Good. So Saturday, my house, bring the skankiest outfit you can think of...I'll be waiting." He winked and walked away.

I dropped to to my knees and put my hands on my face. I hate him. I hate him so much. Never had I felt such intense emotion about someone before but never had I met someone so vile and despicable. I thought he was dumb and someone silly enough to ignore. Mikey was right to warn me. He'd told me I should be careful and what do I do? Exactly NOT what he told me to do. This is not over. I am not letting this go, not for a lifetime. I am not afraid of him. I am not afraid. Tears started streaming down my face. I need to get out of here. I stood up, wiped the tears from my face, and started running. Running directionless, but nontheless running. I need wide open space.