Chapter 7

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Frank avoided me for the next couple of days, rumours said that he was calling me a 'faggot' and a 'hopeless case'....

I was barely survivng, i never ate, i would slit my wrists and thighs to take the dark thoughts from my brain to pain, my neck was red with burns, rope burns, failed attempts.

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It was late at night and tomorrow was monday, I heard my mum downstairs with a man. I had heard this man before, my dad was back from rehab.. He cane here first.. the fuck.
Next thing i heard was shouting...
I cant go downstairs but mum sounds hurt..
What can i do..
Silence.
Thud, thud, thud..
He was coming up the stairs, i quickly opened my window and grabbed my leather jacket, scrambling out i slid down the roof and dropped down carefully...

Theres only one place i can go...

I run to Frank's house thats only around a couple of streets and throw a pebble at his bedroom window, he opens it and says

"What do you want?"

"I-its my dad. Look i know i've been a jerk but Frank its hard for me to say but i really like you and i miss you okay?"
I confess to Frank...

"Gee, it was me being a jerk, let me come down,"
Frank climbs out his window and into the tree outside then climbs down.

He hugs me tight ,
My heart feels warm as he hold me..
He then holds my hand as we walk to the park about a street over from Frank.

"My dad was at my house, i heard my mum shouting then just him coming up the stairs so i got out as soon as i could,"
Explaining everything the Frank, he listened intently,

"Look, maybe stay at mine tonight, my parents are in London so they wont be back until after we've gone to school tomorrow,"

"Okay."
I gave him a wide smile as we walked around...

We shared a quick kiss then walked back to his house.

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