Unlovable (DISCONTINUED TILL FURTHER NOTICE)

Introduction

"He only does it when he's angry... He only does it when he's angry...," Frankie repeatedly whispered as she sat in the desolate bathtub with her knees to her chest, arms wrapped so tightly around them, that she was sure they were creating imprints on her legs. But she didn't care. She needed something to hold. She needed someone to hold her. Because she had done it again...not intentionally. Dear Lord, not intentionally. She was just trying to serve Damian, her boyfriend, his breakfast. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until she tripped...

"WHAT THE FUCK, YOU DUMB KLUTZ!?!" Damian's voice rattled the shattered pieces of broken plate on the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry Damian, I swear it w-"

"What did you just call me?" Damian growled.

Before Frankie could correct herself, Damian's hand was already around her neck, gripping it tightly. But not enough to create handprints, Damian sure as hell did not wanna get locked up...again...he had thrown her against the wall hard enough to where Frankie was sure she had heard a crack of some sort.

"You know what I told you to call me..." Damian growled in Frankie's ear, as she struggled for dear life beneath him...