Poison and Kerosene

Chapter ten

Frank's POV: When I woke up the first thing that I noticed was that it was extremely dark. The second thing I noticed was that it was cramped and stuffy in here. I reached for the handle of the door to find that it was locked, I tried jiggling the handle in hope that it would open and set me free from this humid deathtrap. Of course the door was locked he locked everything I bet, I tried pounding my fist against the wooden door in hopes that someone would hear or that the freak who locked me in here in the first place would get so annoyed that he would let me out himself. 

"QUIT!" I heard his muffled yell through the door. My plan sorta worked because I got him to notice me, but I was still locked in my dark prison. 

I kept pounding on the door regardless of his protest and soon enough I heard the rattling of keys and the next thing I knew I was looking my kidnapper in the face. 

"Happy?" He asked in a sarcastic tone. He looked tired and angry, really angry. 

"Where is Lynz? And why am I in a closet?" I asked feeling slightly annoyed, I was scared of him but I didn't want him to know that. People like him feed of fear. 

"She's sleeping, and you are in a closet because you can't be trusted." He said with a slight smirk on his face. I just nodded my head and averted my eyes away from him. 

"I didn't unlock this closet for you to just stand there and stare Frank." He had his arms folded across his chest and one eyebrow raised waiting for me to respond.

I nodded my head and started to walk out of the closet toward the door of his room until I felt a cold hand wrap around my tattooed wrist.

"Just because I let you out of the closet does not mean that you can leave this room, you broke into my house which means that you can break out of it too." He said with a sigh

I just sighed and sat down on what I am guessing what his bed is. There was 80s band posters covering the walls although I saw a few nirvana posters here and there. At least he had good taste. When he closed the door I patted my jean pocket hoping to feel my phone in there but of course the little thief took it, I sighed in defeat and hung my head. This is what I get for trying to help a friend. 

The smell of food wavered into my room causing my stomach to rumble. I didn't know if he was cooking because he wanted to tease me or if he was hungry, either way I was craving food. He surprised me though when he opened the door and handed me a plate of food. Maybe he does have feeling, but then again probably not.

Authors Note: Thank you so much for 100 reads!!!! You have no idea how happy that made me :) I hope you guys liked this chapter its kinda just a filler chapter, but I have big plans for the next chapter so yea, Anywho please vote and leave me a comment telling me what you think about Frankie in this story! Thank you, <3