Life with Franta

chapter 6

*WARNING SOME SEXUAL GRAPHICS TOWARDS THE END SO JUST LETTING YOU KNOW*

"Connor, just please put the knife down." I warned him. I wasn't scared to be honest. Connor would never try and kill me no matter what. Even if he was pissed off he wouldn't try and kill someone.

Connor step forward and held the knife up to my throat. I gulped down hard and I looked straight into his eyes. There was more pain in his eyes than hate. I knew he was only doing this to scare me but why? I'm the one just as hurting as much. I'm the one being blamed for this. And Connor should be used to the hate, I'm not.

"Connor," I whinnied. 

"Shut the fuck up." He spat. 

"Listen to me. Just please put the knife down so we can talk." That only make things worse. Connor pointed the tip of the knife under my chin. I could feel it pressing against my skin but it did not break. I still wasn't scared. 

"Why should I listen to your bullshit you fucking lied to me."

"I didn't lie." I began to get frustrated and I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot. I wasn't scared but I knew if he did not stop I would start to cry.

"Connor, do you really think I would lie to you. Do you think I would marry you and move in with you to only lie to you? I would never. Yes, I''ve lied to you but about stupid little things that make no sense. You can't believe everything everyone says especially if you just met them. Calvin may have tried to save your life before but he hurt you, and he hurt me. He got everyone to believe I was a monster. I don't think you realize how bad that makes me feel. To feel like my fiance's fans hate me and everyone else does. Lindsay hates my fucking guts, Ricky barley wanted to talk to me, and I'm pretty sure your mom and dad hate me. It fucking sucks Connor and it may be bad now but it will get only worse if we don't fix it. Calvin was gonna try and tell me why he did it but he couldn't, and I think I know why. I think my father set someone else up. So if you please just put the knife down we can work this out. We can fix this. I promise." I began to tear up. T think that I could possibly lose Connor over this or he could possibly kill me is now worrying me.

I think Connor saw the hurt in my eyes because he took the knife off of my throat and set it down on the kitchen counter. I loosened up an he slapped his hand on his forehead.

"I'm so fucking stupid." he yelled to himself.

"You're not stupid, you just don't think before you speak." I told him. I walked over to Connor who was leaning over the counter covering his face with his hands. I went behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He grabbed onto my hands and squeezed them tightly.

"I promise we'll get through this together babe." I reassured him. I couldn't blame him for the way he acted and to be honest i'd probably act the same way. But the thing about Connor is he thinks to much. He is one of the nicest people ever and he trusts way too many people than he should and he believed someone he shouldn't have. I know deep down he didn't believe Calvin but it was the thought of him being hurt and being reminded of all the things he's gone through all adds up. He was crazy back then and maybe he only loved and trusted me because he wanted someone to love but I know he didn't.

Connor is one of the most genuine loving people and he makes me crazy too. My life would be so different without him. Even though my father is still out to get Connor and I, and it's getting harder an harder to trust people I know we can make it through all this.

"So what are we having for dinner?" he asked sweetly changing the subject. I just decied to let his little meltdown go and try to be happy for once. 

I let go of his waist and walked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. "I don't know. Do you want to make something or want to go out and eat?"