Demolition lovers...

A visit from father

(AN: literally smut and not the good kind. This is terrible, this is me staying up at 3am writing horrible things that I should really stay away from but screw it, I'm taking a huge risk here, writing this messed up chapter and I really hope it does not personally effect someone. I am so sorry for the things you will read in this chapter.... ummmm please don't sue me... message me if you are offended or otherwise or just if you need to talk to someone. I'm scared of what I wrote don't worry. oh god the cringe is real.... I mean the stuff before the smut's kinda... nice
TRIGGER WARNING; rape, abuse and other stuff)

I hadn't talked to frank for a whole day out of fear I would ruin our relationship... not that I hadn't already done that.

I saw Frank many times that day but he simply refused to acknowledge me apart from my detention with the science teacher.
She left the room to get some paper work and I was alone.
I was distracted by a butterfly outside until Frank so kindly diverted my attention to instead staring at his middle finger raised against the glass window.

One minute I was staring at something I consider to be beautiful and peaceful and the next moment there was a loud bang, making me jump and I turned to see my boyfriend quite literally saying fuck you with one specific finger.

Yeah. Fuck me alright.

I stared at my desk and back at Frank, now raising both middle fingers against the glass.

I sucked in my lips and took a deep breath.
I slowly slid my chair out and walked over to the door.

Frank quickly took his fingers off the glass, and glared at me.
I tilted my head and mouthed
"Please forgive me" with a sad expression.

Frank smiled but just as I thought maybe he got over it he mouthed 'fuck you' back.

"Please Frankie! I wasn't thinking!" I yelled out.

I put my hand on the glass and begged him with my eyes. He simply stared at my hand and spat on his side of the glass.
I shot back a look that called out his immaturity and walked over to the white board.

I picked up a thick, black whiteboard marker and drew an extremely big heart shape.

I looked back at Frank to see him leaning on the glass, trying to see what I was doing. When he caught sight of me watching him he acted disinterested and backed away from the door slightly. Of course when I turned around he leant against the door again.

I started writing in huge bold letters "I'm sorry baby".

I got on my knees so Frank could see the board and put my head down as if I was praying.

When I looked back up Frank rolled his eyes.

He smirked and shrugged.

I was still kneeling on the ground with the message on the board when I noticed the teacher was going to be back soon.
I quickly stood up and Frank stopped smiling.

He looked off to the side for a moment and then back at me, nodding.

I smiled hopefully watching him as he smiled back.

He got his phone out and texted me.

Frankie:
Desperate much?

I was hurt. Who wouldn't be? But I understood.
I nodded back and texted.

Gerard:
When am I not, it's you I'm begging for not Lyndsey...

Frank:
Well you should think about begging Lyndsey Gerard cause I can't do this anymore.