I'm So Dirty Babe

Trust Me

He wouldn't stop. I couldn't make out a word he was saying, if he was even saying anything, it sounded more like mumbles and whimpers. He kept glancing at me with this terrified look on his face, like he was waiting for the slice of a knife, the tear of a bullet through his thin shirt and pale white skin, that beautiful pale white skin...

He tried to stand, which startled me, I pulled him down hard and he wailed out in fear again, which sent my hand to his mouth again. He shook his head and I released him,

"Jeez I'm sorry, Frank..I didn't mean too-"

"Didn't mean to what!? Kill all those people!?! You killed people Gerard! And now, you're gunna k-kill me, too. Right?" He yelled, his voice softening at the end so he didn't have to hear himself.

I pulled him close to me, despite his pushing away and kissed his temple.

"I would never hurt you Frankie. That was just, I lost my temper. I feel awful about it, I'm sorry." I said, kissing his face repeatedly, something that usually made him laugh, this time it just made him stop crying.

"Why do you do what you do?" He asked after awhile, we still sat cuddled on the floor above the spot where is punched it, where I'd shaken frank and caused those blue marks spread on his face. I couldn't bring myself to look at them, or my own bruised knuckles, that the wall had caused.

"Only the bad ones, Frank, I swear." I said and he shook his head.

"N-nobody deserves to d-die, Gee." He said timidly like he wasn't sure what id do.

"Frank, listen," I paused and drew a deep breath, "those people, those people are bad okay? Trust me?"

"I trust you.." He said slowly before capturing my lips in his.