Bittersweet

Your misery and hate will kill us all

"Can... Can I use your shower, Frank?", I asked a few seconds after I catched my breath.
Frank was still laying next to me, staring at the ceiling
"Sure. Whatever", he murmured and put one arm over his face to cover his eyes.

"thanks", I whispered, feeling like I was interrupting some weird 'after sex' ritual when Frank only gestured to a white door on the wall facing the bed.

I got up and grabbed my jeans and boxers on the floor and as I pushed down the handle I heard Frank shift slightly on the bed

"Oh and Gerard", he said making me turn around again, "If you take longer than 15 minutes I'm personally going to drag you out, got that?"

I sucked in a breath, knowing what Frank was talking about

*12 years ago*

Tears were running down my face as Frank pounded into me, making obscene noises before his whole body went limb and he rolled off of me again

I came a while ago, not daring to say a word as I waited for Frank to finally finish so I could go.

"You're a good fuck, Way", he breathed as he crashed down on the mattress next to me, "At least you're good for something"

I turned my head away, keeping my mouth shut
I didn't want Frank to see how much he really hurt me.

"Put on some clothes. I don't want to have to see you like this"
If I could, I would have laughed now. A few seconds ago he was fucking me, telling me how much he liked my ass, my thighs, my lips and now all of a sudden...

I sighed. There was no use in trying to understand Frank Iero so I just got up and did what he told me to do.

"F-Frank?", I whispered and jumped as his head snapped up to look at me
He lifted one eyebrow, waiting for me to say something

"C-Could I m-maybe use your s-s-shower?", I stuttered looking at the ground and regretted asking in the first place.

"Y-You c-c-can", Frank mocked imitating my stutter but I didn't care about it.
Instead I just opened the door to Franks bedroom and stepped out into the hallway

Frank parents were at work so I didn't have to be careful about not letting anybody see me as I sneaked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I slid off the clothes I had literally just put on and stepped into the shower

I turned on the water and gasped when the cold drops his my sweaty skin but I soon got used to it.
It didn't take long for the water to get warm anyways.

Now that I was standing under the shower, the water hitting the bathroom tiles and making a loud noise I allowed myself to let go.

The first sob escaped my lips and soon I sunk down to my knees, face in my hands and couldn't stop myself from crying anymore. I took a sponge that was hanging on a hook next to the showerhead and began to rub it against my skin. I felt so dirty. So used.
No matter how hard I scratched over my skin I still felt the dirt. This fucking sponge was totally useless.