Desolation Row (Frerard)

Part 1

AN: This is all in Frank's POV

"Frank get down here! You're going to be late to school!" My mom yelled up the stairs. I winced in pain from my hangover. I had drank 10 beers last night to try and forget the pain, but it never worked. I threw on a misfits shirt and black skinny jeans. I tried to cover up the cuts and bruises the best I could. One was still noticeable, so I threw on a black jacket before slipping into my shoes. Jake had put the bruises there. We had been dating for 2 years, but for the past couple of months he has been an abusive asshole. During lunch he would drag me to the bathroom or the back of the school where there was no cameras and force me to have sex with him. He normally beat me up too and I would sometimes have to go home.

"You have to stop sleeping late." She said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. She smelt like cigarettes and liquor with 10 layers of perfume to try and cover up the scent. I tried to stay away from her, the stench burning my nostrils.

"Someday I will." I said grabbing a half a bagel and an orange juice. "But that day is not today." I slung my backpack over my shoulder and made my way for the door.

"Try and come home right after school!" My mom yelled as I left the house.

It wouldn't matter anyway, you would be drunk by then. I thought as I started to walk to school.

^^Time lapse^^

It was already lunch, the period I dreaded and loved the most. I did not even pay attention in any of my classes. They could all fall of a cliff if I cared. School was the most shit filled place I have ever been to.

I got to the cafeteria and sat at my table with Ray and Bob. Ray had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Bob on the other hand, just moved this year. Ray had asked him to sit with us; He was another outcast like we were and didn't want him to eat in the bathroom like we had to.

"You didn't come into 1st period, where were you?" Ray asked while picking up his sandwich.

"I slept late. Nothing unusual." I looked around to see if I could find Jake anywhere. When I could not find him anywhere, I finally could relax.

I gave Bob $20 to go and buy me my lunch. I hated going up to face the lunch ladies, they always gave me the burnt crap at the bottom of the tray. For some reason, they adored Bob and gave him the best lunch. Ray always brought lunch to school. He always had a conspiracy that the lunch ladies were going to poison his food.

"How is your mom?" Ray asked after Bob left the table. Ray was the only one that knows about my mom's excessive drinking, not even Jake. He would not have known if we hadn't come home to my mom stone cold on the couch with 5 bottles of liquor on the floor.

"She is.....good...I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at Ray to see if he believed me. I lied to him everyday saying that she was improving, but really she was only getting worse. Ever since my dad had left, she has been an extreme alcoholic. Thankfully, he believed me.

Bob came back and sat my tray on the table. "Your welcome by the way." He said sitting himself back into the seat.

"Thanks." I said while picking at my salad. As I was moving the plastic spikes through the green leaves, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Shit. It was going to be that kind of day. I turned around and saw Jake's face. He wore a sinister grin, reeking of alcohol.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked, and obvious bulge growing in his pants.

"Umm, I just got my lunch though. Can it wait?" My voice and body was shaking with fear. I felt his grip tighten on my shoulder, as his face turned serious.