World So Cold

12

A/N anyone remember him?

Ryan

Frank was finally here, he was doing alot better than last time I saw him. But he was still Frank.

"Frank don't scare my boyfriend."

"But he's sooo cute, can I keep him."

"No."

"You're fun, sorry I guess you're stuck with him."

Ricky laughed, Frank liked to joke around.

"So how was rehab?"

"Sucked at first and I went through pretty intense withdrawals. Once I got over that it got better. Some days were rougher than others. I've been clean for two months now. In those two months I realized how shitty being on drugs was. Sure the trip was fun but afterwards and all that comes with it its just not worth it. Plus I have you guys who've stuck with me and put up with my shit."

I noticed Ricky was hanging on to every word he said and nodding along.

"Babe watcha thinking?"

Ricky

Shit, I knew I'd have to talk sooner or later. Maybe now's a good time.

"I've been clean for six months now."

"Congrats dude." Frank gives me a high five. I was to nervous to look at anyone else.

"So what did you do?" I ask.

"Weed, alcohol, occasionally coke, got high off spray paint. Nothing to crazy just very addicting and destructive. Started when i was seventeteen. I got depressed because of my parents, always felt alone which was stupid cause ive got mom dad and ryan (a/n he calls them that to)What about you?"

I take a deep breath, "I started when I was twelve, just weed and alcohol. Later I got into heavier stuff like cocaine, heroin and a bunch of shit I don't care to name. I never had enough to pay the dealer's so I would sleep around in exchange for cash or drugs. My friend tried to help me but like the idiot I am I didn't listen. When I was to old to be in the orphanage I was kicked out on the streets. I tried prostitution for awhile but that didn't work, I also worked at clubs as a dancer which brought in alot of cash. I got myself a tiny hole in the wall and had a bunch left over for a load of drugs. Guys started pulling me off the street when I got off work and raping me so I quit and wandered the streets. That's when I met my ex, Shaun. He was a dealer and offered to let me live with him if I was his slut and helped sell. It was winter so I was desperate and took the offer. He got abusive but I was to scared to leave. One night he cracked a beer bottle over my head and down my back." I'd never told Ryan the scar went that far up. "That night after he passed out I left. I didn't have any drugs on me and realized that they'd fucked me up big time so I didn't try to get anymore. I remember laying in an alley throwing up, and shaking so hard I couldn't sit up. I thought my head would crack and my eyes and ears would bleed. I don't even know how long I was there. When I was able to walk I wandered around trying to get food or money for a phone call or bus ticket. Long story short I wandered around everywhere. Somehow I guess I ended up in Scranton. By then it was almost winter and I was freezing at night. I'm surprised I didn't freeze completely. None of the shops were open late to warm up in except when I found Ryan's place. He was really nice and brought me coffee. I came back the next day and he kept bringing me more. We started talking and I came every morning and stayed all day, he would bring me fun books to read. Shaun came in one night and beat the shit out of me outside. When I work up I was in Ryan's bed. Now I'm here." I look up from my curtain of hair expecting looks of disgust only to see the opposite.

Ryan had tears in his eyes and pulled me close to his chest. His parents and Frank joined in.

"We're here for you, we love you."

That's when I started to cry. The warmth of these wonderful loving people were unthawing me. Mentally and physically, since being in the cold so long I never seemed to be able to warm up unless I was cuddling with Ryan and a bunch of pillows.

"I love you guys to."