Demolition lovers...

Frank's journal entries

How long had it been?
Maybe a week had passed. Maybe a month.
I never had any real concept of time at that school or really any education.

I was dragged off to a locked, windowless metal room and it seemed to be the only thing I knew.
I was starting to forget the things I was supposed to be learning.

My reading got bad, my writing got badder... worse.

I couldn't cope with the physical and mental torture I had been recieving just by going to class.
And every other day I'd have another fight with Frank, seemingly over nothing.
He was good to me. He showed me compassion in ways that others would never be able to. He was everything to me and I knew I couldn't hurt him anymore.

Lyndsey came into every conversation, Frank brought her up like some kind of taboo subject.

"I bet I'm still a better kisser though" he'd joke, pulling me into a kiss.
I never really understood his competitive side. He couldn't compare to Lyndsey just as she couldn't compare to him. They were completely different.

One day I was talking to Lyndsey on the phone in my room where I thought I was alone but I found out the hard way that you can't keep anything from Frank. And if he likes you as much as he loves me, he will stalk you till the day you die.
Anyway he was hiding in my room somewhere.

I remember saying something along the lines of...
"Look, don't cry Lynz I just think that we might be better- I know Lynz, I know I did- because I love him" I fell silent, there was no reasoning with her.
I remember her insulting me and Frank.
"You WILL remember the day you let me go Gerard, you'll remember forever, have fun with your boy toy" she bitterly remarked before hanging up. I imagine she must've thrown her phone out the window or something, she seemed pissed.

Frank didn't care what was said, he only cared that I was talking to Lyndsey.
He walked out of my bathroom with my toothbrush in his mouth.

"Lyndsey again huh?" He asked.
I nodded and he nodded back, walking into the bathroom and spitting in the sink, wrinsing his mouth out.
He came back after doing that and started yelling at me.

"So I'm just not good enough! You need someone on the side? Will I ever fucking please you!? Will you ever be satisfied!?" He screamed.

I hugged him having him push me away of course.
I hated when he did this, it was just sad, he had so many issues...

He sat down on my bed, wrapping himself in my blankets.
I tried to comfort him but he pushed me away.
Which is when I decided to act as a father figure.
"Hey, it's okay buddy" I remember attempting, patting his back.
He giggled and looked down.

I tried again.
"What's up little man? What is wrong?" I asked.

Frank shook his head and wedged his thumb nail between his teeth, smiling widely.
I sat down next to him, pulling his head to my shoulder.
"I know it's not me" I gently told him.

Frank's head moved up to look at me.
"No... I guess not" he replied.
He hugged my arm.

"Is it-" I braced myself "family?" I asked.
Frank pushed me away.
"N-No why would it be family?" He unconvincingly lied.
I pushed him down and got on top of him.

"Cause I know when you're lying baby" I answered.
I kissed his cheek and held his hands.
He looked into my eyes before darting his own to the ceiling. Ignoring me.

He bit his lip and stared at me again.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone, Vincent promised so you have to" he told me.
I cleared my throat.
Vincent sucks at keeping promises.