Unlovable (DISCONTINUED TILL FURTHER NOTICE)

💔Chapter 5~ Over My Dead Body!💔

*Frankie's POV*
I rolled over expecting my arm to sling around Damian's waist, feeling nothing but the bare matress instead.

"What the..Babe..?"

I opened my eyes to see nothing but the bare mattress. I called Damian's name just to hear the early birds' responses. I checked the calendar just to see that he has no work today, and I didn't smell breakfast. Nor did I see a note.

"Where the fuck is he?"  I asked myself.

I got out of bed and began my search around the house. Nothing. I called his phone and it went straight to voicemail...all 10 times. I decided to broaden my search outside the house.

"Grrrr"

Okay. After breakfast.

~After breakfast...~

I quickly got dressed and set out for Damian....
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*Mason's POV*
"Fuck that *hic* bitch"

"Bro, you've been saying that for the passed 5 minutes, I'll ask you one more time. What the fuck did Frankie do?!"  I said.

"She just pisses me off, man. She's nothing but a b- *hic* bitch!! Matter of fact, I'm gonna teach that bitch a lesson!!" 

Damian took his 20th shot straight to the head, slapped money on the bar, and stood up. Without hesitation, he stumbled to the door. I quickly grabbed my jacket and ran after him, grabbing his arm.

"Woah there buddy, take it easy. I'll help you,"  I said.
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*Frankie's POV*

I eventually gave up and decided to go back home.

"Hopefully he'll come home when he's ready and he's fine,"  I said.

I lied on the couch and turned on the tv, shortly after, I dozed off...only to be woken back up by unlocking and opening of the front door. I was just about to scream when I saw Damian stumbling in with Mason close behind, ready to catch him if he falls.

"Hey  Frankie,"  Mason greeted.

"Hey Mason, thank you so much for bringing him back home safely. Did he damage anything or anyone? "  I asked reaching in my purse, ready to pay for any damages.

"No problem. And no, he didn't." Mason replied.

Just then, Damian stumbled up to me. He reached his hand as far back as he could and slapped my face with so much force, I instantly fell to ground.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!"  Mason yelled, "WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON A FEMALE? ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!?! "

At this point, Mason had Damian slammed up against the wall, preventing him from giving me another drunken beatdown that he'd soon forget tomorrow.

"Mind your fucking *hic* business,"  Damian growled.

"When a man is putting his hands on a woman, no matter what the reason may be, it becomes my business, "  Mason growled back, "I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you hit your girl because you're a drunk asshole right now."

"I can do whatever I want with MY girlfriend. I'll beat her senseless if I really wanted to,"  Damian said.

At this point, they were face to face. The seriousness and threat in their voices and facial expressions scared the fuck out of me. I stayed seated on the floor with my hand still on my cheek, trying to simmer down the burning sensation within.

"Over my dead body,"  Mason replied in an almost evilish tone.

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Well. That's pretty intense, huh? I just love Mason, he's so protective 😍. I hope his standing up for Frankie doesn't interfere with him and Damian's friendship. I wonder what will happen next, cuz honestly I don't know 😂😂. My apologies on the lack of updates, I don't know what's wrong with me. I read more than I write, but I love to read and write equally. Bleh. OK, enough chit chat. I'll catch you all later, thank you so much for your patience and still staying with this story. ❤Love you all❤ Don't forget to.. "SPREAD THE WORD"!! Peace! ✌💕