a/n:
this story is a complete disaster and i'm dead
so yeah what's happening is i don't know why frank is doing that but i'm twelve so i cant write
anyway...
this is still gee's POV.
enjoy
-----I finally arrived at the room which felt like six hundred sixty-six hours cause i was going about 0.00000000000001 mile per hour. I was really scared.
Tyler had left.
It was just Frank and me.
I entered the room.
Frank shut the door. He locked it.
"Bed." He demanded.
"Frank... why...?" I asked.
He smiled. "Because you said so."
"I didn't mean it!!" I yelled.
"Oh, sure you did."
"Dammit Frank I didn't mean it."
"You had a dream about it, didn't you?"
"Yes. But it was just a dream!"
"Well if you can dream about it, it could happen."
All I could think was 'Frank is trying to fuck me what am i supposed to do?'
I was really scared.
"Gee, please?" Frank pleaded
All i could do was get on the bed. I didn't have an option.
Then there was another knock. I got up and opened it as quickly as possible.
It was this one teacher who I didn't have as a class so I didn't know him.
"Hello kids. Have you guys gotten cookies?"
"I have." I replied.
"No, I haven't gotten a cookie yet." Frank sounded a little disappointed but I could tell it wasn't about the cookies.
"There's still more cookies if you want one. Go ahead." He said, and then he walked away.
Frank got up and walked over to the cafeteria I think.
I quietly got out of the room and out of the building. I hid by the fountain.
I got my phone from my bag. My headphones too. I listened to music. I wanted to scream the lyrics. But then Frank would know where I was.
Then I thought about it.
I guess I just had to accept what was going to happen.
I went back inside the building, to the room where Frank was standing.
"Its okay if you don't want to do it, Gee. Whenever you're ready. That's okay, I understand." He said.
"Thanks, Frank. I still love you." I said.
He turned around.
"I love you too."
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