Frank N' Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction)

A Tad Strange.

"You bitch!" My mother screamed, her hand moving across my face, leaving behind a stinging pain and red mark. She took a step forward and shook her fist in my face. "You ungrateful whore! I should've thrown you on the streets the moment you were born!" Suddenly, I went stumbling to the ground as she forcefully shoved me. I hugged my arms to my chest in pain, thinking of how many bruises I'd wake up with. "You filthy mongrel." Mother said. 

Slowly, tears welled up in my eyes. I bolted up from the ground and walked forward, pushing passed Mother. 

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?! I'm not done talking!" She warned. But it was too late, I was already slipping on shoes and walking out the door. I could hear Mother's obnoxious screaming, "Emily Ammbo, get your ass back here!" fading away as I lengthened the distance between the house and me. That controlling ass wipe of a mother. I thought, as I slipped my hands into my jean pockets and trudged down the street, head down. No point in committing suicide now. I've already experienced hell. The gentle fall wind brushed through my hair as I walked down the road, searching for a quiet place. There it is. The benches, and trees of Denton Park were almost in reach. Even though it was public, people tended to leave you alone to yourself. The sun was on the horizon, leaving the sky orange and pink with an occasional red or purple streak below a line of clouds.

I ran until I reached the shade of a bench under a tree. I sat down in an attempt to catch my breath. The hum of a Harley rang in my ears. I turned around and watched the vehicle emerge from the tree-lined road, and make its way through the small town. The bike was hidden behind another row of trees, and all that was left of it was the faint growl. I turned back only to see a man with black curly hair standing in front of the bench. "Do you mind if I sit here?" 

"No, not at all." I said, grabbing the arm rest on my left and pulling myself as close to the edge as possible. There has to be more benches open in this park. I looked around at the desolate park and realized that it was just us, and an elderly woman walking a small white dog. 

"Did you run here?" The voice asked, breaking the silence. I raised an eyebrow. "Sorry. I'm observant. I couldn't help but notice that you were breathing rather heavily." 

I looked down at my hands, that in caution, were clenched into fists. "Yeah... I did." 

"How far?" He asked, placing his hand on my wrist to feel my pulse. "I'd say at least a mile." I nodded as I pulled my hand away. A tear dripped down my face, and I reached up to wipe it away. A warm hand beat me to it and left a sense of comfort behind with it. "Do you want to talk about it?" The complete stranger asked. I hesitated for a moment. I can't decide if he's being really creepy or oddly romantic... 

"But we just met." I said.

He smiled and cocked his head a little. "Well you look like you're in need of a friend. Most people hide in their own homes, but you came running to a lonely park. Why is that?" His questionable personality was strange, but made my heart flutter a bit. It was nice.... different. 

"Oh. Well I didn't see how hiding in my home would help, when the problem is my home." I looked down at the ground and the image of Mother appeared. My body shivered and I shook my head. Suddenly, I felt something drape over my back. "What are you doing?" I asked, surprised. His leather jacket was wrapped around my shoulders, creating a bit of warmth. 

"You looked cold, I thought you could use some comfort." He said, his irresistible smile glowing yet again. "What's your name darling?" 

I was amazed. How come I didn't notice before? I could tell when he said 'darling' his British accent showed through more. "It's Emily. Emily Ammbo." 

"What a nice name." He replied.

"..."

"..."

"..........."

"Oh, I'm Frank. Frank N' Furter."  He laughed a bit. I looked at him questionably, trying to figure out what was behind that smile. He looks too happy, I'm jealous.

I squinted and looked him straight in the eyes. "Is that your real name?" I asked. 

He nodded. "A tad strange?" You shook your head and accepted that the person in front of you isn't your everyday Denton douchebag. .

"Not strange... unique." I replied, pulling the jacket further over my shoulders, finally noticing that I was no longer cold. I was also no longer breathing heavily, though my heart rate was still rather fast. 

"Do you know what you're going to do about your situation yet? You can't stay in a park at night." I looked down at the ground again. "And that jacket was expensive, not counting all of the pins on it. So you're going to freeze out here." 

I let out a smile and thought about what I was going to do. "I think I'll be fine if I stay here." 

"Trust me. You won't." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I laughed, and he adjusted with a jolt, so he was facing me. His hands on the bench in front of him. He looked like a little kid. "I have a wager." I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "You can come stay with me in my castle tonight, and if you enjoy it there, yo can stay as long as you like. If not, you can feel free to leave whenever you like." 

I widened my eyes in shock. "A castle?" 

"Yeah. It's not much, but it's warmer than out here." He said. 

I know my parents taught me not to talk to strangers, let alone go stay in a castle with them... But then again, parents are supposed to love their kids. "Sure." I responded. 

"Alright. Then let's go." He said. He stood up from his adorable position and extended a hand out to me. I hesitantly accepted and stood up. 

"Where is it?" I asked, after walking for about 15 minutes. 

"A few miles up the road. But don't worry, we'll get there quickly momentarily." 

We walked for another 5 minutes, until I could hear the roar of another bike. eventually, it pulled up next to us. There was a side car attached, which Frank gestured for me to get in. He sat behind the driver, and we went on our way. The whole ride I could feel him looking down at me, waiting for me to do the same. "Have you been on a motorcycle before?" I heard him yell next to me. I looked over, and he was leaned way down, just to talk to me. 

"No. I've always dreamed of it though." I responded. 

"Well, maybe I'm the one to make your dreams come true then." He said beck to me. Even with the cold wind whipping me in the face, I could still feel myself blushing. I could feel a few raindrops start falling from the sky, but I was too occupied with my thoughts to care about how wet my clothes were going to be by the end. I pushed the leather off of my shoulders and put in in front of my feet so it wouldn't get damaged by the weather. 

It felt like a few seconds, but I can't say how long the ride to the castle was, because for the first time in weeks I could finally sleep without fearing for my life. 

I felt hands under my legs and on my back, as I was lifted out of my comfortable seat. I turned my head to the right because I was still half-awake. I looked up to see his face, he looked down at me and smiled. "You can go back to sleep. I'll come get you from your room for dinner shortly. We have a long night of getting settled in ahead of us. 

His voice was soothing, and I fell asleep in his arms. Even without the jacket, which was slung over his shoulder, and despite how wet my clothes and hair were, I still felt warm in his arms. 

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NEW STORY! I'm still going to update Oh Bo., but I wanted to try something different. So I did. Try and stop me :P 

I hope you enjoyed! 

-P&B \(o^o)/ 

Also, thanks to @PiffMagicLlama , because we both wrote the chapter.