In disguise

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"So now that you Well you killed my ex.. well let's just say you're not safe with me"

Soo? What's that supposed to mean

"What I mean is you're going to have to be like me I rob how do you think I get my money?"

I sit up "working!"

"It just doesn't work like that for me Alex, honey"

Well I really need to get out of these ripped dusty clothes

*It was now morning

We fell asleep on top of each other with the clothes we've been wearing for about 2 days straight I felt disgusting

I go to the restroom and shower and change into a clean pair of clothes
Which contained black shorts and a black flag shirt
I straighten my fringe and put my hair into 2 space buns

I walk out to a very confused Frank
I sit on the bed next to him and he faces me
"Frankie do you want tea coffee breakfast?"
His beautiful green hazel eyes squint and his expression changes to even more confused

And his other hand that was far so I couldn't see comes out with a gun and points it to my head
"Heh Frank what are you doing?"
he moves the gun onto a new bullet I quickly push his hand to the opposite direction as he shoots making a bullet go through the window next to the bed

I grab the gun and throw it to the floor as I slip onto his lap giving him a concerned look
"Frank...wha the FAK?"
He shakes his head furiously I but my hand on both sides of his face trying to make him stop but fail
"Frankie," he shakes his head again viscously "Frank" he said in a tough scary voice he shook his head again rapidly I felt bad what's happening to Frank
"Frank STOP! Please!" He shook his head rapid and furiously
"Frank" He says his eyes narrowed at me as if I were his prey

"Frank" I say as I lean on him pining his hands above his head
"Frank What the fuck is going on"
He huffed loudly and pushed me off
"IM NOT A FAGGOT!!" He shouts

Okay that has nothing to do with what I just said

"What?"

"Of course you're not a faggot Frankie who would say that you're so caring"

He wrapped his hands around my neck and picked me off the floor choking me
"You're scared"

He says turning his head with an angry frown

"I mean.. o of course you're l-literally ch-cho-choking me" I barely say as talking makes me lose breath faster

I look over his shoulder and see a piece of line paper with a phone number on it and it says dr something my vision was going blurry

A tear ran down my cheek
"Frankie please please sto stop"
Tears ran down my cheeks non stop I pass out which felt like a coma

I wake up on the floor from where I had passed out to a very sad Frank his wrists bloody some where red lines with dry blood on them I quickly sat up and hugged him from he sobs and hugs me back
"Alex I'm so sorry I didn't mean it I didn't mean it I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm" I cut him off and kiss him
"Frank, *i shudder at the thought of what happened last time I said that* Frankie it's okay"

"Why did you do this Frankie" I say softly lifting his wrist up to where we can both see it
"Frank don't ever self harm you're to special for this bullshit" I kiss his bloody wrist
I wipe the blood of my lips with my wrist
And look Frank deep in his eyes

"Frankie I love you and always will Don't ever try to hurt yourself in any way"

"I love you too" is all he said and drops his head low and takes steady breaths trying to calm himself

"Frankie.." I say

He looks up

A tear rolls down his beautiful face I wipe it off with my thumb bringing myself closer to him our faces so close

"Are you disappointed" he says looking at me with sad eyes

Damn he is just too adorable

I peck his soft lips

And put my hands behind his neck he flinched

"Please don't kill me" is all he said just to leave me without words speechless, my mouth dropped at that

"Frankie I would never I love you too much you mean too much to me don't ever say that"
I lean my forehead on his

"How long have I been out?" I ask

"A week" he sniffs

I rub his back soothingly and kiss his cheek making him smile

He fell into a deep sleep after half an hour of us just hugging I unwrap myself from him and let him down slowly on the floor
I get the notepad where the phone number was I call it
*ring*
*ring*
"Hello thank you for calling asylum of NJ this is dr. Crosby how may I help you?"

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