Finding The 10

6 - The Last Time

Warning! This chapter has some domestic abuse. Reader beware.

Frankie's POV

Coming home to an empty appartment is the norm these days. Ever since Dex's band, Forgotten Truth, started booking more gigs he barely makes it home before sunrise.

I unbuckle my 6 inch heeled boots and shrug my leather jacket off my shoulders. I throw it on the couch and head to the kitchen for a much needed drink. You thinking working at a bar and seeing drunks all the time would turn me off alcohol forever but sometimes it is the only answer to my problems.

I grab the last beer in the almost empty fridge and make a mental note to go grocery shopping in the morning.

Slumping down onto the leather couch I click on the tv and start scrolling through Netflix.

It's almost 3am and I know I should get some sleep but I can't get that drunk girls words out of my head.

"You're Hallsy's clueless girlfriend. I fucked him last night after his gig and I will fuck him again after tonight's gig."

Those words keep replaying over and over.

Is she right? Is she sleeping with my boyfriend or is it the ravings of a jealous harlot? Dex has never cheated on me before but then again I am not the greatest judge of character.

I sink further into the couch until I am laying flat on my side and settle on some Japanese anime I have never heard of. Maybe this show will break me free from my fixation on that stupid girls ramblings.

I ignore the few stray tears that have pooled on the side of my face and before I know it, I am drifting off to sleep.

....

The front door slams against the wall as laughter fills the room.

I sit up straight and wipe my face with my hands before seeing the all too familiar sight take place yet again.

Dex and his band mates are stumbling inside, completely hammered with a posse of girls and leeches behind them.

"I told you she would still be awake and ready to party!" Nate, the band's bass guitarist says when he sees me awake.

I give him a weak smile and already know what is going to happen next.

Nate makes his way over to me and gives me a drunken hug followed closely by Shane, the drummer. Shane gives me a sloppy kiss on my cheek just as I stand to my full height. A whopping 5 foot 4.

"Where's Dex?" I ask when I don't see him amongst the 10 or so people crammed into my tiny living area.

"Kitchen." Nate answers before plonking onto the couch and turning on the PlayStation to start some game.

When I turn the corner to the kitchen I see the one thing I really didn't want to and I know my face must be showing the anger I am feeling.

Surrounding Dex, in our kitchen are 4 groupies and one of them is none other than the drunken bitch that got a lucky punch in at the bar.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I yell irrationally but I don't really care at this point. Anger is flowing through me at the mere sight of the scene in front of me.

Dex's eyes widen when he sees me and he quickly makes his way to me.

"Babe! I didn't know you were home. I thought you would still be at work." He says as he tries to pull me in for a hug.

He is strong but I manage to push him away with all my might and start again.

"Why the fuck is she here?" I ask a little calmer whilst pointing at the bitch in question.