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Rachel's POV:

Frank carried me into the house and shouted.
"We're home!"
I see two men come out of nowhere. One had nerdy glasses and straight hair while the other had the biggest fro I'd ever seen.
The first man says.
"I guess you're mission was successful." He smirks.
I roll my eyes and groan. They're fucked up too?
The other man looked nervous. He looked at me and then back to Frank.
"Did you ask her parents permission to bring her here?"
Frank laughed. He then said something that chilled me to the bone.
"Nah, Rach here, her Mother died in a car crash and her Dad is always getting drunk and comes home angry." He smirks.
My body started to shake. I wasn't pissed.
I WAS FILLED WITH RAGE
I lunged at Frank's face, clawing at his stupid perfect soft cheeks. Frank screams in agony and Mikey runs over to pull me off of him. I relax my muscles and let go of Frank's face.
"I'm sorry. It's just that ever since my Mother died... Well my Dad... He had put cuts into my skin.
I roll up my sleeves and show them to the three.

Ray looked at me with concern in his eyes.
"Oh shit! We need to get you to a hospital Rachel! Come."
He took my hand and I accepted it. I grabbed it gently and he pulled me up.
Mikey spoke up.
"I have a first aid kit in my room, let me go grab it."
Mikey ran upstairs to his room and came back downstairs with the pack in a flash.
I smiled. "Wow. That was fast."
Mikey looked up at me and gave me a small smile.
"Of course. A woman must be treated properly, not with hatred "

Mikey took my arms and cleaned the cuts. He then wrapped them up with gauze. He planted a kiss on my now warm cheek.
"I hope it heals soon." He whispers.
I shiver. I smile and say.
"Thank you."

After a while Frank hasn't been saying anything. He looked shocked. Then out of nowhere he sat on the couch, placed his head in his hands and started to cry.
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I KIDNAP THIS POOR GIRL?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!"
I went over slowly to Frank and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Frank. I'm here. Tell me what's going on. What happened to you?"

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