Finding The 10

30 - Forgiveness

Frankie's POV

A cheater.

That's what I am now. It's all I can think about.

A cheater and a liar.

Why the fuck did I have to let my frustration manifest as anger and explode that way? Am I really that cliche that I would be so self destructive?

I guess so.

The moment I slammed my bedroom door was the moment I started packing my things. I need to get away for a few days. That I'm sure.

When I heard the loud thud in the kitchen, I knew that I had no other choice but to make my exit.

I need to get myself together and work on me before I can work on any sort of relationship. All I have done is bounce from shitty relationship to even shittier relationship and I need to stop the cycle now. I won't be heartbroken yet again.

I know where I have to go and what I have to do. I need to go home. I need to see my dad and I need to visit my mum's grave.

But first, I need a friend. Not just any friend. I need to talk to the one true friend that knows both sides of this story and that can hopefully give me an objective opinion.

I need to speak to Harley. I just hope that she is willing to speak to me and help me as a friend.

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Eli's POV

After my outburst of rage, I decided to cool off in a cold shower. I deserved it after how I just reacted and what I said to Frankie.

Man, I hope the damage isn't already done and I can fix this.

I make my way back into the kitchen to survey the damage I made and figure it's something I can probably fix in an afternoon. Hell, I probably still have supplies around the house to fix it from my wild partying days. It was never really a party unless something got broken.

I let out a huge sigh and head to where I know I have to go next.

Frankie's door is still closed shut and nothing but silence is coming from inside. So I take my chance.

"Frankie? Can we talk?" I ask, knocking three times.

No response.

"Please Frankie? I owe you an apology. I didn't mean the things I said. I fucked up and I'm sorry."

Again no response so I try the handle.

The door opens without a problem but when I swing the door wide I find nothing.

Frankie is no where to be seen and things are missing. Her wardrobe is open and clothes are missing from their hangers.

I start to panic and quickly search the apartment calling her name.

"Frankie? Where are you?"

No response.

I check every inch of the apartment until reality crashes down on me. She is gone.

I grab my phone and search for her number as quick as I can. The phone rings once but then goes to voicemail.

I try again but this time it doesn't even ring. Straight to voicemail. Fuck.

"Frankie, we need to talk. Where are you? Just come home, please. I'm sorry about everything."

I leave my message and then try again. Still straight to voicemail. She must have turned her phone off.

What have I done?

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Frankie's POV

"So where will you go?" Harley asks while handing me a large mug of coffee.