Beer Bottles And Cigarettes

Chapter 13

A/N: So I apologize for being the worst author on earth but a lot happened in the last month or so + I've had probably the worst case of writers block either which kind of keeps me from writing, but anyways I hope you enjoy this ^.^ - Jensen

Chapter 13

 

I hear a loud scream from outside the hotel restaurant. students run over to the wall length window while  teachers run to the door. I shove past several students and push open the door, stumbling outside. I look towards the buses and see King on the ground, gripping his neck and Frank on the wall panting.

“What the fuck happened out here?!?” I yell at the two boys. Frank looks over at me with wide eyes while King glares me down. I stomp over and stand in between the two students.

“Neither of you two are going anywhere until I know what just happened.” Frank straightens himself up and sputters.

“H-he tried to kill me sir! he had his arm against my throat so I couldn’t breathe! I only hurt him for self defense I swear!” Frank drops to his knees in a fit of tears.

I kneel in front of Frank and run my fingers along his arm gently till they are around his wrist and tug him up so we’re both standing. King pushes himself onto his feet, standing taller than both myself and Frank.

“That shit burnt my neck with his damn cigarette! It wasn’t self defence, he’s fucking crazy!” I’m about to retaliate when Mikey steps in.

“Since this isn’t the first time we’ve had problems with you accusing people of ridiculous things you’re suspended from trip activities for the rest of the week, and Frank, you can spend the day with Mr. Way till you’re comfortable to participate.” My brother winks at me before pulling King into the hotel, leaving me and Frank alone. I stroke his hair calmly.

“Are you alright?” He wipes his tears away on the sleeve of his sweater and nods.

“I think so…” I smile at him and the corners of his pink lips turn into a small grin before it falls and he leans on my chest.

“Can we just go lay down? I think I’m going to be sick.” My eyes widen and I lift his chin.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can take you down to a doctor if you want, there's one just down the street from here..” He groans and shakes his head.

“Gee I’m sure, please, lets just go to our room.” I nod and lead him inside, to the elevator, then to our room before I wrap my arms around him and lead him to the bed.

“Nap time for my prince?” I smile down at him as he giggles.

“Uh, yes please…” I scoop him into my arms and off the floor before dropping him on the bed.

“Okay you nap, I have work to do.” he nods with a yawn and curls up. I strut over to my suitcase and dig around in the mess of clothes, folders and other junk. I pull out my laptop and flop on the armchair across the room and open my computer, loading up my plan for the next month.

 

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I worked for about twenty minutes when the shadow of a slim frame appeared over me. I looked up to see Frank in only his boxers with his arms wrapped around his sides standing in front of me, his bottom lip quivering, eyes watery, and about to pour over with tears. I quickly set my computer down and push myself onto my feet, wrapping the boy in my arms.

“Frank, Franky what’s wrong sugar?” I asked, unsure of what brought him to this but scared to find out. He doesn’t answer for a few minutes, too busy sobbing till his voice is rough and his eyes are red. I start to become extremely worried.

“Franky please tell me what’s going on?” He finally looks up, I gently use my thumb to wipe the fresh tears from under his hazel eyes.

“I uh, my boyfriend... he um… he tracked me down and uh… got my phone number off one of my friends back at school, and well now he’s mad…” As soon as I heard boyfriend my mind started racing with different emotions, hurt, confusion, anger. I had just been assuming Frank and I were in a relationship, never considering that he may have already been with someone. My next thought was, why is he so upset and scared about his boyfriend finding him? Clearly he saw that I was hurt and confused because he started to explain into further detail.

“He isn’t exactly my boyfriend but we never actually broke up, we moved after my friends parents filed a sexual abuse report against him, my dad and I moved across the state and that was the end of it. But I didn’t think he would be able to track me down from here.” I stood in place for a minute staring at Franks face, stunned.

And that’s when I finally realized that I wasn’t the only person with a dark history.