Losing

6

FRANKIE'S POV:

Everything is going exactly as planned. My heart has been pounding all day, constantly trying to convince myself that this will work. 

Questions are sprinting through my head, faster than I can think.

What if it doesn't work?

What if my mom doesn't catch him?

What if we missed a detail?

What if we timed it wrong?

We're all finishing out dinners at the table, waiting for my dad to get home from drinks with a work friend.

My brothers made it very clear that they will be out tonight, Hunter with Yael, and Miles with Maya. (A/N: In this story, Miles is single, but close with Maya and Tristan)

My mom will leave for her work trip, but "forget" her phone charger, that I will have taken from her bag and put back in her room. She ALWAYS plugs her phone in at her office, and seeing as that is 15 minutes away, she will be back about 30 minutes from the time she leaves. This leaves Dad and me to have been left alone in the house for about 20 minutes, before she comes back to grab her charger. 

I just pray to whatever God there may be, that this works. 

Hunter and Miles head out together, and my mom leaves about 5 minutes after that.

For 10 minutes, I sit on the couch, watching tv until I hear the door open. 

My heart is pounding through my chest, as I hear his slow, wobbly steps become louder and louder.

"Heyy Franks" he says, in drunken, slurred words. I smile back slightly, and look away, absolutely frozen with fear.

All my fears, all my nightmares, and all my freak-outs. All afraid that this might happen again, and here I am, just letting it happen. 

What were we thinking?!! I want Miles.

He might not even do it again, honestly. He does love me, and he didn't even mean it the first time. He didn't know what he was doing.

As I'm convincing myself of these sadly untrue things, he sits down next to me on the couch. I can smell the stench of that alcohol, and the memories immediately come rushing back. 

My breaths shorten, and I scoot away from him.

"Noo, come closer!" He pulls me closer to him, and breathes down my neck. I am already nauseous, and tell him to stop. I don't want this.

Please please please, Mom, come home.

I regret this already. I feel unsafe, and completely out of control.

I plead, cry, and do everything to keep him away, but nothing works. This was such a bad idea. No sign of my mom ye-

My terrified thoughts are interrupted by the front door.

OH MY GOD IT WORKED.

THANK YOU GOD.

My heart immediately begins to beat again, and I can breathe. My dad is on top of me as of now, too drunk to notice the sound of the front door. He hasn't done anything yet, except for hold me down.

"MOM, HELP" I scream, panicked, and not knowing what else to do. I need this to be over. NOW. I don't think I can handle one more moment of this.

I hear her running towards me, asking "what's wrong, Frankie?" She pokes her head into the living room, and immediately freezes.