We Belong Together (A Friendship To Die For!)

Chapter 7

FRANK

Frank stood in front of the toilet door, watching as Veronika puked all over the place.

She had totally had too much alcohol for one day, it was barely even three-o’clock in the afternoon but she drank like she was in a night club.

For Frank this was the first time seeing her like this and it bothered the hell out of him.

She was bent over the toilet sit, using a hand to hold up her flaming red hair, and using the other to support herself.

Her face was a pale mixture of purple and green.

He could see her tremble.

Frank knew Veronika had always been the drinking type but this was to another whole level and the furthermore it reminded him of his ill father, as he could almost feel himself getting sick too.

Veronika could be the sweetest person and at the same time be a nasty bitch but this time she looked sad and lonely. Frank felt his heart ache for her more.  So beautiful and vulnerable.

When she finally finished she stood up, then walked to the sink and rinsed her face and brushed her teeth.

Still not saying a word to him.

When she wanted to pass the bathroom door but Frank stood in her way looking down at her with such tenderness in his eyes.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked.

Veronika did not meet his staring eyes.

“Um… I just want to rest.” She said softly. That still didn't answer his question.

He moved away as she walked past him. Then she slumped on the bed.

Frank came over and tucked her in the blanket and placed a kiss on her forehead realizing she was already fast asleep.

He watched her sleep for so long that he lost track of time.

until he soundlessly went outside the room closing the door slowly so he would not wake her up.

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Frank reached out and grabbed the ice beer that sat right beside him and took a deep gulp, which travelled right to his head with a cold rush.

Frank in return hurled the cane over his head and it went crashing into a tree. Alcohol had always made Frank sober.

Many times, he wondered what people enjoyed in it. And this moment was the perfect time to be sober and cry but Frank never cried for anything.

When his father left was the last time he did. Veronika was his everything.

She was his; best friend, girlfriend, mother, supervisor, guardian and so many more.

He walked all the way up river to catch a glimpse of the sun, afterwards he sat down on a collapsed old tree.

For the first time in as long as he could remember he opened the package in his hand.

It was his mother’s ring; its middle was gold- plated and the center was two striking sapphire diamonds.

The ring was a thing of beauty and even more breath taking was the way it glittered under the sun.

He never had a second thought about who he wanted to give it to but right now was not the moment.

He quickly put it back in the case then placed it carefully inside the pocket of his sweat pant, as he heard footsteps approaching him.

When Frank looked up it was Zander.

“That’s beautiful.” Zander smiled.

Frank felt in throat run dry and felt more stupid. of course, he was just sitting in the open facing the trees.

“Its… for my mother…. But I wanted… to…” Frank paused, looking baffled and shy.

“You were going to give it to Veronika.” zander completed but Frank was not sure it was a question.

They both sat side by side in the thick silence.

“Yeah. I am. But I am confused by everything and nothing. I love her but at the same time I know what I am doing but I have not reached were I what to be in life, we still have to go to university and so many things to do. We might eventually grow apart then I will have to collect my ring back and that is very painful for any woman. It might not be Veronika who would leave me, I might be the one who decides to move on to a new life but I swear I love her.”

Frank was doing this thing when he talks too fast that no one can keep track of anything except more than two sentences.

“You love her?” Zander asked.

“I love her.” Frank declared.

“How much?”

“With my life.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Zander said.

“She is sick. Why can’t I wait?”

“Horse shit! It’s your call Franko and your time.”

“Horse shit! It is!” Frank tittered.

“No one would believe that it was Veronika that thought you how to shave, tragic.” Zander teased him and Frank blushed.

“I would not say it like that_” before he could finish they both spotted Rayan approaching with an antenna radio held over his shoulder.

His face came to life as he saw them.

“Guys! There’s a thunderstorm this night. Seriously, they say it’s going to be wild crazy plus the radio single just went off.” Rayan said.

“Sweet storm. I always loved a good storm.” Frank said ironically.

“By the way you have a lot of side friends.” Zander sneezed.

“Friends for benefits. What do you expect?” Frank said to Zander.

“We should probably run in now and search out for some old thick grandma’s blanket.” Rayan did not wait for them he turned around and started running and they ran after him.

If there was one thing Rayan hated more than Justin Bieber it was a good night storm.