Frankie

part 2

Chapter 2 -Leighton

Omg omg omg is he for real, he saved me from that douche who wouldnt take no for an answer, stays at the hospital to make sure im ok, iand paying my hospital bill which I would have been able to pay if it wasnt for that jerk Simon.

God and he is giving me a job how can you life go from shit to 80 times better in a day although getting drugged was pretty shitty, waking up in hospital not knowing how I got there is scary im glad it was Frankie wjo helped me I dont know why but I trust him even tho he looks kinda scary he is hot too, more than hot panty melting hot dark hair, kind of rough looking scary scar under his eyes, shightly crooked nose scar through his upper lip signs he has maybe been fighting well I would definitely say fighting his knuckles are bruised and swollen shit what am I getting my self into. He comes back into the room, I look to his hands again yep been fighting and recent too I wonder if they are broken?

"Nurse will be by to sign you out ill take you home" "Thanks" "Hey honey, time to get you home you'll fell better in you own bed" "Ok where do I sign" she hands me the papers and I sign "can I ask you a question" "Sure honey" I look to frankie and I hope he wont be mad but his hands look sore "will you look at his hands please" she looks at me and then to Frankie and shrugs her shoulders, Frankie on the other hand looks shocked but his lips are twitching "Ok lets have a look son"

He lools over at me a smirk playing on his lips The nurse whistles "sheesh the only way boys get knuckles like this is from kicking the crap out of each other my boys never stopped if they weren't fighting they had a girls calling all hours don't know how many time we changed our number" she says shaking her head, omg she is funny, "dont think they're broken son but you need to put ice on them and keep them moving so they dont get stiff" he nods "Sure, you ready babe" "Yeah, shit wheres my purse?" " its ok babe its here" he picks it off the floor beside the bed and I exhale in relief.

"Didnt the police want to speak to me about what happened? " I ask looking at Frankie "The have you contact onfo babe they'll get intouch" "Ok" she nods "Then lets break you outta this joint" he taps on his cell then comes to help me I get up and he wraps his arm around my waist as we walk out of the hospital to a car waiting out front "Dane this is Leighton, Leighton this is Dane he works with me and is my best friend" "Hey Dane nice to meet you" he just tips his chin, ok then the silent type I can deal with that I juat smile at him. "Babe you have till wednesday before you need to come into the club that good with you?" I nod "yeah Frankie thats good for me, ive got to box up Pauls stuff anyway and get the locks changed since he didnt turn up at the club" god mouth vomit he doesn't need to know everthing in my life 'urgh' "He wouldn't be trouble would he babe?" "Erm I dont think so" "Right im walking you to your apartment and checking it out before you go in"

"Frankie" I say softly "you have done to much already ill be fine I promise" He just shakes his head and thats the end of the conversation from Frankie, hmm and what about Dane, "be you see some interesting stuff working at the club huh Dane" He just grunts, grunts, really is that even classed as an answer, what a weird guy I dont know why but I like him and think its funny, so I cant help but laugh which seems weird to the two very manly guys in the front of the car, Dane is stareing at me though the mirror and Frankie is looking at me grinning ha I will get these two laughing one day soon.

My thoughs are everwhere as we drive to my apartment but one sticks out in my head "is you name really Frankie" he looks surprised I asked "Frances", he says quietly but Dane hears him and bursts out laughing and so do I while Frankie scowls at both of us "Frankie suits you"