Violet's P.O.V~
I felt like I was in a bad cliche fairy-tale where I lived with a rotten old family (which I do) and all of a sudden someone happens to come to my rescue (Frank). I know it's also cliche to say you have never wanted to have someone save you but then again looking back on what I've been through I don't need someone to save me. I need someone to stay with me. Frank continued driving on and on and I blinked my eyes so I could stay awake. As soon as he started driving, paranoia began to kick inside of me. Knowing that someone driving killed my best friend I feared for the lives of any pedestrians.
I think Frank noticed because I saw his right hand hesitate to rest on my left thigh. I've read too many books to know that this is a well known cliche and me being myself did not accept cliches so I grabbed hold of his hand and I looked at him as he looked at me and smiled. I knew he was trying hard to comfort me but such comfort can only be gained by closure which is what I didn't have at the moment. I stared straight ahead as we passed by stores and such, we weren't even close to getting on the highway.
If I could speak I would make a stupid joke about driving but sadly I couldn't. Signing was also not an option God forbid we got into an accident. So we sat in silence, the one I was used to. I nodded my head to the music I couldn't here and Frank watched me smiling to himself. It's hard to be the quote un quote elephant in the room. I desperately wanted to know what my family specifically said and think of Frank. I sighed and Frank looked at me before he parked and turned to me.
"Okay what's wrong? Your all mopey and you haven't really smiled since I've picked you up," he signs and I sigh again and turn to face him. He looked at me and nodded on for me to go on and start signing so I began to.
"I've been paranoid about..." shit he doesn't know what the sign for paranoid is so I restart again, "I've been feeling worried about what my parents have said to you and what they think of you," Frank blinks then he smiles and then he laughs, his chest heaving up and down. If only I could hear it I bet it's one of those weird non-sexy laughs because I see his nose twitch and flare which I can only infer as a snort (I look up facial expressions in my free time in order to communicate to others). But if only I could hear it and be able to laugh a sexy laugh not m as others have told me my deaf dying person laugh.
Frank wiped his non-existent tears and smiled at me before grabbing my hand and I then relaxed. "Look all your parents said was and I'm being honest, told me and I quote "to get her and bring her back home". But little did they know that I would never take you back there," he signs slowy stopping at moments where he doubted his sign language.
"But why did you send me to them in the first place?," I retort back (signing with attitude took no effort) and Frank nervously looks at me and he sighs and I know a cliche comment is coming. I crossed my arms ready to see it.
"I was scared of not being able to help you in a tough situation and believe me I regretted it and that's why I came back for you," Frank signs and I sigh wondering when or how sooner I can go to his house and not still be in this dumbass town where bad memories have been born. I nod and point at the car key dangling connected to the ignition. Frank releases my hand and nods before turning the key and beginning to drive.
I sleep during the ride only waking up to fake argue with Frank about which music I want to listen to. Frank shook my shoulder once we made it to the house that was next to the one where I stayed at for the majority of this summer. I bite my lip and shrug and Frank taps my shoulder and points at m duffle bag.
"You got my stuff from the house?," I sign and he nods smiling and I return the smile before grabbing my bag and exiting the car. I pray that his Mom isn't there and Frank just smiles at me. We walk up to the door and he gets his keys before opening the door and I get tackled by a at least 5'8 blonde girl who hugs me. I just stand there awkwardly not doing anything. Last time I checked I don't know any other blonde than Frank's little sister and Andrea. She pulled away from me and started to speak incoherent words and I blinked as Frank moved her away from me as I entered the house.
