Almost like you. Frank Morrison x reader (dbd)

Chapter 10

Frank's POV

I slide down on the floor when I close the door. I felt sick. But not in a bad way, it was more from nervousness. I was never wanted since the day I was born. I was always the one to be thrown away from family to another. And that was something I even wanted. But since I came here, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere thanks to my friends and (Y/n) of course. But now that someone says that they wanted to have me in their life.

I slide my shaky hands over my face to calm my nerves. "Shit..." I whisper and get up from to the floor. I turn to look at myself from the mirror. I seemed to be little tired but I didn't feel like it. I always hated it when someone woke me up but I didn't get annoyed when Hope did it. And it was wonderful to wake up at the sight of her and (Y/n). She didn't scream or hit me to wake me up like Clive did if I didn't wake up on my own.

I hear a soft knock on the door which makes me turn to look at it. "Frank, are you okay?" I hear (Y/n)'s soft voice on the other side. "Y-yeah. I just need a moment." I answer to her while I was feeling like an idiot. I know that she knows almost everything about me and my behavior but I didn't want her to see that I was this weak. I wanted her to think that I was strong in every way. "If you want to take a shower there are some towels in the cabinet next to the sink. Feel free to use them if you want to."

I turn to look at the cabinet. A cool shower seemed to be a great idea now. "Okay. I'll come out soon." I say to her and I hear her hum happily on the other side. "Take your time. Hope will be waiting for you so you don't have to worry about that." She says to me happily as she leaves. I take one of the towels from the cabinet. (Y/n)'s home was just well organized and so clean even when there was a little kid too. Maybe her past forced her to act normal? But I really wanted to see that rebellious side of her one day.

(Y/n)'s POV

Hope seemed to be confused about Frank's reaction on her words. It must be weird to him that someone said something like that to him. I don't think that he has still gotten used to Clive and the older man doesn't seem to care about his foster son. Frank has had a rough childhood without any certainty about a family or friends. It's a rough to start your life like that but I didn't think that he was bad at all like other adult said him to be. He was just someone who really doesn't know how to act around others because of the lack of guidance.

"Is Frank mad at me?" I hear Hope say and I smile to her. "Oh honey. He isn't mad you. He just wanted to go to the shower." I say to her and she seemed to smile at me. "Oh okay! Do you think that he wants to play with dolls?" She asks and I ruffle her hair. "Who wouldn't want to play with you?" I say to her and she looks at the floor little sadly. "Well some boys at school don't want to play with me even when I asked nicely from them." She says and I tilt my head at her words.

"Did they tell you why?" I ask from her and she twists her shirt in her hands. "They said that they didn't want to play with someone that doesn't have a dad." Her words made my heart skip a beat. "What?" I ask from her and she turns her attention to me from her shirt. "Because I didn't have a dad." She says again and I'm furious. Bullying at this age? Not on my watch! "I'll talk with your teacher about that when we go to the school tomorrow." She just shakes her head at my words. "It doesn't bother me. I have some friends with already." She says innocently like the little angel she is. "I know but I'll still talk with your teacher so it doesn't bother you later." She nods happily as she goes to get her toys from her room.

Some kids could be cruel even at young age. So what if she didn't have a father? She didn't need one to be accepted in a group. I look at her as she brings some of her touch to the living room. "Honey, mommy is going to do some schoolwork so you need to be little quieter than before. I need to finish some papers so less volume." She nods happily. I smile back at her and turn to look at my papers that are laying on the kitchen counter. They were some studies about my work at the school and some other boring stuff. Sometimes I wished that I would have gone in an art school and study something about art. But then again I wasn't the one that was paying for my education. It was my parents and they were the ones that decided what I was going to study.