Frank's P.O.V
No missed calls .... Beth hadn't even called me. She stood me up, again and didn't even have the decency to explain herself. I looked around my room, throwing on a clean looking hoodie and running a hand through my messy hair, attempting to fix it.
I headed to Beth's house, planning what I was going to say to her, deciding If I was going to act angry, or sad or maybe both. I shoved my headphones into my ears to try and block out my thoughts.
'let's scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore'.
Exactly how I feel. It's strange, how a song could capture your exact feelings and speak to you, despite the singer not knowing you or your feelings. I listened to the same song in repeat at least five times before I reached Beth's house.
When I arrived, I admired the beautiful building that she lived in; the house was tall and bright white with a dozen windows and a large, glossy black door - with the number 221 printed in gold on the front. After composing myself, i reached out and knocked at the door quietly. No reply. I reached out my hand in an attempt to knock again, but instead, accidentally pushed open the door. Why was it unlocked?
"Beth?" I called cautiously, stepping inside the immaculate house. "Beth", I called again, this time my voice sounding more curious and also more irritated. I didn't need and answer, because only seconds later, I saw Beth ten feet away from me. She wasn't alone though. My girlfriend was accompanied by a tall, strange, buff guy, with his dick in her mouth. And she obviously wasn't reluctant about it either.
My jaw dropped as I saw the two of them. At first I was so angry at this random dude, and then was flooded by hurt and sadness and rejection. "Frank..please! Wait don't leave...Frank please!" Beth called, but I didn't need to hear what she had to say. I saw what had happened and she had no excuse for it either. "Don't...Beth just leave it" I shook my head, trying to hold back the toxic tears. "Hey dude" the prick stood besides Beth shouted, "She doesn't love you, get over it!"
The door slammed behind me and without thinking, I started to sprint - I couldn't hold these feelings back anymore. My tears stung as they poured from my eyes and down my pale cheeks. Why could I never be in a trusting relationship? Why did the bad things always happen to me and why was I the one who always ended up getting hurt? After a few minutes I stopped running, tears still gushing from my bloodshot eyes. The sadness soon turned to anger, I slammed my fists against the brick wall infront of me, shouting profanities rather loudly.
I think the anger lasted for half an hour. I slowly sat down, breathing deeply. My hand reached into the back pocket of my jeans, removing a small, sharp blade. The sinister metal glinted in the sunlight, making it appear beautiful. I was shaking all over, and a voice in the back of my mind was asking me what the hell was I doing.
Without thinking, I threw the blade on the concrete beside me. For some reason, it just didn't feel right, taking this out on myself. I needed to be away from all of this, anywhere but here. My breathing was starting to go back to normal, less shaky than it was before. I spent 19 seconds breathing deep and calming myself. I pulled out my phone from my hoodie pocket, wiping away my tears stains, then slowly but surely, punching in the digits and brining the phone to my ear.
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Sorry the update took so song, forgive me it was Christmas! I felt like Gerard P.O.V didn't come in until the next chapter, so I stuck with Frank's story for now. Thanks for reading! ~ Xxx
