He Bought Me

42.

Boris

I hate you. That was the plan, she's supposed to hate me. I will never be able to love her the way she deserves.

The plan was to bring her back to my place, pack her a bag, and take her home, with her father. But my drunk ass forgot I was supposed to handcuff her after I told her about her father, on our way there. I fucked up, like always.

"Let me go!" Franky cries out. She hasn't sounded the same since I choked her in the room-I didn't mean it, the alcohol took over-and her screaming isn't helping.

She knees me in the ribs but I honestly can't feel shit.

I hope she knows I'm doing this for her.

I step outside and settle her on her feet. She tries to run and I wrap my arms around her. "Stop," she's fully crying now, soaking my shirt with her tears of pain. "Don't do this."

It's funny kinda. She's begging not to do this but she has no clue what I'm doing.

It takes everything in me not to kiss her.

"I'm done," I lie. "I tried and tried but I will never be enough for you-"

"Boris," she sobs, trying to pull away but I hold her to my chest. "I'll work from home, please, don't do this."

I give in and kiss the top of her head. She hisses. I love you, Franky. I throw her on my arm and carry her to the car. She kicks and screams again. With my free hand, I open the back door and toss her inside. I slam the door before she even catches herself.

I watch through the window as she tries to open the door. The child's lock is already in set. I move to the passenger's window and it rolls down. I lean down to see Martin.

"Her father's address is already on the GPS," I inform him but really, I tell Franky she's going back to him.

"What?!" She barks. I nod at Martin then step back as the window rolls back up. "You asshole!" She continues to scream. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

I don't know if she yells those three words repeatedly or I'm just hearing her scream them in my head. Either way, it hurts like hell. I said I was going to help her.

The car drives away and I wait for it to disappear from the end of the driveway to collapse on the floor.

Franky

My father? Out of all people, he's sending back to my father's?

Adrenaline pulses through me but I'm too heartbroken to do anything about it. My wrists hurt from the fucking handcuffs that are way too tight now. I begged Martin to un-cuff me for ten minutes but he didn't even look at me. I cry quietly for the rest of the ride.

Why did Boris do this? He...he nothing, I can't even explain his actions or try. He never loved me. It was so easy for him to hurt and leave me-it's not like they're different. I should've known when he left me after he took my virginity but then again, I was in love. Was.

The car stops and I look around a street I thought I would never see again. I gasp when I see my parents waiting outside my old apartment building.

"Martin, no, please," I beg. "You can't leave me here."

He shakes his head then gestures for me to hold out my hands. He un-cuffs me and I hiss in pain, they had sunken into my skin and broke it.

"Take me to Lincoln's, please."

He ignores me and climbs out of the car then opens my door. I whimper. Martin sighs then steps away, my parents replace him. "Honey, please, come with us." My dad pleads.