Tethered

by Cinnamonacid

Summary:

You and Frank had always been stuck together, ever since the very beginning of your teenage years. You were always together, until you weren’t. Until things got complicated, and you left.

But little did you know that you both would meet again. Since you and him are tethered together.

Chapter 1: Part I- Bully

“Hi, um, can I ask you a question?” You said as you walked up to one of the caretakers, Ms.Annaliese.

It was your third day in your new group home, and you were still getting used to how things were around here. Things were a lot different from your last one, to say the least.

To start, the place was a bit bigger than the last home you were at, with three floors, four bathrooms, eight bedrooms, a rather roomy dinette, and a small playground and blacktop outside. And the atmosphere was definitely much different than your last home.

“Do you know where the washing machine is?” While the older woman gave her answer, you let your attention fall to the playground outside, listening to the excited chatter of children, watching as they played around with a smile.

But then, your eyes fell to the blacktop, and you spotted a group of boys your age, crowding around a younger one, pushing and harassing him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but judging by their tone, you doubted it could be anything good.

You had to do something, so you got the caretaker’s attention, pointing outside to where the boys were. “Uh, ma’am? Those boys are fighting.”

Well not fighting, because the smaller one wasn’t fighting back, but they were still doing something bad.

“Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying? The washing machine is down the hall and two the left.” She repeated, growing irritated and completely ignoring what you just said.

“But- They’re hurting him-”

“That’s not my problem. Go do the laundry like I told you to.” She said apathetically, and you couldn’t help but feel angry. Taking a small breath, you turned on your heel, walking off.

Picking up the laundry basket you once had in your hands, you made your way towards the washing machine but paused at the door. It was cracked open, and you couldn’t help the temptation that came over you.

Setting down the basket, you crept over to the door, opening it and watching the boys, hearing their conversation loud and clear. “Look at this freak, he can’t even run away right!”

“Who would he even run to? No one even cares about him enough to stop us. How pathetic.” The boy in the middle, who was leading this whole thing said.

And that made something come over you. Fury. Anger. As they continued to beat up the little boy, your body moved for you, and you sprinted over there, pushing the boys off of him.

“Leave him alone!” You snapped at them, looking over your shoulder at the younger male. He gazed back up at you, his eyes tearing up and his body trembling, seeming shocked by your actions.

“Aww look at that. What are you, his hero? That’s funny, he needs a girl to come and save him.” The brunette leader remarked, the others laughing at his statement. He had a smug look on his face, one that you glared at. You didn’t like this guy. Whoever he was, he was a jerk.

“What’s wrong with you guys? Do you seriously hate yourselves that much that you have to pick on someone smaller to feel better? You’re all pathetic. Go do something productive with your life and grow up.”

That made the boys stop and go quiet, and you turned away, helping the smaller child up to his feet, walking him back inside. “Come on, let’s get you some ice and bandaids for your scrapes.”

--

“Are you feeling better?” You asked, putting the last bandaid on the boy’s knee while he sat on the toilet. You both were in the bathroom, the one that had the medical kit and the medicine some of the kids needed.

While you bandaged him up, you had learned a few things about him. His name was Alex, and he was nine years old, four years younger than you.

He was so young, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he lost his parents. It always made you sad when you saw such young kids around here, the youngest being four, without parents. Without a family.

“Yeah, thank you.” Alex was shy and quiet, so you had to make conversation by asking him questions like this, most being simple things.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He murmured, and you tilted your head with a confused smile. “What? What do you mean?”

“You shouldn’t have stood up for me. No one stands up against Frank. If they do, then they’re his next victim, and he bullies them too.” Alex told you.

You frowned softly, putting the bandaids back in their cabinet, and the ice back in the refrigerator. “Frank, that’s the brown-haired guy in charge? The one who has those guys following him around like lost puppies?”

He nodded, his eyes all round with fear and honesty. “And why does he bully you?”

“One of his friends has language arts with me, and the teacher made me read to the class, but I’m not good at it, so I kept on messing up, and he made fun of me for it and said I couldn’t read. It’s not that I can’t, it’s just…the words get all jumbled in my head and stuff, and I flip around the letters.”

“Well, I’m not scared of Frank. And you shouldn’t be either.” You patted his head and messed with his dirty blonde locks a bit.

“Why not? He beats me up and says all these mean things about me.” He pouted.

“Well don’t listen to what he says, and if he hurts you, come get me okay? Cause I’ll kick his butt.” You grin at Alex, making him giggle.

It was nice seeing the little boy smile. Seeing him happy. One of your favorite things was making people happy. Especially when they’ve had such sad, troublesome lives, like him.

“Snack time!” You heard one of the caretakers call, Alex instantly perking up. He must’ve been hungry.

He got to his feet, moving over to the door and looking back at you over his shoulder. “You coming?”

“Shoot. I gotta go do the laundry. I completely forgot. Ms.Annaliese is gonna be pissed. Can you do me a favor and cover for me if she asks where I am? Thanks. And if Frank bothers you, don’t be afraid to come get me!” You said before rushing out of the room.

Chapter 2: Part I- Likeable

Summary:

Frank notices the attention you’re getting from people, and he can’t help but feel jealous.

 It wasn’t long until Frank started bullying you. Alex was right, and what he said is true. But it’s not like you were very surprised. You knew he would come after you, and you didn’t care. 

 

 And it’s been like that ever since. At least once a day, he would walk up to you and harass you in some way, that way being pulling your hair, pushing you, insulting you and mocking you, and if you had something in your hands, like a book, or a plate of food, he would smack it down. 

 

 You never say anything, of course. You know  that all he wanted was a reaction out of you. Something that could prove he had gotten the best of you. That he had hurt you. But you know better than to give him that satisfaction. 

 

 So, you didn’t. Whenever he knocked you down, whenever he pushed you around and taunted you, you just got back up again, continuing with your day. 

 

 You knew it irritated him, and you couldn’t help but feel pleased knowing that you had gotten under his skin instead. 

 

--

 

 “Alright, here, why don’t we start with this sentence?” You asked Alex, putting your finger down at the top of the page. You were helping him with his reading, sitting at one of the tables in the dining room. 

 

 You had been helping him for a while now, ever since you first offered it to him when you found out he was struggling. Now, four days a week, you two sit together for an hour and work on it together, where you would pick out a book from the library, and help him read it. 

 

 “The li-little lamb crossed the- the- the-”

 

 “The pasture.” You corrected. He nodded, repeating the word, before scratching his head and continuing. 

 

 You didn’t even notice Frank and his little group watching you two as you worked. His eyes focused on you, narrowing as he glared at you. 

 

 You were so annoying. You never cried or got angry at him, you just ignored him, always acting like you were so much better than him. You probably thought so too. But you weren’t. You were just some stupid, annoying, nobody. And he’s going to prove that to you today. 

 

 “Look, it’s the little idiot and his girlfriend. Why don’t we mess with them?” Frank turned to his friends who laughed and grinned at him like he knew they would. 

 

 Before they could though, a hoard of younger kids came rushing by, all running over to you. You dismissed Alex’s lesson, finishing up with him, and they all ran over to you, jumping onto you. 

 

 “Hi guys, how’s it going? Back from school so soon?” You patted their heads, messing with some hair. 

 

 “Yeah, it was fun. Our teacher handed out some super hard math homework, could you help us with it?” One of the kids asked you. 

 

 “Sure, how about you give me a bit and go play on the playground and get some free time to relax before you work?” You offered.  “But (y/n), we wanna play with you.” 

 

 Another whined and you sighed, smiling and shaking your head. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.” 

 

 Frank couldn’t believe what he was seeing. All of those kids were afraid of him, and those who weren’t were a part of his group. But they were still going over to you. Wanting to play with you. To be with you.  

 

 It was like they actually liked you. Like they actually wanted to be around you. But why would they want to be around a pathetic loser like you? 

 

 “Hey, Oscar, what’re you doing?” Frank called the boy, who was one of his friends. He froze, before turning back to him and walking over as if he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

 

 “I was just going to play with- um…” He trailed off, rubbing his neck and keeping his eyes glued to the floor. 

 

 “You were going to hang out with (y/n)? That freak?” Frank hissed, crossing his arms.  

 

 “Well, I mainly hang out with her because she helps with homework. She helps everyone. She helps Nick and Jack too.” Oscar said, making Frank look back at the boys standing behind him.

 

 The two shrunk under his gaze and Oscar managed to get away while he was distracted. You were poaching his friends now too? What the hell was up with you? You were really starting to piss him off. 

 

 “It’s not like we actually like her or whatever, she’s just very helpful with homework and stuff. She helps you understand things a lot better than teachers do.” Jack explained. 

 

 What was with you that made people like you so much? It’s not like he cared, he had plenty of friends and people that liked him too. He could light up a whole room if he wanted to. 

 

 But there was something different about the way people liked you. It seemed more general, more real, and less like they were trying to tell you what you were wanting to hear like they did with Frank. 

 

 But Frank knew why that was. He knew that a lot of people were scared of him, due to his bad temper. Almost everyone had seen him lash out and destroy things, and snap at people, even beating others up. But it normally didn’t go that far, not unless he’s having a really bad episode. 

 

 Still, people saw the worst of him, and he knew they feared it. That’s why most tried to get him on his good side, and others didn’t fight back when he bullied them. 

 

 You were different though. You weren’t afraid of him, despite what he did to you. Despite how he constantly harassed you, how he tried to ruin your day and make your life horrible, you weren’t scared at all, no. 

 

 He had no idea what you felt about him, and that was what he found scary. The fear of the unknown. But he still told himself that he doesn’t care what others think of him, especially not you, even though he knew that wasn’t true. Instead, he made himself think that you hate him since that was the only thing he could bear. The only thing he could handle. Hatred . 

Chapter 3: Part I- Rumors

Summary:

Unhappy with the attention you’re getting, Frank attempts to shake it with other methods.

 There was something up. You didn’t know if you were having an off day or whatever, but it seemed that wherever you went, everyone was avoiding you.

 

 You would walk towards someone, and they’d end up running the other way. If you locked eyes with them, they would suddenly find the floor a lot more interesting. And if you tried talking with someone, they would ignore you or would tell you to go away. Even your closest friends were avoiding you, and it really hurt your feelings.

 

 You knew something was off, and you had a good feeling about who it was. Frank. Of course, it was. Who else could it be?

 

 But before you set out to confront him, you went to talk with Alex. He would tell you what was going on. He had before when you first met him, and he told you whenever Frank was bothering him. 

 

 You trusted him, and he trusted you. He was your friend and you helped him. That was all you ever wanted in the first place. 

 

 You found the boy sitting alone in his room, doing his math homework. “Hey Alex, how’s it going?” 

 

 He didn’t reply, just glanced up at you before looking back down at his worksheet, scribbling something down. “Uhm okay then. What’re you doing?” 

 

 You leaned over, trying to get a look at his sheet. Alex tucked it against his chest, not letting you see. “You know, you could’ve just told me you were doing homework, I would’ve helped you.”

 

 “Go away.” He finally said, pulling his eyes away from the sheet and now glaring at you. He looked mad, hurt, betrayed. But why? What did you do? 

 

 “Jeez, what's your problem? In fact, what’s going on with everyone today? Why are they trying to avoid me?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips and furrowing your brows. 

 

 Alex sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get you to leave without telling you what you wanted. “It’s Frank. He said- He said that you don’t want to be friends with any of us. That you’re just using us so you can get adopted.” 

 

 “What?” You snapped, feeling the anger and shock flow through you, before taking a deep breath and adjusting your tone. “And you believe him?” 

 

 “Yeah, I mean, why would you want to hang out with me? I’m just some stupid loser, who can’t even read. You can just hang out with all the weird kids so it’ll make you look better.”He dropped his homework to the side, keeping his eyes on the floor now.

 

 You inhaled deeply, calming yourself, before crouching down to his level so you could speak to him. “Alex. You’re not some stupid loser. I want to hang out with you because I want to be your friend. You’re smart, funny, and unique. You’re one in a million. That’s why I want to be your friend. Not because of some dumb rumor Frank’s spreading around, okay?” 

 

 His frown turned into a small smile, and he nodded, locking eyes with you again. “Okay.” 

 

 “Now, I need to go have a little chat with Frank.” 

 

--

 

 You found Frank sitting in the dining room with a group of boys around him. Some you recognized, some you didn’t. Some you spent time with, helping them with school work. Others you even played on the playground with. 

 

 Taking a deep breath, you marched up to Frank, preparing what you were going to say in your head. “Hey Frank, Frank.” You called his name, getting his attention and interrupting the conversation he was having with the other boys. 

 

 “Yeah?” He sneered, finally responding and looking over at you, eyeing you with a smug grin on his face. He finally did it. Finally made you upset, and you could tell he was satisfied. But not for long.

 

 “I know you’ve been saying things about me to everyone. I know you’ve been spreading rumors and saying how I’m using people for my own gain, and I just have one question for you. Are you that threatened by me that you have to do this? Are you that scared? It’s sad. I’ve never done anything to you and you have to act like this.” 

 

 The words came out much more angry, more powerful than you intended, but you didn’t care. He deserved to hear that. He needed to hear that. And judging by the look on his face, it had just the impact that you wanted. 

 

 The boys around him seemed quite surprised themselves, murmuring and whispering things amongst themselves. “He’s scared of her? A girl?”

 

 “I’m not scared of her!” Frank shouted, shutting all of them up, practically seething at you. He got to his feet, walking over to you and towering over you. “I’m not scared of you. You’re just some dumb, annoying, girl who’s in my way.”

 

 You didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, glaring back at him, your resolve unwavering. “I’m not scared of you either, Frank. And maybe that’s what you should be worried about. Maybe your friends would want to go to someone that treats them with kindness. Not someone who yells at them like a spoiled brat whenever they don’t get what they want.” 

 

 He growled, grinding his teeth together and raising his fist. “I’ll give you something to be afraid of!”

 

 “Hurting me won’t do anything. I won’t be scared of you. I won’t move. What would you get out of this huh? Do you seriously think it’ll make you feel better? Because it won’t.” That made him drop his arm and turn away from you, shoving you, making you stumble and lose balance, falling to the ground. “Just- Stay out of my way.” 

 

 With that, he stormed off, leaving you and the others behind. What was left of the boys all stood there, gaping at you. You ignored their prying eyes, sighing softly and brushing yourself off, your eyes following Frank’s retreating figure. 

 

 You shook your head, walking off by yourself. You were going to have to deal with him somehow, but when? And how? 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4: Part I- Foster Care

Summary:

You find out some shocking news about being moved to foster care, and choose who will be joining you.

 The sound of voices downstairs managed to wake you, pulling you out of your drowsy haze. You sat up in your bed, stretching and looking over at the analog clock on the nightstand beside you. You overslept, and no one bothered to wake you. 

 

 To be fair, you didn’t have a roommate or anything, but either a caretaker or one of your friends would wake you. Today though, people seemed preoccupied. So, you got changed and ready for the day, before walking downstairs and joining the others. 

 

 And it was quite the sight. There were groups of children and teens all talking amongst themselves, with no adults to be seen. You spotted one of your friends, April, standing in one of the larger groups. She was a few years younger than you but was older than a lot of the other children. 

 

 “What’s happening?” You asked after weaving through the other kids and adolescents to speak with her.

 

 “Apparently, there are too many kids here. So they’re trying to get us out. The younger ones are being looked at for adoption and sent to orphanages, and the older ones are going into foster care, and whatever’s left is staying.” She explained. 

 

 Something like this had happened before, in your old group home, where they had grown too overcrowded and had to get rid of the kids living there to make room for new ones, so it wasn't that surprising to you. It is a little different though since you never went into foster care before, only got put into other group homes. You couldn’t help but find the idea intimidating. 

 

 Maybe someone could help you sort this whole thing out and give you more details. So, you opted to go over to one of the adults and figure everything out. Mainly, you just wanted to know where you were going and what was going to happen next. 

 

 The first adult you could find was Ms.Jacobs. Now, she was one of the kinder and more gentle of the caretakers, but she was vacant, and not there when you needed her, like most of the adults around here. Usually, you just had to fend for yourself, like your peers did. 

 

 “Hey Ms.Jacobs, I heard that some kids are going to foster care and orphanages? And I just wanted to see if I’m going to foster care.” You greeted her. 

 

 “Yes, honey, I’m afraid you will be.” She answered, shutting down any hope you had of staying. “Oh, well, do you know where I’m going?”

 

 “No, just that it’s anywhere but here.” She shrugged. 

 

 You let out a sigh, before giving her a small smile. “Can I ask you a favor? Can you have Alex come with me?” 

 

 “Alex already has a family looking into him for adoption which he’s staying with, I’m sorry.”

 

 Shock, pain, and happiness all hit you at once, making you experience quite the wave of emotions. Now, you were happy for Alex. He finally found a family that will love him and care for him the way he deserves to be.

 

 But he just left without even saying goodbye, and that hurt you deeply. After all you went through together, you thought you two were close. But now you guessed not.  

 

 “Why don’t you ask for another one of your friends and I’ll see what I can do.” She offered, and you looked over your shoulder, glancing around the room at the others before you came to a decision.

 

--

 

 You sat alone at the table, messing with your fingers, looking down at the floor with a small frown on your face. There weren’t many left in the dining room, due to the fact that most were packing up and preparing to leave. So you spent this alone time reflecting. 

 

 You hadn’t even noticed someone joined you, until you heard an all too familiar voice. It was Frank’s. He was alone, and so were you, no one else there to see or hear the conversation. 

 

 “Hey, where’s that idiot that follows you around all the time?” He remarked, earning a glare from you. You really weren’t in the mood for this right now. 

 

 “He’s not an idiot, and he’s not here anymore. He got adopted.” You replied, not sure as to why you even bothered with him. 

 

 “Wow, really? That’s a suprise, especially considering how much of a freak he was. I mean, the kid couldn’t even read-”

 

 “Can you not be a jerk for five seconds? God. And Alex was dyslexic. You and your friends were making fun of a kid just because he learned differently from you. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” Getting to your feet, you turned away and stormed out of the room, leaving Frank shocked. 

 

--

 

 You didn’t get much sleep that night, due to everything going on. You tossed and turned, unable to sit still, unable to relax and focus. You were so upset with all that was happening. With yourself, with Frank, with Alex, with having to leave, so many things. 

 

 It got to the point where you just gave up sleeping as a whole, getting up and packing your things, and even picking out your outfit for the day. Once you finished up with all of that, you laid back in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, before your eyelids eventually grew heavy, and you shut them, inevitably letting yourself rest. 

 

 Unfortunately, your rest only lasted so long, and the next thing you know, the sound of a door opening woke you up. Someone sat on the edge of your bed, shaking you out of your sleepy haze. “(Y/n), (y/n), get up.”

 

 “Hmm.” You mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, looking over at the caretaker who was in front of you. It was Ms.Annaliese, who seemed in a more urgent mood than usual. Which didn’t surprise you, considering all that was going on. 

 

 “You have to get ready. You’re heading off to your new foster home in about an hour, and Frank’s going with you, so, just get ready.”

 

Chapter 5: Part I- Living Adjustments

Summary:

You begin to get accustomed to your new life, and spending every waking minute with Frank, the boy you can’t stand, but care for.

 After spending a quick month and a half in that group home, you were moved to foster care with your bully, Frank. For the past two weeks, you’ve been living with him and your new foster parents, Mr. and Mrs.Lawrence. 

 

 It was strange, calling them parents, considering that you hadn’t been assigned to parents ever since yours passed. And they were definitely nothing like your parents. Now, living with them wasn’t horrible, it’s just…different. 

 

 While Mrs.Lawrence is more sympathetic she isn’t home as often, working the night shift as a nurse, sleeping during the day, while you and Frank attend school. And Mr.Lawrence is a deadbeat.

 

  Most of the time, he just sits on the couch, drinking beer and watching tv. He’s also very short-tempered, snapping at you and Frank on the very first day you arrived, making you afraid and Frank angry. 

 

 The school you go to isn’t that great either, especially since your foster home is in the bad part of town. You aren’t that surprised, considering that the school you went to at your group home wasn’t that great either, but you just supposed it’s something you have to get used to. 

 

 When you are home, you and Frank are left to do all the chores around the house. At least, what you have to do for yourselves. Clean the dishes, keep your room clean, do your laundry, take care of yourself, make meals, etc. 

 

 You don’t even eat dinner together, since you all eat at different times, and have different schedules and seemingly different lives. The only time you even interact with each other is if you see one another in the hall. You still are stuck with Frank though, having classes with him, and doing chores with him, which is just great.

 

 The life you’re living now is hard, harder than it was at the group home. But you know you’ll get used to it. You have to. You’re just…scared.

 

 And you have to hand it to Frank, he doesn’t seem afraid at all. While you do your best to hide your fear, you know deep down you’re terrified and lonely, and sad. But it seems like he’s been put through the wringer a lot more than you have, and he’s stronger than you.

 

 Maybe you should be mean like him. Maybe that’s your only way of surviving out here. But you don’t want to be. You know better than that. Your parents taught you better than that. 

 

 You were taught to be compassionate and open, to give people second chances. While a person may seem horrible, they may just need to heal. They may just have had a tough life, they may just need kindness, and that’s what you’re supposed to give. But never had you expected it to be so hard, especially considering how difficult the people you live with are. 

 

--

 

 Groaning, you laid down on the bed, dropping your backpack in your room. It’s been a long, exhuastung day, and all you want to do is sleep. But you know you can’t, because you still have some chores and homework you have to do. 

 

 So after a couple of long moments, you walked out to the living room, where Frank was sitting on the couch, watching tv. “Hey. Where’s Mr.Lawrence?”

 

 “I don’t know.” He replied, his eyes not moving from the tv. “He wasn’t here when I got home, he’s probably out doing something. Or who knows, maybe his fat ass finally got diabetes from sitting around so much and he’s dead in a ditch somewhere.” 

 

 You would tell him not to speak so harshly, but you’re too tired, and the bad part of you does think that would be nice. Now, you don’t want him dead, even someone as rotten as him doesn’t deserve that. All you want is for him to just leave you be. 

 

 Unfortunately, you know that’s not happening, so you stand in front of Frank, blocking off the tv to make sure he was paying attention to you. “Did you do your chores?”

 

 “No.” He replied apathetically, not caring, and angering you even more. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, exhaling deeply before speaking.

 

 “I thought we had a deal on doing this together. You do half and I do half. Why didn’t you?” You questioned him.

 

 “Because I had basketball practice.” He tried moving around you to see the tv, but you kept it blocked off. 

 

 “You had- what? You’re on a basketball team now? Why didn’t you tell me? I told you I was staying late after school, if you said something we could’ve just figured this out.” You’re getting even more irritated by the second. 

 

 Frank finally moved his eyes from the tv, now glaring at you, while you glared right back at him, putting your hands on your hips. “I know you don’t like me, but can’t you at least try to talk to me?” 

 

 “Fine, I’ll talk. But I’m not sure you want me to, considering that the old drunk is probably going to be home any second now, and I wonder what he’ll do when he sees the two of us not doing anything. I mean, I don’t care what he’ll do. But I’m sure you will. ” He remarked, crossing his arms and grinning smugly at you. 

 

 You sighed in defeat, shaking your head and walking away from him. You just wasted the past ten minutes arguing with him, when you could’ve been productive and getting the chores you’re now behind on down. There’s no point in talking with him, he’s too stubborn, you might as well just try to get things done now. 

 

 “Screw you, Frank. Why do you always have to make things so difficult?” You muttered under your breath, but somehow, he managed to hear you.

 

 “What was that?”

 

 Before anything else could be said, the doorknob twisted, and you rushed over to the kitchen, grabbing a dirty plate from the dishwasher and getting to work. It’s him, Mr.Lawrence, and it doesn’t look like he’s in a good mood. 

 

 He looked over at Frank, who was still watching tv without a care in the world. “The hell are you doing?”

 

 “Watching tv,” Frank answered. “Get your lazy ass off the couch and go help (y/n).”

 

 You smiled to yourself. For once, it seemed like Mr.Lawrence actually wanted to help you. Like someone is on your side. You continued to scrub at the dishes, Frank now joining you. 

 

 “Why don’t you dry off the dishes and load them into the dryer?” You offered, handing him a plate.

 

 He snatched it from your hands with a scowl on his face, shoving it into the dryer. You frowned at his harsh movements, beginning to hand him more tableware after cleaning it. 

 

 You hesitantly pulled out a very nice plate, one that was made of China. It was very expensive, and you knew it had to be handled with care. “I can do this one.”

 

 “What? You think I can’t handle it? Let me have it.” He grabbed the other side of the plate, tugging it roughly and jerking you forward, making you even more nervous. 

 

 “Frank, stop it! You’re going to break it.” You pulled back, speaking quietly so Mr.Lawrence couldn’t hear you, but Frank kept his grip on the plate. “Just let me hold it!”

 

“No!” You pulled back as hard as you could, causing the plate to fall and shatter between the both of you. You put a hand to your mouth, watching as Mr.Lawrence turned to face both of you.

 

 This was all your fault. You broke the plate, and Mr.Lawrence was going to hurt you. Oh no. No. No. No-

 

  “It was me- I did it.” Frank interrupted. “I broke the plate.” 

 

  What? Frank just covered for you. But why?

Chapter 6: Part I-Debts

Summary:

You feel bad for having Frank cover up for you, so you try to repay him and make things equal between you two.

Notes:

TW: Themes if Child abuse in this chapter

 Biting at your nails nervously, your eyes flicked around your room. It was late at night, everyone in their rooms already asleep, you assumed, except for you. You were far too awake, too jumpy and anxious, too guilty from the previous events of the night. 

 

 He hit Frank. He hit him hard. And he would’ve hit you if Frank had just told the truth. Why did he cover for you? It’s not like you wanted him to. It’s not like you asked for it. Why couldn’t he have just let you take your punishment and move on? 

 

 It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. The only thing you can control is what you do now. And right now, you need to make it up to Frank. 

 

 So, you hopped off your bed, and walked out of your room, creeping out to the kitchen. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you grabbed some ice cubes and put them in a plastic baggie, tying it up. 

 

  Good enough. You thought to yourself, before walking over to Frank’s room and knocking on the door. 

 

 “Frank, pssst, Frank you awake?” You whispered through the door, pressing your ear up against it to see if you’d get a response.

 

 It was silent for a bit before you heard his voice, which was small and quiet and feigning annoyance. “Go away.” 

 

 “I-I brought you some ice, for your eye. And I just want to say thank you for what you did tonight. I’m sorry this happened. I’ll just leave you alone now.” You said, leaning up against the door for a moment, before turning away and leaving. 

 

 Right as you went into your room, you heard Frank’s door open and shut, and the bags of ice being shifted. A small smile crossed your lips. At least he took it. 

 

 You knew this didn’t make you even. Not in the slightest. But it was a step in the right direction. And who knows, maybe you two could become friends, like you always hoped to be. 

 

--

 

 Frank hissed in pain as he put the ice on his black eye, leaning back on his bed. He was such an idiot. Why did he do that? He wasn’t even thinking and he just said it and ugh- his head throbbed in pain. 

 

 Turns out the drunk bastard can throw a good punch, after all. 

 

 Frank always knew that if he wanted to make it in this world, he could only look out for himself. That’s what he told himself throughout the group homes and foster care, so why did he stick his neck out for you?

 

 Because he was being a moron, that’s why. But he knew that wasn’t the truth. He knew it was something else. 

 

 Maybe it was because he knew you would do the same for him. Or maybe it was because he saw how scared you had gotten, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to take it.  

 

 While he would never admit it out loud, Frank knew you were strong. But you’re not strong enough for this. Not yet anyway. You’re too new, too kind. Something like this could break you, and Frank wouldn’t be able to bear seeing that. 

 

  Wait, what the hell? Did that asshole punch him so hard that he got a concussion or something? Why was he having these thoughts about you? Why did he feel all fuzzy inside? 

 

 He really needs to get it together and get as far away as he can from you. 

 

-- 

 

 Frank walked down the school hallway, feeling all eyes on him. This wasn’t the first time he went to school with a black eye, and he doubted it would be the last. 

 

 You followed him closely behind, noticing the glances cast his way as well. Picking up the pace, you went beside him, now walking with him. “Hey.” 

 

 “What?” He asked, seemingly uninterested in your presence. You two never really hung out outside of home, and you figured he liked it that way. But you couldn’t help but check up on him.

 

 “I just wanted to see how you’re feeling, after last night and all.” You began, clutching your bag a little tighter than usual, flashing Frank a nervous smile. 

 

 “I’m fine, Let’s just forget about it okay?” He dismissed, glaring at you. You took a small breath, trying to stay patient. “Okay, sorry.”  

 

 With that, the boy walked ahead of you, making you frown. It’s always so hard being nice to him when he's such a pain. Can’t he just let you be grateful and quit being so stubborn? 

 

 Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling for you to get to class. So, you rushed off, still looking over your shoulder and back at Frank as you went. 

 

--

 

 “Dude, what happened to your eye?” One of the boys sitting in front of Frank asked, turning in his seat to face him. 

 

 Frank shrugged with a grin, telling the same old story he always does when people ask him that. “I got into a fight with some older kids.” 

 

 “Woah, seriously? That’s so cool. Did you win?” The boy questioned, the other students sitting beside Frank now staring at him in awe.

 

 “Yeah, trust me, you should see the other guys. I beat the shit outta them.” Frank bragged, letting himself indulge in his little fantasy rather than face the cruel truth.  

 

 And to be honest, winning a fight with some older kids sounded much cooler than protecting you from your abusive guardian. It wasn’t just that though. He knew if he told the truth, he would have to get moved again, and that was always a pain. 

 

 “Gentlemen in the back, do you have anything you would like to add?” The teacher asked, making the boys all go quiet. “No? Then keep quiet and pay attention. This lesson is very important.” 

 

 As the teacher went back to what he was saying, Frank’s mind drifted elsewhere, off to you. You seemed more shaken up about what happened than he was, which he didn’t find surprising. He wouldn’t even be surprised if this was your first time facing these types of parents. Bad ones. Ones that Frank’s lived with for all his life. 

 

 But he was sure you would get used to it. Not that he cared or anything. He just needed to get you out of his head.

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Part I- Friends

Summary:

Frank’s having a bad day, and so are you. You get into an argument with him that reveals your true intentions.

 Weeks had passed ever since Frank stood up for you, and it felt like things had changed. For you, at least. Despite it now being a while ago, and Frank wanting to forget it all, you still feel like you owe him. 

 

 You’ve been trying to be kinder and more patient with him, you’ve been trying to help him, to be there for him, but almost all your attempts would be shot down. He would call you annoying, tell you to leave him alone or go away, or ignore you completely. But you were still determined to help. 

 

 It seemed like today could be your chance, as you now sit in math class, watching Frank stare at his test in frustration, running a hand through his hair and gripping his pencil tightly. He doesn’t know what to do. You offered to study with him, which he of course, rejected. 

 

 Your eyes fell back to your test, looking over your answers, before finishing it up and turning it in. Most of the class was done, leaving Frank and a few other students to complete it. You looked over at the clock. He only had five minutes left in class. 

 

 And those five minutes went by fast, because the next thing you knew, the teacher was taking the tests off the student’s desks. “Times up. You all have to turn in your tests now.” 

 

 She said, the bell ringing as she spoke. You collected your things, watching the teacher stand by Frank’s desk. “Frank, your grades are dropping quite a bit, staying after school for help or getting a tutor might help-”

 

 “It’s fine.” He interrupted, glaring at her. You had heard this conversation dozens of times before, it happened at least every time there was a test or quiz. Frank could never finish them. 

 

 “Just give it a try. I’m sure (y/n) could help, she tutors other students around here, and you two seem well acquainted.” 

 

 Right as Frank’s gaze landed on you, you turned away, zipping up your backpack, and walking out of class. You knew he wouldn’t want help, especially not from you, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.  

 

--

 

 Frank was in a shitty mood. Like the kind that wants to beat up some brats and cause trouble type of mood. Scowling to himself, he walked down the hallway, grabbing his bag tightly. 

 

 If anyone stood in his way, if anyone ticked him off, he would snap. And it seemed like most of his peers understood that, considering they all moved away from him, looking at him with concerned and afraid glances, and looking away when he caught them. He was one of the bigger kids, so it made sense why they were so scared, that and his nasty temper. 

 

 Seeing his group of friends, Frank walked over, joining them. It was a group of boys, all in his grade, and some a year younger who thought they were tough enough. 

 

 “Did you take that math test today?” One of the boys, Christian asked, speaking about one of the main sources of Frank’s anger.

 

 “Yeah, that sucked.” Another boy, Lucas added, causing Frank to immediately chime in on the conversation. “I know, right? Mrs.Shelby is such a bitch.” 

 

 “What’re you guys talking about? That test was easy. You just have to study.” Brad remarked. He always liked to brag about himself, which ticked Frank off, and today, it pushed him over the edge.  

 

 Grabbing Brad by his collar, Frank slammed him up against the locker. “Don’t you ever shut up? Quit being some know-it-all nerd and get a life.” 

 

 Before Frank could continue his beat down, you came in, pulling him off of Brad. “Stop it, Frank. Leave him alone.” 

 

 “Oh god, here we go.” Frank pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Of course, you had to join in on this. You always got in his way and it was so irritating. 

 

 “I know, you’re mad, but you don’t have to take it out on him. Why don’t we go talk about this?” You offered, trying to calm him down, but only angering him even more. 

 

 “Do you always have to get in the way of everything I do? Can’t you see I don’t want anything to do with you? Just go away!” He snapped, watching your expression turn from shocked to upset.

 

 “I’ve tried so hard, Frank. All I ever wanted was to help you. I just wanted to be your friend, you jerk!” You exclaimed, before storming off past him, with tears in your eyes.  

 

--

 

 Frank made you cry. He never did that before. Normally when he made other kids cry, he thought of it as an accomplishment, feeling successful and laughing in the kids’ faces.. But with you, all he felt was guilt. 

 

 For the rest of the day, all he could think of was you. Worrying and feeling even worse about what he did. One part of him was upset about hurting you, while the other was mad at himself for even caring about you. For being so weak. 

 

 But then he remembered the way you looked at them, your eyebrows furrowed, those tears welling up in your eyes, and when you ran past him, rubbing your face and pushing the tears away. He felt horrible.  

 

 And it wasn’t just that. You said you wanted to be his friend. No one ever said that to him. Not sincerely, anyways. You wanted to help him, and he just pushed you away. He screwed up, big time.

 

--

 

 Sitting on the side of your bed, you rested your face on your hands. Why did you even bother with him anymore? It wasn’t like it mattered. You both had your own friends, your own lives. Why do you keep on trying to get involved in Frank’s? 

 

 He was rude, and mean, and he never let anyone get close to him. So how could you? Why didn’t you just give up? At this point, you wanted nothing more than to just give up and let him go, but you knew you couldn’t. 

 

 Sighing, you looked over at the photo on your dresser. It was a picture of your parents. One you brought with you throughout the daycares. One that could help you remember them. What they looked like, how they spoke with you, how they taught you. 

 

  What would your mother say? 

 

 You already knew. She would tell you not to give up. That there was a reason why he acted that way. He didn’t get the privilege of being treated with love or care like you did. He was terrified of getting hurt so he never let anyone near. But you had a chance. You could change his life and make sure he didn’t go down the wrong road. You could help him. 

 

 And that’s just what you were going to do. 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Chapter 8: Part I- Move On

Summary:

Once again, you and Frank were moved from foster care, and into a new home.

 After putting your bag in the trunk, you rounded the side of the car, opening the door and hopping in, taking a seat beside Frank. He was already buckled in his seat and ready to go, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, and he faced away from you, looking out the window, resting his chin on his palm. 

 

 It only took a month or two of you and Frank staying with the Lawrences for someone to find out about the abuse. Most of it was towards Frank if he mouthed off or did something wrong, but you managed to get a slap or two as well, and it didn’t feel good. 

 

 Still, you didn’t say a word about it, fearing the consequences, and neither did Frank. Not until one of the teachers started noticing his bruises. 

 

 They reported it to the agency, and the next thing you knew, you were being moved. Frank wasn’t happy about it at all, he even got mad at you and asked if you said anything, but you managed to tell him otherwise. 

 

 You knew he was just getting settled in, so you could understand his frustration. It wasn’t easy being moved around this much. You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s had to do this. 

 

 The sound of your buckle clicking managed to get his attention, making him look over at you. You smiled at him, murmuring a small, “Hi” and for a moment, a small moment, you saw his lips twitch to something that was almost a smile before he turned away. 

 

 “Do you guys have everything? It’s going to be a long trip, so double-check now.” The driver told you, before starting the car.

 

 Soon enough, you two were off, leaving the Lawrence house forever. You glanced back at it as you left, and as it came out of view, you let out a small sigh, before facing forward in your seat. 

 

 What happened there is in the past now. You were going to heal from it, but now you have to focus on your new home and your new life. 

 

 “Hey, hey,” Frank called, making you snap out of your thoughts and glance over at him. “This part normally sucks to go through, so, uh, thanks.” 

 

 “You’re welcome.” You weren’t exactly sure what he was thanking you for, but you weren’t going to take it for granted. He gave you a small nod, before looking out the window once again, plugging in his earbuds, and listening to music on his Walkman.

 

 You looked out the window for a while, glancing at the open terrain and landscapes before letting yourself slowly drift off to sleep. 

 

--

 

 Frank gazed at you as you slept, your body limp, soft snores falling from your lips, smiling to himself. It was nice, not having to go through this alone, not having to start over from scratch, and having at least one person know him and stick with him. 

 

 He didn’t get it. You were so persistent. You refused to leave him. When the foster agency offered to take you to another family, you refused, demanding you stay with him, but why? All he ever did was be a jerk to you and he barely even apologized for it. (Except for that time he made you cry, he felt horrible, and he couldn’t help but say something.) Still, you stayed with him, and it made him feel…safe. 

 

 As the driver rounded a corner, your body shifted its weight, leaning towards him. Slowly, Frank moved towards you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. 

 

 You smiled to yourself, not waking, but snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck, mumbling something under your breath. He could feel his heart pounding as he looked down at you… cute. 

 

--

 

 “We’re here.” The driver said, waking both of you, and making Frank jump and move away, praying that you didn’t see. Luckily, you were in a deeper sleep, only waking afterwards. 

 

 You both walked out to see a house that was much bigger than the last. It wasn’t huge, but it was much better than any other place you stayed in foster care or group homes. “Mrs.Anderson is waiting for you inside.”  

 

 You and Frank both entered the home, finding the blonde-haired woman working in the kitchen. It smelled good, making your stomach growl slightly. This place was much better than your last home. 

 

 “Oh, hello, you two. It’s nice meeting you. My name is Molly. You can call me whatever you want. Mrs.Anderson, Molly, maybe even Mom, if you’re comfortable with it.” She introduced with a warm smile.

 

 “I’m (y/n), and this is Frank. It’s nice to meet you.” You replied, smiling back, while Frank just gave a small nod, not saying anything. 

 

 “How about you two go upstairs and go get settled?  You’ll be sharing a room across from your foster sister, Emily. It’s the first door on the left.” She told you. 

 

 You and Frank walked upstairs and to your room. It had two small beds, both on either side of the room. The room was small, but cozy, with two small dressers, and one nightstand between both of the beds with a lamp on it. 

 

 As both of you got unpacked, you looked over your shoulder, peeking at Frank’s belongings. You never saw the inside of his room, so you didn’t get to see what he carried with him. 

 

 He had some clothes, his Walkman, and a silver heart-shaped locket. Despite it being slightly worn down, you thought it was beautiful. “Where’d you get that from?” 

 

 “It was my mother’s. You can have it if you want.” He answered simply, handing it to you. You refused at first, but after some reassurance you let him give it to you. 

 

 “Was she a good mom?” You blurted. Out of all the questions, you had to ask about his parents. Good going, (y/n). 

 

 “No, she sucked.” He admitted, laughing softly, surprisingly not angry. “What about your parents?“

 

 “They were great. The best I could ever ask for, actually.” You replied, a soft, sad smile crossing your lips. 

 

 “What happened to them?” 

 

 “Well, one got in a car crash, and the other got sick. My grandparents are too old to take care of me and my parents were both only children. Bad luck, I guess.” You looked down at your clothes, folding them and putting them in a drawer, refusing to make eye contact with Frank. “(Y/n), I-”

 

You took a deep breath, interrupting him and waving it off like it was nothing, even though he could tell it wasn’t.  “It’s fine. I’m starving. Let’s go down stairs and get something to eat.” 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

This chap was kinda rushed, but I still like it a lot. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 9: Part I- Letters

Summary:

After getting used to your new home, you try to help Frank find a new outlet for his anger.

 Your new foster home is nice. Almost a little too nice. It’s a pleasantry you never got to experience, considering how your parents constantly toed the line of lower middle class and poverty. You can’t help but feel out of place here. 

 

 Frank said it’s because you have such a clean record, and good behavior that you get the nicer houses, and you aren’t sure if that’s good or bad. He was basically acting like you’re a chicken, but he also thanked you, so you don’t know what to think of it. 

 

 Speaking of, Frank’s been a lot nicer to you lately. Having much more patience, not yelling or screaming, even if you did something that annoyed him. He even seemed like he wanted to spend time with you. Maybe it’s because you got him here, or maybe you’re actually making progress with him, but either way, you appreciate seeing this side of him, and you hope you can see it more. 

 

 Who he hasn’t had much patience with, however, is Emily, your new foster sister. It wasn’t like you could blame him though, even you can’t stand her, and you have a lot of patience with people. 

 

 She just always acts like a spoiled brat, freaking out when she doesn’t get her way, and whining about the smallest inconveniences. She’s also very nasty to people, making snippy comments at them, and being rude, especially to Frank, considering how she knew it would piss him off. 

 

 But that’s not the worst part, the worst part is her best friend, Nathan. He’s one of the things influencing her to be such a little jerk, and he’s older and more annoying. 

 

 What makes it worse is that it’s harder for Frank to control his temper around him. While Emily is some bratty tiny eight-year-old girl, Nathan is ten, and he’s bigger, big enough to give Frank a good reason to beat him up, which always results in you having to constantly supervise the two and keep Frank calm. 

 

 Today isn’t any different, with you managing to separate the two boys from one another, and you now sitting in your room with Frank. He paced around in circles angrily, his hands balled up into fists, steam practically flying from his ears. 

 

 “I swear, the moment I get my hands on that little shit, I’ll-” 

 

 “Okay, instead of hurting anyone or breaking anything, why don’t you have another outlet for your anger?” You suggested, making him pause and look over at you. “What?” 

 

 You went under your bed, pulling out your (f/c) notebook. “This is something my parents taught me. When I’m mad or upset with people, I write them letters, but I don’t send them. I just get all my emotions out, and I feel better after. You should try it.”

 

 “Seriously? Wait, have you written about me in there? Let me see.” He reached over for the notebook, but you moved away, not letting him touch it. 

 

 “No, you’re missing the point. Stop, stop.” You whined, moving away, while he kept on trying to grab your journal, lunging at you. You pushed him away, but he continued trying to get it, almost wrestling with you at one point. 

 

 “Just listen!” You snapped, finally getting him to stop. He stepped back, putting his hands in pockets. “Sorry, Jeez.” 

 

 You sighed softly, clutching the notebook close to you. “You have all this pent-up anger, it would be much better to get it out through something healthy, like this.” 

 

 “There’s no way I’m writing some stupid letter about some stupid brat.” He protested while you tore a paper out of your notebook. He looked away from it when you offered it to him, crossing his arms.  

 

 “Can you quit being a pain and just try it, please? For me?” You waved the paper in front of him, with a pleading smile, making him sigh and snatch it from your hands. “Fine.” 

 

 “Great. Now, I’m not going to read it, so you can write whatever you want. I’ll be back in a bit.” You told him, handing him a pencil. 

 

 --

 

 Frank sat there, glancing at the clock on the wall, watching it tick quietly. This is so stupid. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He doesn’t even know what to say. 

 

 So, he started doodling. Just a few drawings here and there, one of a little skull, another of him beating up that little brat Nathan, and another of him throwing him off a cliff.

 

 Just then, the door clicked open, with you walking through, and making his lookup. “How’s it coming along?” 

 

 You glanced over his shoulder, only to find the doodles. “Frank, you’re supposed to be writing!”

 

 “But that’s so boring.” He whined, slumping back against the wall. “One sentence. Just one measly sentence will make you feel better. That’s all I ask.”’

 

 “Alright, alright.” He waved you off, wanting you to quit your nagging. After a few moments of thinking, he finally got it. 

 

  Dear little shit for brains, 

 

 I hate you. You’re so annoying and irritating, I just want to pummel you deep into the Earth so far that you hit the core and melt into it. Just shut up for five minutes and leave me alone. 

 

  You were right. He does feel better. In fact, he wanted to write more. Not about that brat, but you, so, he flipped the paper, starting to write again. This time, he didn’t feel like addressing it, just getting right to the point instead. 

 

  I like you. More than most people. More than anyone. I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but you still make me feel different. Better. It’s almost indescribable honestly. You are the only one who hasn’t abandoned me. I don’t know why you stick with me but I’m thankful that you do. I don’t deserve you. 

 

 You’re kind to everyone, even me. Not that I deserve it. And you’re smart and you’re really pretty and I like the dimples you get on your cheeks when you smile and 

 

  The sound of footsteps coming upstairs and nearing the room made Frank panic, scratching out all his words on the page until it all became a jumbled, unreadable mess.

 

 You opened the door, walking into the room. “So, how do you feel? Any better?” 

 

 “I guess.” He shrugged, acting all aloof and uninterested. You frowned at his behavior, taking a deep breath, and sitting on the bed across from him. 

 

 “Oh well, I guess it doesn’t work for everyone. But hey, at least you tried it right? So, thanks.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 10: Part I- Charity

Summary:

After attending the charity drive, you and your foster family go to the dance after.

 You’ve been to a few charity drives before with your parents. They always prioritized others’ needs before their own, and it was what they taught you, despite how little you had in your childhood, you were taught to give to others, not to take for yourself. 

 

 Today, you, Frank, Emily, and Ms.Anderson worked at the foster drive. Unsurprisingly, both Frank and Emily complained the whole day. “Mommy, my feet hurt. Can I go sit down?” 

 

 “Fine, but after a few more boxes.” Ms.Anderson replied with a sigh, taking a box of clothes and placing it into a van. 

 

 Emily rolled her eyes, passing you a box. She barely did anything today, besides complain, and maybe carry a box or two. 

 

 “Yeah, finish up while the rest of us have to work,  brat,” Frank muttered, once Ms.Anderson was out of earshot. The little girl glared daggers back at him, sticking her tongue out and running off. 

 

 Muttering insults under his breath, Frank glanced over at you, noticing you looking at him. “What?” 

 

 “Nothing, just, you don’t have to be so miserable, you know. We’re helping people.” You told him, grabbing another box to load up the vehicle. 

 

 “I’m nice enough, I don’t have to do this bull to prove it.” That made you snicker, cracking up slightly, and doing your best not to burst out laughing. “It’s not funny! I have been nicer. I mean, I haven’t hurt or threatened anyone in..a while..”

 

 “Good job Frank. I’m proud of you.” You said sarcastically, a few laughs slipping out.

 

–

 

 A few more hours passed where you continued working, with a few breaks in between. By the end of it, you were exhausted, and your back was sore from bending over and picking up boxes all day. 

 

 When you were finally finished, you were prepared to go right back home and relax, but it seemed like your plans changed. “When you guys get home, I want you to find something nice to wear. The neighborhood’s having a dance for the charity drive, as well as a fundraiser tonight!” 

 

 Frank groaned, slumping against his seat. You understood how he felt, considering how tired you were, but you also couldn’t help but feel excited, too. 

 

 “C’mon, don’t be like that Frank. It’s going to be fun! It’s like a reward for all the hard work we did today.” You said with a grin, but he seemed much less enthusiastic. 

 

 “I don’t want to be rewarded, I just want to go to sleep.” He complained, making you sigh and shake your head. 

 

 Once you arrived home, you ran upstairs, going through a box of your clothes, and finding an old dress. It was slightly worn, but still pretty. It wasn’t too formal, with a nice, slightly faded, pink color, with a bow tied around the right side of your waist.

 

 After putting it on, you walked down the stairs to meet with Ms.Anderson. Emily was already sitting at the table, glaring at you. “Ew, you look ugly.” 

 

 “Emily! That’s not nice. Apologize right now.” Ms.Anderson told her, making the little girl mutter out a small “sorry.” She looked over at you, with a big smile.

 

 “Oh honey, you look beautiful.” She complimented, making your cheeks grow warm. “Thank you, can you help me zip up the back?”  

 

 “Of course.” You turned your back to her, letting her zip your dress up completely. You took a seat at the kitchen table beside Emily, waiting for Frank to come downstairs.

 

  A couple of minutes went by, and he walked down with jeans and a jean jacket on, nothing much different from what he was wearing before. “Frank, you look nice…”

 

 But he wasn’t listening, instead glancing over at you. He was looking at you for way too long. It got to the point where he wasn’t listening to what anyone was saying, just mumbling “mhm”s and “yeah”s, nodding along. 

 

 “Stop being such a weirdo!” Emily yelled at him, kicking him in the leg and managing to break him out of his trance-like state. 

 

 “Ow! You little brat!” He snapped at the girl, making you giggle. He hid his face in his jacket, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Let’s just go already.”

 

–

 

 The fundraiser was really fun. You ate a lot of sweets and junk food and danced. You mostly danced with kids, some you knew, some you didn’t, but you did dance with a few adults too. 

 

 You loved to dance. It was one of your favorite things. The joy and happiness on others’ faces, the music and the rhythm, and the overall feeling of togetherness it brought you. It was amazing.

 

 You tried getting Frank to dance with you, but he refused, opting to sit at the table and watch instead. Eventually, you grew tired of dancing, wanting to go over to talk with him. 

 

 “I can’t believe you don’t like dancing. C’mon, you gotta be bored out of your mind just sitting here.” You said as you joined him at the table. 

 

 “It’s stupid, and I don’t even know how to dance anyways.” He muttered, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. “Well, I can teach yo-”

 

 “No!” 

 

 “Alright, alright. What do you want to do then?” You asked. He scratched his chin in thought, before answering. 

 

 “We can go skip rocks at the lake. Wanna do that?” You jumped up from your seat, grabbing his hand and leading him down to the docks.

 

 It was quiet and peaceful at the lake, nothing but the sound of crickets, water hitting the sand, and the music from the fundraiser playing softly in the distance. 

 

 Fireflies flickered around, and you watched as Frank picked up a rock, skipping it across the water. You picked up your own, trying to skip it, only to have it sink. 

 

 “You’re not moving your wrist right. You need to flick it. Like this.” Frank showed you, skipping another rock. 

 

 “So like that?” You imitated the motion. He shook his head. “No, you’re doing it too soft. It’s rough and quick, like this.” 

 

 He took your hand, moving it for you. “Now try it again.”

 

 You threw it the same way he taught you, skipping it far over the water and smiling. He grinned back at you. “Told you it would work.”

 

 “Yeah, yeah, you were right. You don’t have to rub it in.” You rolled your eyes, with a smirk. 

 

 You two continued skipping rocks for a bit, before you grew tired of it, choosing to sit down on the edge of the dock. After skipping another rock, Frank sat down beside you. 

 

 “It’s such a nice night, isn’t it?” You gazed up at the starry night sky, smiling. But Frank wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you. “Yeah.”

 

 “You look really pretty.” The words slipped out, making you look over at him in shock. The next thing you knew he leaned over, pressing a small kiss to your lips, pulling away. 

 

 Your heart was pounding in your chest, as you processed what just happened. Then, you started laughing. Not a taunting laugh, but a laugh of disbelief as well as one of realization. “I knew it.” 

 

 “Ever since you pushed me and started those rumors. I knew you liked me.” You grinned. “My mom always told me boys are meaner to the girls they like. Looks like she was right.” 

 

 “So…what now?” Frank asked. 

 

 “I have no idea.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Bet y’all didn’t see that coming hehehe…Also, thank you all for the support! I really appreciate it, and reading your comments always makes my day <333 Thanks for reading!

Chapter 11: Part I- Bad People

Summary:

Living in an upper middle class family isn’t as perfect as it seems.

Notes:

TW: Mentions of Molestation/Sexual Assault in this chapter

 When Ms.Molly’s husband came back, things started to change. She told you and Frank how he was usually on the road with business trips, so he wasn’t home often. But just a week or two ago, he returned. 

 

 He was nice, and he got you and Frank presents, but there was something about him that just felt… wrong. Something that made you feel uncomfortable around him.

 

 Like when you could feel his eyes on you, staring at you for way too long. If you were in a room with him, you’d always make sure you weren’t alone, and you were further away from him. 

 

 A part of you felt bad, he was a good, kind, man. You were probably just misreading things. Everyone loved him. Even Frank liked him. So he couldn’t be that bad, right? 

 

 One night, while you were all eating dinner together, Ms.Molly and Mr.Samson announced that they were going to adopt you and Frank. Frank seemed thrilled and excited that he could finally get a home, and you felt the same. 

 

 But you couldn’t deny the heavy feeling of dread that weighed down on your shoulders. 

 

–

 

 “I never thought I was getting adopted. But holy shit, it’s happening!” Frank exclaimed, practically bouncing off the walls. 

 

 “Yeah, it’s pretty great.” You plastered on a smile, trying to match his excitement, but failing, and sitting back on your bed. Frank noticed your hesitance, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning. 

 

 “What’s the matter with you? Aren’t you excited? We actually belong somewhere. We’re wanted. We’re going to be loved and cared for.” He got up from his bed, sitting next to you on yours. 

 

 He held your hand, giving it a small squeeze, looking into your eyes. Your gaze stayed glued to the floor, and you tried wording things in the best way possible. “I don’t know…I just have a bad feeling. There’s something weird about Mr.Samson-”

 

 “You don’t want the chance of getting a new home because of a ‘bad feeling?’ That’s crazy. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get adopted? You probably don’t because you’re all nice and soft. You don’t get it, (y/n). You don’t know what it’s like to be unwanted. I don’t care what you do, but I’m not leaving just because of your shitty feelings.”

 

 He tore his hand away from yours, storming off out of the room, and slamming the door behind him. He was right. This could be both of your only chances to be a part of a functional and loving home, and you shouldn’t just risk it because of a feeling. 

 

  Sometimes, you have to do things you don’t want to for the people you love. So, you were going to suck it up and stay, for Frank. 

 

–

 

 Hours had passed since your argument, and Frank came back, into your room, and fell asleep on his bed, without a word to you. You stayed up, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. 

 

  Maybe a glass of water would help. You hoped, getting to your feet and quietly tiptoeing out of the room, and to the kitchen instead. 

 

 You were sitting at the table when you heard a door open and close. Downstairs walked Mr.Samson, in his nightclothes. You felt self-conscious, considering how you only had a nightgown on, wanting to get away as soon as possible. 

 

 “Can’t sleep, huh?” He asked, sitting at the table with you. “Yeah, I’m just really excited, heh.” 

 

 You lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell. “I know it’s probably very nerve-wracking too. But don’t worry. Molly and I will take good care of you.”  

 

 Hopping off your chair, you put the glass cup in the sink, washing it out and putting it on the rack to dry. Just as you started back to your room, he gently grabbed your arm, stopping you. 

 

 “Hey wait, I can help you sleep. You know, I give very good back rubs. They’ll knock you out in no time.” He offered.

 

 “That’s very nice of you, but I think I’m-”

 

 “C’mon kid, you haven’t even tried it. You won’t know if you like it if you don’t give it a try. Let’s go.” The next thing you knew, he was taking you up the stairs, and to his room. 

 

–

 

 While your parents told you about seeing the good in people, they also warned you about the bad too. Some people were very bad. Some people could hurt and use you. And you had to stay away from them. 

 

 His hands massaged your shoulders, moving down your back, before going back up. He slipped down and softly groped your chest. You laid, frozen, terrified. Not sure what to do or say. 

 

 Just as he slipped his hand in your dress and reached to touch your underwear, you slipped out of his grip. “No, no, stop. Don’t- Leave me alone.” 

 

 You turned away from him, going over to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, and locking it. Hugging your elbows, you stepped back to the corner, slumping and sitting down, rocking back and forth as you processed what just happened. 

 

–

 

 Frank awoke to the sound of soft sobs nearby, recognizing them almost immediately. It was your voice, your cries. He jumped out of bed, following the noise, which led him to the door.

 

 He grabbed at the knob, jiggling it, before knocking on the door. “(Y/n)? It’s me. Let me in.” 

 

 After a moment or two, you unlocked the door, letting him in. The expression on your face broke him. You looked heartbroken, scared, and traumatized. 

 

 He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, consoling you almost immediately. He held you closely, stroking your hair and rubbing your back, while you cried into his shoulder. 

 

 “He- he tried to-” Frank shushed you, kissing your forehead, and brushing your tears away. “I’m- I’m so sorry- this is all my fault. Now your chance is-”

 

 “I don’t care about that, (y/n). He hurt you, that’s all that matters. I’ll kill him, I swear I will.” He seethed hatefully, gripping you tightly. 

 

 “N-no, don’t. Just stay with me.” You told him, continuing to cry against him as he held you, staying like that for a while. 

 

 Eventually, when you calmed down, he let you go, looking down at you. “Wanna get out of here?” 

 

 

Notes:

There were some heavy subjects in this chapter, and I just wanted to say don’t be afraid to get help if you need it. You’re loved and cared for. There’s always someone there for you.

Chapter 12: Part I- Capture and Release

Summary:

After running away from your foster home, you and Frank are picked up by two detectives.

Notes:

TW: Mentions of victim blaming, and child molestation in chapter

 A week passed since you and Frank ran away, and you two have been living out on the streets, and sleeping at bus stops and train stations, taking what you could get. You’ve never lived like this before, on the run, without a home, it’s kind of scary. 

 

 But it was better than staying another day in that house. You were never going back. The thought of living there again, with him , made you sick. 

 

 What makes it worse is that you trusted him, and you trusted his wife too. She was kind and caring, or so you thought. Did she even care about you? Had she known he was going to do this to you, and just let it happen? Had this happened to other children they fostered before? Had it happened to Emily? 

 

 The thoughts made your stomach twist in pain as you rocked back and forth, trying to soothe yourself, ignoring the loud noises of the city street beside you. “I got some food.”

 

 You looked up, seeing the bag of chips and soda Frank had in hand. You didn’t ask if he had bought them or stole them, because you already knew the answer. He walked over, handing you the bag, which you eyed, biting your lip. 

 

 “Not hungry?” He asked, seemingly already knowing what you were going to say. 

 

 Ever since it happened, you’ve barely been able to eat. When you can eat, you can’t keep it down, throwing it up minutes later. You just feel so disgusted with yourself. 

 

 You knew there was something wrong, and you went against your instincts, and you just let him take you to his room. You just let it happen, and now, you’ve ruined everything. How could you be so stupid? 

 

 “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Frank comforted you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and holding you close to him. 

 

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” You sobbed against him. “No, it’s not. Stop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong, okay? We’ll get out of here. We’ll find somewhere nice to stay.” 

 

 Looking around, the boy grabbed a map, ran his finger over it, searching for a place. It was strange how calm he was acting. Normally, you’re the one who has to calm him down. Maybe he did learn something from you. 

 

 “Here, there’s a shelter we can sleep at for the night, then we’ll go to the foster agency tomorrow and ask for a new home to stay in.” He told you.

 

 “You can do that?” You brushed away the tears, taking a shaky breath. “Not normally, no. But I think they will if you tell them what happened.” 

 

 Hopping off the bench, he held out his hand, giving you a reassuring grin. You smiled back, taking his hand, and letting him lead you away. 

 

–

 

“(Y/n), get up.” Feeling a handshake you awake, you sat up in the bed, seeing two men standing at the foot of it. It was late at night at the shelter, and you had been sleeping easily, for once, until you were unfortunately disturbed. 

 

 “These are detectives. They want to take us to the station.” Frank explained. You glanced at the men anxiously, before looking at Frank, who gave you a reassuring smile. 

 

 The car ride to the station was quiet and nerve-wracking. But Frank held your hand all the way there, whispering to you that it would be okay. When did he get so calm and level-headed? 

 

 When you arrived, the two of you were seated in chairs in the office, where you were told to wait for your foster parents. That made you panic, growing hysterical. 

 

 “No, no, I can’t go back. I can’t- I can’t-” You began to hyperventilate, feeling like you couldn’t breathe, as tears began to well up in your eyes again. 

 

 “Can someone talk to her? She needs to talk.” Frank asked the men, and one of them took you to the office and gave you a small glass of water to calm down. 

 

 “So, why did you run away?” The detective took a seat across from you. You kept your eyes glued to your hands, refusing to look back at him. “I just couldn’t stay there anymore.” 

 

 “Why?” 

 

 You took a deep breath, deciding to let it all out. You know you would feel better if you did. “My foster father touched me.” 

 

 “Where?” You gestured to where he had touched you, refusing to keep eye contact with the man. It would’ve felt so much more comfortable if you could talk to a woman, but there were no female officers in the area, from what you could see at least. 

 

 The detective scribbled something down on his notepad, before flipping it closed. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”’ 

 

–

 

 A few hours passed since they talked to you, and you were left alone in the office, fidgeting, and eventually, falling asleep. But you were once again woken up when the same man from before came in, closing the door behind you. 

 

 “Well, seems like you like to tell quite the story, Ms.(l/n). Because from what your foster parents told me, you tend to lie a lot.” 

 

 “What?” You murmured, completely thrown off by his words. “I’m not lying.” 

 

 “That’s not what your foster parents say. They say you tend to tell white lies, and that they were both asleep in bed when you were touched.” The detective remarked. 

 

 “That’s not true! Frank was there, he-”

 

 “But he didn’t see it, did he? And his record isn’t exactly clean, either. But it doesn’t matter, because they’re putting you two back into foster care, and your little complaint will be sent to the foster agency.” He interrupted you, leaning back in the chair. 

 

 While you felt frustrated and upset that he didn’t believe you, you also felt relieved. In some weird way, it all worked out. You were getting sent to another home, and the agency would hopefully take care of Mr.Samson. 

 

 “So, can I go?” The detective nodded, letting out a small sigh, and opening the door for you. 

 

 Walking out, you spotted Frank sitting on the bench waiting for you. You ran over to him, hugging him tightly. “Are you okay?”

 

 “Yeah, I feel better.” Sure, you may have not gotten the perfect ending you wanted, but at least you and Frank would be getting away from here.

 

 “Someone is coming to pick us up to drive us to our next foster home. We have to wait out front.” He told you. 

 

 “Okay, thanks.” You nodded, letting him lead you outside, but not before noticing Mr.Samson walk past. Frank moved his leg out, causing the man to trip and fall flat on his face, getting a bloody nose. 

 

 “Oops, my leg slipped.” Frank taunted, making you grin. Normally, you wouldn’t approve of his behavior but he deserved it. “Asshole.” 

 

 You held his hand as you two waited for the car to arrive, sitting on the bench in front of the station. The future may be unclear, but as long as you were with Frank, everything would be okay. 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I know the chapters have been getting a little darker, but at least we have a happy ending now! And yes, we have reached the end of part one, but the story isn’t over ye so hang tight! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 13: Part II- New Kids

Summary:

With a fresh new start, you and Frank begin your sophomore year at your new Highschool.

 Staring in the mirror, you fiddled with the locket around your neck, looking over the shirt and skirt you picked for the day. The clothes you wore were nice since you wanted to pull off a good first impression. 

 

 After giving yourself one last glance, you left your room, making your way over to the kitchen, where Frank was waiting for you. You smiled when you spotted him sitting at the kitchen table and drumming his fingers against the table, a bored expression on his face.

 

 Two years had passed with you and Frank hopping from foster home to foster home, never finding the perfect place to stay. Even when the families were nice, they would only want to keep you and not Frank, but you refused to leave him. And you haven’t left him, not once over all these years. 

 

 Now, here you are, living in your new temporary home, about to begin the first day of your sophomore year of Highschool. 

 

 The parents you were staying with were okay, no better than most of the ones you had. Like usual, they used you and Frank for the checks and left you two to take care of yourselves. But the man who was in charge of the home, Mr.Harris, had quite the temper on him. One you knew you had to look out for. 

 

 “You look nice. What’s the occasion?” Frank asked, as you sat down beside him. “First impressions, you always have to look good on your first day, especially at a new school. Now, c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” 

 

 After eating a quick breakfast, you and Frank walked to school together, despite it taking almost over a mile to get there. Unfortunately, no one could drive you, so you had to walk the whole way there and back. Still, it was nice to spend some extra time with Frank.

 

 But today, he noticed you were being quieter than usual. “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” 

 

 “It’s nothing I’m just…nervous I guess. I know it’s stupid, but I have no idea what this school is going to be like, or the people, and, what if they don’t like me?” You admitted.

 

 “What? That’s crazy. Almost everyone I’ve ever met who’s encountered you loves you! And whoever doesn’t is fucking stupid. Don’t think dumb shit like that about yourself, okay?” Frank wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to him. 

 

 “Okay.” You sighed, pressing yourself against him, looking up at him. Over the time that had passed, he had grown quite a bit in height. He was only sixteen and already four inches taller than you, and he was only going to continue growing from there. “And who knows? Maybe it’s isn’t such a bad thing to not get along with everyone. I could keep you all to myself then.” 

 

 Feeling your face heat up from that comment, you scoffed, rolling your eyes and hitting him softly. The two of you had been dating since freshman year, or well, you’re not exactly sure. 

 

 Even though the two of you were very affectionate towards one another, neither of you put a label on it. Not until someone went up and asked you two if you were dating, and you both traded glances, before saying yes. 

 

 And that was technically when you started dating, but you always consider the first time you two kissed was when it all began. 

 

 “Why don’t we play a game or something to keep it off your mind? How about Would you rather? Okay, I’ll start.” Frank said, thinking up a scenario.

 

 “Oh, I got one! Would you rather eat a severed toe or a severed finger?” He asked, making you gag at the thought. “Ew, what the hell kind of question is that? That’s gross!” 

 

 Frank’s would you rathers were always so morbid, but they did help you get things off of your mind, so, you appreciated them.

 

 It wasn’t long until you approached the school, seeing all of the students walking past you. Frank held your hand gently, giving it a small squeeze, which you returned, letting him lead you inside. 

 

–

 

 So far, the school had been going pretty well. You made some friends and got along with most people around here, and even managed to help others. 

 

 Frank, on the other hand, hadn’t been too fond of his fellow students. He always did have a hard time getting along with and trusting people, so it wasn’t too surprising to you. 

 

 The only problem was some of the guys around here seemed to be taking to you a little too well and seemed quite interested. One guy whistled at you, and you basically had to hold Frank back to keep him from beating him up.

 

 What you weren’t aware of were the conversations Frank had with some of the other guys hanging around the school. “So, what’s up with you and that girl?”

 

 “She’s my girlfriend.” Is all he replied, crossing his arms, not in the mood to talk with the group of guys.

 

 “Hmm, that’s a shame. She’s pretty cute.” The same boy said, leaning up against the locker with a small grin. 

 

 Frank felt his hands ball up into his fists, gritting his teeth together. Jealousy and anger was always something he’s struggled with, and clearly, this prick was trying to get on his nerves. 

 

 The only thing that kept him from snapping and whaling on this asshole was the fact that he knew you were his. His girlfriend, and his best friend. You wear his jewelry, you hold his hand, you kiss his cheek, and you hug him. And you’ve been with him, throughout all this time. 

 

 The thoughts helped him calm down, and he let his body relax. “Well, that sucks for you, because she’s mine, and I don’t like to share.”

 

 With that, Frank walked away from the group, with a small grin on his face. Yeah, he had a few small slip-ups, but he managed to go the whole first day without laying a hand on anyone. Not because it would get him in trouble, but because he knew it would upset you. 

 

 “Oh, he’s totally whipped for her.”

Notes:

I’m back with some jealous teenage boyfriend Frank! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 14: Part II- Movies

Summary:

You and Frank spend the afternoon watching movies together.

 It wasn’t long until it was the winter, with freezing temperatures and tough snowstorms and blizzards. Things have been…chaotic with you and Frank, considering how he was playing on the varsity High School basketball team.

 

 That means he’s at practice five days a week and has games on the weekends, leaving you to do all the work around the house, not to mention the time you’re spending tutoring students. While it could be a handful, you did your best to support him, going to his games and cheering him on. 

 

 Luckily, your foster parents were fine with it. Not that they cared about you in the first place. As long as you stayed out of their way and kept the house clean, everything was fine.

 

 He even gave you his varsity jacket to wear, which you found quite romantic, especially considering the gesture was coming from him. Big, bad, Frank Morrison.

 

 It confused you, but you figured out why he was doing it. To show you off. To show everyone that you’re his. The thought made your face flush and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

 

 After a while, things started to settle down, and you managed to get a routine. Luckily for you, he had the whole weekend off, soyou could spend time with him. 

 

 So, once you finished your chores, you both sat down to watch a movie. “What do you want to watch?” 

 

 You asked as you grabbed a couple of blankets and pillows, sitting down beside him on the old worn-down sofa. The air conditioning in the house wasn’t great, always leaving you and Frank cold. 

 

 “Why don’t we see what’s on?” He offered, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. He flipped through the channels with a bored look on his face, before eventually finding one that interested him. 

 

 It was a true-crime documentary about some serial killer. You didn’t know why he always liked these, learning about bad people and the horrible things they did, when he could know about the good ones. But he would always tell you the same thing. 

 

 “Bad people are interesting. It’s the good ones that are boring.” You’d always get offended by that. After all, you were a good person, right?

 

 You always stay out of trouble and do what you think is right. But he’d just tell you to cheer up, and that you’re the one exception. The one good person he liked.

 

 “Ugh, no. I’m gonna get nightmares.” You whined, hiding your face in his shoulder and looking away from the tv. 

 

 “C’mon babe, don’t be a chicken. This one isn’t even that bad, and they’re halfway through it.” He insisted. So, reluctantly, you let him watch it. 

 

 The documentary dragged on, and despite the horrors of the murders, you couldn’t help but feel tired. You almost dozed off for a bit, before a picture of some of the bodies flashed on the screen, making you jump and grab his arm. 

 

 “Jesus Frank! How can you like this stuff?” You hid your face in his shoulder, making him chuckle. He patted your head comfortingly, soothing you. 

 

 After another long fifteen minutes, the documentary was over, and you could finally watch what you wanted to watch. You stopped when you found a Disney movie, turning it on and watching it with a grin on your face. 

 

 “What? No. No way in hell.” He almost immediately protested. You rolled your eyes, already anticipating the fit he was about to throw. 

 

 “I sat through your crappy documentary, so now you have to sit through my stuff.” You told him, holding tightly onto the controller and side-eyeing him to make sure he doesn’t try to snatch it out of your hand.

 

 “Don’t you ever wonder if you’re too old for this? Like, it’s so kiddy.” He complained, hoping that you would give in and change the channel, but you remained strong.

 

 “Disney movies aren’t kiddy, they’re for people of all ages. You should watch something happy once in a while, Frankie. That crappy crime stuff will mess with your head.” You told him. 

 

 “No, what’s going to mess with your head is this Disney shit! It’s all singing and butterflies and rainbows, and it’s completely unrealistic! And that “crappy crime stuff” is preparing you for the real world, and it shows you how dark and cruel people can be.” He ranted, and you nodded with a smirk, pretending to pay attention. 

 

 Noticing that he lost your interest, he pouted, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms. Grinning, you moved beside him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That managed to get his once grouchy expression to soften ever so slightly, his cheeks heating up. You giggled at the sight. 

 

 –

 

 Despite Frank’s attempts to not pay attention to the movie, through sleeping, or focusing on something else, he eventually grew immersed. You noticed, and when you spoke up about it, he got all defensive, saying that “There’s nothing else to watch.” But you could tell he was enjoying it, at least a little bit. 

 

 “So…who is your favorite character?” He asked, making you snicker. “Shut up, I’m just trying to make conversation, okay?!” 

 

 “I don’t know…But I do like the villains more.” You replied.

 

 “Oh really? Why’s that?” He questioned with a curious smirk, his eyebrow cocked.

 

 A small smile crossed your lips, one that Frank found cute and pretty. “Because they’re a lot more than they seem. They’re misunderstood and complicated, and yeah, more interesting. And deep down, they have a good heart..it was just broken too many times before.” 

 

 “God, that was so cheesy.” He remarked, making you roll your eyes and lean in, pressing your lips to his. The action stunned him, and after a moment, he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you. 

 

–

 

 “Hey, Frank?” You whispered into the darkness, looking over at where he was supposed to be, on the air mattress on the floor, while you laid on the couch. While you offered to switch places with him, he insisted you sleep there. 

 

 “Yeah?” He murmured, indicating that he was still awake, causing you to relax slightly. Being alone in the dark right now when you already felt so paranoid was not the best idea, so you felt comfort in knowing he was awake. 

 

 “I can’t sleep. I know it sounds stupid, but I’m kinda feeling a little paranoid from the killer thing we watched earlier.” You admitted.

 

 “Shit, I’m sorry (y/n)…I didn’t mean-”

 

 “No, no it’s okay…But you don’t think anything 

bad’s going to happen, will it?” You asked nervously, jumping slightly when you felt him grab your hand.

 

 He shifted upwards, moving into your line of sight, so you could see him. It was hard to make out due to how dark it was, but you could see his eyebrows furrowed and a look of what you guessed was one of concern. 

 

 “(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.” He caressed your cheek, pressing a kiss to your lips, and holding you close. You both knew he couldn’t promise that. Bad things are always going to happen, that’s just life..But it still reassured you and made you feel safe. 

 

 “Thank you. Can you sleep up here with me for the night?” He climbed up onto the couch, holding you close to him, watching as you eventually fell asleep in his arms, before he did as well. 

 

 

Notes:

Here’s another cute chapter to reward y’all for being so patient, and for all the support! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 15: Part II- Springtime

Summary:

You and Frank spend time together during your first day of your spring break.

Notes:

Tw: Mentions of Child abuse in chapter

 “C’mon Frank, let’s go.” You said impatiently, having all your things ready while Frank was still getting his stuff together.  “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

 

 After a long and dreary winter, it was finally spring, and you couldn’t be any more excited. The sun was starting to come out more, flowers were blooming, and there was new life all around. You couldn’t wait to see it.

 

 That was exactly what you were going to do today, having a picnic at the lake with Frank. It was also spring break, which was all Frank seemed to care about. While you wanted to see nature, all he cared about was getting time away from school.

 

 Just as Frank joined you, your foster parent, Mr.Harris did as well. He looked the two of you up and down, eyeing the basket and blanket you had in hand. You tensed up, staring down at your feet. 

 

 “The hell is this?” He asked gruffly. You cleared your throat, speaking nervously. “Frank and I are going to have a picnic at the lake.” 

 

 A moment or two of silence went by, before he let out a loud, sarcastic chuckle, making you flinch. “Well, isn’t that just sweet? The two of you acting all lovey-dovey…That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen.” 

 

 You watched as Frank’s hands began to ball up into fists, growing even more nervous. You stood in front of Frank, shielding Mr.Harris away from him, and holding his hand behind your back, trying to calm him down.

 

 It seemed like it worked, because his body relaxed slightly, and the once angry expression he had on his face softened. It looked like Mr.Harris was finished too since he hadn’t said anything else. So, you turned to leave, with Frank following behind.

 

 “Leave the basket.” He ordered, making you freeze. “You heard me, kid. Leave the basket.” 

 

 Shakily, you walked over to the counter, placing the basket there. Frank could see how upset you were. He knew you were up late last night reading recipes and preparing the food. And now this asshole was going to take all your hard work? It was a bit too much for him to handle.

 

 “No, she worked hard on this while you sit on your lazy ass all day, and you think you can just take it? That’s not fair. We’re taking this back.” Frank went to grab the basket before Mr. Harris stopped him. 

 

 He slammed Frank’s hand against the table, making him let out a cry of pain. You jumped, wanting to say something, do something to stop him. But you knew you couldn’t. It would just make things worse. 

 

 “Listen here you dumb little shit, life’s not fair. I’m the adult, and you two are still children. You listen to me and do as I say. And if I want something, you give it to me, got it?” When Frank didn’t reply, he punched him in the face, making you let out a small cry. 

 

 “I…got it.” He finally muttered, causing the man to let him go. 

 

–

 

 “I’m so sorry..” You murmured, gently resting the cold soda can on his left eye, which was bruised pretty badly. The two of you sat outside the convenience store, where you bought the soda and were now using it as a cold compress. 

 

 “No, I should be the one apologizing. That bastard took your basket after you worked so hard on it, and I just got so mad…and now we’re stuck here, spending our first day of spring break. Shit, I’m sorry, (y/n).” He groaned. 

 

 “It’s not your fault Frank. But it doesn’t matter. We can still have fun today and go to the lake. Nothing’s stopping us.” You told him. “Well, what about lunch?”

 

 You glanced at the deli across from you with a grin. “I think we can figure something out.”

 

 So, you might have spent all the money you saved from tutoring lessons and other jobs on the sandwiches you and Frank bought, but who cares? The two of you were going to have a nice afternoon at the lake, and nothing was going to stop you. 

 

 When you reached the lake, there was no one there. Just you, Frank, and a few ducks. It was perfect. 

 

 You let out a long sigh, spinning around, taking in the warm spring air, before laying down on the soft grass. Your boyfriend sat down beside you, scoffing to himself. “What is this, The Sound of Music or something?” 

 

 “Shush your mouth. Don’t ruin the moment.” You put a finger to his lips, shutting your eyes and feeling the ground underneath you.

 

 When your parents were alive, they would take you on nice long walks into the woods and have picnics. Your mom always made the best sandwiches and brownies…you missed it, almost as much as you missed them.

 

 But they were gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. So, you opted to continue the tradition with Frank instead. 

 

 It seemed like he was enjoying it, the food was pretty good, (not as good as your mother’s but way better than the crap you eat at school and your Foster home) and you both talked and joked around the whole time.

 

 You even fed the ducks what was left of your sandwich, and you got them to go closer and closer. One was close enough to Frank that he could pet it, but when he tried, it bit him on the hand, causing the teen to swear and yell at the ducks, making all of them run away. You scolded him for it, even though it was pretty funny.

 

 You laid back on the grass, letting out a long sigh. Frank laid down beside you, glancing over at you. You rolled over on your side to face him, while he did the same. 

 

 “I’m glad we stuck together throughout all these years.” You admitted with a smile. “Me too. It’s nice knowing someone’s got your back. Without you, I probably would’ve killed someone by now.”

 

 “Don’t say that.” You pushed him, before grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him close to you. You pressed a soft kiss to his bruised eye, and then one to his lips. 

 

 And then, it slipped out. 

 

 “I love you.” Frank tensed up, pulling away and staring at you. It was much too soon, and you doubted he would be ready for that. God, why did you have to say it? 

 

 “What did you say? Say it again.” He moved his hands to your shoulders, holding you tight. “Say it, please.”

 

 “I love you, Frank.” He let out a long shaky breath, and it seemed like that was the first time he ever heard it. Suddenly, he hugged you tight, kissing you deeply. 

 

 “I love you too.”

 

 

 

Notes:

Another sweet moment with my faves…enjoy it while it lasts!!! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 16: Part II- Dance

Summary:

Once again, you and Frank go dancing together at a charity ball.

 Frank sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers impatiently, and waiting for you to come downstairs to leave. His eyes darted around the area, listening closely as he heard the floorboards squeaking from upstairs. A few minutes passed, and you finally came down. 

 

 You were wearing a (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps, which hung low past your knees. Your hair was done in a cute style as well, that same old locket around your neck, and you had a set of two-inch heels on, and some light makeup as well. 

 

 Frank looked at you in awe, while you didn’t look back, too focused on making sure you had everything ready, double-checking your purse. 

 

 You walked over to him with a grin, seeing him dawned in his varsity jacket, wearing a dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. “Wow, you’re actually wearing something formal for once.” 

 

 “Shut up, it’s just because you made me.” He rolled his eyes, unable to hide his smile. He looked good. A lot different than he used to. Happier, even. 

 

 You two were seventeen now, enjoying your summer before your final year in Highschool, and before you went off to college. For the past couple of weeks, you had been working at another charity for the elderly, and tonight, you were having a dance.

 

 Somehow, you managed to convince him to go with minimal complaints. Even now, as the two of you walked to the dance, he wasn’t complaining much. Except for “I don’t wanna be around a bunch of old people,” “it’s gonna be so boring,” and “this is stupid.” 

 

 But besides that, things were going pretty well. It wasn’t long until you arrived, greeting people here and there, while Frank walked by your side. After a small ceremony that Frank once again was bored with, whining the whole time, which you had to punch him to shut up, it was time to dance. 

 

 Like always, he declined to dance with you, so you went dancing with some of the elders. You danced for a couple of songs before you finally got sick of Frank sitting there and watching you, dragging him onto the floor. 

 

 You expected him to say no, to walk back to the table, or to even leave, but he didn’t. This time, he stayed. And what he said next shocked you even more.

 

 “Could you…could you teach me how to dance?” You couldn’t help the big grin that crossed your face. “Sure.” 

 

 As a slow song began to play, you positioned his arms around your back, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, having him sway with you. 

 

  You’re just too good to be true, Can’t take my eyes off of you, 

 

 You’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much, 

 

  You still remembered when you and he went to that other charity, and you and he stood out on that lake, skipping rocks. You remembered when he called you pretty and kissed you, just four years ago. 

 

 You’ve been together for four years, and so much has changed. You’ve both gotten older, and bigger and different. Frank was definitely bigger, already taller than you, even though he’s still growing, and muscular, and so handsome. 

 

  Pardon the way that I stare, There’s nothing else to compare,

 

The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak, 

 

  “What’re you smiling about?” He asked softly, a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his voice. “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am, being with someone so handsome, and strong..”

 

 He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you giggled, running your fingers along the back of his neck, feeling the ends of his messy brown hair. “God, that was so cheesy.”

 

 “Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” You laughed, unable to look away from him. He moved his face closer to yours, and you switched your position, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and holding his hand with the other, while he kept one hand on your back and had his other holding your hand.

 

 “It’s okay because I’m the lucky one. Especially with how fucking beautiful tonight. I mean, you’re always really pretty, but tonight-” You shut him up with a kiss, smiling as you pressed your lips to his. 

 

  I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright,

 

 I need you baby, To warm a lonely night,

 

 Trust in me when I say, 

 

  “I love this song. My parents used to play it all the time.” You grinned, grabbing Frank’s arm and holding it above his head. “What’re you doing?”

 

 “Twirling you, dummy.” You spun him around, and he chuckled. “God, you’re such a dork.” 

 

 “Yeah, but you love it.” 

 

  Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray, 

 

 Oh pretty baby, Now that I found you, stay, 

 

 And let me love you, baby, let me love you

 

–

 

  After a while, you did get bored, so you and Frank ended up running off together. You held his hand, while your other hand was holding your heels. Your feet had gotten sore, so you took them off, running without them instead.

 

 Soon enough, you and Frank made it to that clearing by the lake. Fireflies flickered around you, and you two sat on the grass, listening to the crickets sing. You laid back on the ground with a sigh, looking up at the night sky.

 

 Suddenly, Frank grabbed your sides, pulling you on top of him, causing you to squeal and giggle. He kissed you deeply, before pressing small kisses down your neck. “I love you.” 

 

 “I love you too.” You replied, shivering as he kissed lower, running his hands along your sides. “My pretty girl.” 

 

 “Who’s being cheesy now?” You taunted him. “I’m not being cheesy, I’m just speaking the truth. You’re my pretty girl.”

 

 “Whatever.” You murmured, rolling off of him and laying beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, while he held you close. 

 

 It was at that moment when he realized would do anything for you. He would burn the whole world for you, just to keep you with him. He truly had fallen for you. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Ugh yeah this is so cute I’m freaking out SGSGSHSH Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 17: Part II- Broken

Summary:

You and Frank learn a hard lesson from your foster parents.

Notes:

TW: Mentions of explicit child abuse and graphic violence

 For a while, things had been livable with your foster parents. While you still had to care for yourselves, Mr.Harris mainly left you alone. Even if you did something that pissed him off, he was patient with you. 

 

 That was until today when he seemed in a remarkably shitty mood. He had already snapped at you and Frank twice, and you knew you would have to deal with him sooner or later. The best thing you could do was stay out of his way. 

 

 But then, dinner time came and that’s when things got even worse. He forced you two to make him dinner, and Frank was getting angry. So, nott only did you have to keep your foster father happy, but you had to make sure Frank didn’t snap either.

 

 It was exhausting, dealing with both of them, but you managed. “I’ll be right back. I have to go get something from my room. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, okay?”

 

 “I’ll try.” He grinned at you, and you smirked, giving his hand a small squeeze, before turning away and walking off. 

 

 The moment you were gone, Mr.Harris shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, before spitting it all out. “Jesus Christ, this tastes like shit.” 

 

 Frank winced at the insult towards your food. It wasn’t your fault it tasted so bad. You had such little time to work, and most of the food in the fridge was bad, so you had to improvise. This was probably much better than the shitty TV dinners Mr.Harris ate almost all the time.

 

 He managed to keep himself calm, telling himself that the older man was just trying to provoke him. Because he was. He always was.

 

 You tried to see the good in him. You thought because he wasn’t constantly hurting you, because he showed you the slightest bit of kindness, he had changed.

 

 But you’re naïve. Frank knows that. He knew how cruel and broken people could be, and he knew that Mr.Harris couldn’t be trusted. Especially with the way he looked at you. It was disgusting, and Frank has to protect you.

 

 “That little bitch really isn’t useful for anything, is she? Don’t worry, I’ll put her in her place soon enough. Maybe even fuc-”

 

 Before he could finish his sentence, Frank punched him across the face. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that again.” 

 

–

 

 Hearing a loud crash coming from downstairs, you ran over to see what the commotion was about. And what you saw made your blood run cold, and your heart drop into your stomach. 

 

 Mr.Harris was holding Frank by the throat, strangling him. The younger boy struggled against him, punching and kicking at him, trying to break free. 

 

 His face was turning red and then purple, and you couldn’t just stand there and watch him die. You had to do something. You always hated standing by and watching him get hurt, no was finally your chance. 

 

 This time, you’re going to be the one saving him. 

 

 “Let him go!” You shrieked, smacking the older man with a pan, hitting him a few times before he finally let go, and turned his attention to you. Frank fell to the floor coughing, wheezing, and barely conscious, but thankfully still alive. 

 

 Suddenly, Mr.Harris grabbed you by the arm, making you drop the pan. “You little bitch.” He seethed, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, gripping it tightly. 

 

 “Please, you’re hurting me- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I just wanted you to stop hurting him, please.” You begged, feeling his grip shift from uncomfortable to painful. 

 

 Your voice grew shaky as your pain increased, and you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. What happened next felt like an out-of-body experience. 

 

 The sound of that sickening snap echoed around in your ears, your scream, and the pain, the shocking pain that flew through your wrist as you realized it was broken. He let you go, stomping off and mumbling something about needing a drink, leaving you and Frank alone in the house. 

 

–

 

 Frank awoke to the sound of your soft sobs, holding your now limp wrist into your hand, staring down at it. You were trembling, and you had a trash can next to you which you had vomited into. 

 

 “(Y/n)?” He murmured, slipping out from his haze and crawling over to you. Instant dread and worry overtook your mind as he saw what happened to you. What he had done.

 

  “He broke it.” You sobbed, unable to pull your gaze from your injured arm. Frank gently lifted it into his hand, making you let out a pained cry. 

 

 It looked bad, all swollen and bruised, the bone sticking out in an unnatural way. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I’m going to get you to the hospital and it’s going to be okay, I promise.”

 

–

 

 There you two sat, in the waiting room, waiting for a doctor to take you over. A few hours had passed since you arrived, and you were resting your head on his shoulder, while Frank gazed at his hands.

 

 This is all his fault. He promised he would protect you, and he just laid there uselessly while Mr.Harris hurt you. He let you get hurt, and he felt horrible about it. 

 

 “At least we can spend some time together.” You said to him with a small smile, trying to stay enthusiastic, like you always did. But he could tell you weren’t feeling it, considering how quiet and sad your voice was.

 

 When Frank didn’t respond, you looked up at him, seeing that he was still gazing at the distance. “Hey, what’s going on in your head?

 

 “Nothing.” He mumbled. “I’m just..sorry…”

 

 “It wasn’t your fault. I was just trying to protect you to..I didn’t care about the cost, and honestly, I don’t feel bad about it. So just stop blaming yourself. We called the police, and they’re going to deal with it. We don’t have to worry about him anymore.” 

 

 Before he could say anything, a nurse entered the room calling out your name. So, holding his hand, you walked over to the room with him.

 

–

 

 “She has three breaks in her radial, but thankfully none in her ulna, so she doesn’t need surgery, but she’ll probably have to spend a few months in a cast for it to heal properly.” The doctor explained. 

 

 It was late at night, and honestly, you didn’t care about much. You didn’t care about the dull pain in your arm or your stomach, you just wanted to sleep. 

 

 “But, we noticed that you have a stomach ulcer. It’s nothing too serious, but you’re going to need treatment, so you’re going to have to stay for at least the next two days or so.” 

 

 The last thing you wanted right now was to stay at the hospital. You wanted to go home. You wanted to stay with Frank. “What? But how did this happen?”

 

 “It can happen when you take too many pain medications, or if you experience extreme stress.” Reaching over with your good hand, you grabbed Frank’s arm. “Can he stay?” 

 

 “Sorry, but visitation hours are ending in twenty minutes. The only people that can stay are family. He can visit you tomorrow, though.” The doctor answered, noticing how upset you were. “I’ll give you two some alone time.” 

 

 The moment the doctor left, Frank wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby. I swear to god, when I see that bastard, I’ll kill him.” 

 

 “Don’t say that. Please, don’t do anything stupid Frank. Or you’ll never see me again.” You grabbed his face, seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, while he saw the sadness and worry in yours.  

 

 “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, I’m just so mad about what he did to you, and your stomach, and you’ve been through so much…” He muttered. 

 

 You grinned at him, kissing his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m a tough cookie. I’ll make it.” He chuckled softly at that, and you looked down at his throat, seeing the purple marks on it. 

 

 “Are you sure you’re okay? And do you have somewhere you can stay for the night?” You asked anxiously. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me, alright? Just focus on yourself. I’ll visit you in the morning.” 

 

 “I love you.” You hugged him close to you. “Love you too.”

 

 Giving you one last glance, he left your room, walking off into the night.

 

 

 

Notes:

Yeah..seems like our reign of fluff has ended…Thanks for reading

Chapter 18: Part II- Bandaids on Bullet Holes

Summary:

You slowly start to heal, but Frank struggles to catch up.

 “Hey kid, kid, you getting on?” The bus driver asked, waking Frank. It was early in the morning, before the sun rose. “Uhm, no. What time is it?“

 

 “5:30.” The bus driver replied, closing the doors and driving off. There were only thirty minutes until Frank could see you again. He knew he couldn’t go back to that house. If he did, he would’ve done something he would regret.

 

 If he didn’t love you as much as he does he would’ve gone against your wishes and he would’ve slaughtered that motherfucker. 

 

 But because he loves you as much as he does, because he loves you more than anything, he won’t. So, he decided to spend the night at the bus stop instead, counting down the hours, minutes, even the seconds until he could see you again.

 

 Thankfully, the next thirty minutes went by fast and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the elevator, watching as it slowly climbed the floors. The moment the doors opened, he walked right through them, searching for your room number. 

 

 He opened the door seeing you lying in bed, asleep. You looked peaceful as you rested, your eyes shut, and your mouth parted ever so slightly, soft breaths slipping from your lips.

 

 You didn’t deserve this. You were so kind, so sweet, you didn’t deserve to get hurt like this, and you didn’t deserve to be here. You should be somewhere far better, not here, in some shitty hospital room. 

 

 “Hey,” Frank murmured, tapping your shoulder gently, to keep from startling you. You shifted slightly, your eyes fluttering open. 

 

 You looked up at him, a small, sleepy smile crossing your face. “Hi. I missed you.” 

 

 “Missed you too. How’d you sleep?” He asked, reaching over and holding your noninjured hand, squeezing it softly.

 

 “Not well. My mind was going crazy after everything that happened, and even when I calmed down, the damn nurse came in every few hours or so to check up on me.” You admitted, rubbing your eyes and yawning. 

 

 “What time is it?” You murmured, sitting up in bed and glancing over at the clock. “6:10. I wanted to come see you the moment I could.” 

 

 “That was kind of you. And- wait, are those the same clothes you wore yesterday?” You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling your hand away from his, and giving him a dirty look. “Frank, you said you had a place to stay-”

 

 He took a deep breath, shaking his head. Seemed like it was time for the truth. “I didn’t. I couldn’t go back there. (Y/n), I know you might think I’m good, and I try to be good, I try so hard. But if I went back, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” 

 

 “What do you mean?” You asked, your expression turning from chiding to concerned. His eyes remained on his hands, refusing to look back at you. 

 

 “You know my temper, and you know how I feel when someone hurts you, and I think I would’ve killed him. I wanted to, so badly, and I still want to. Seeing you like this is horrible. You don’t deserve this, and he has to pay for it.” 

 

 “Frank, stop it. You can’t think like that. He might be a bastard, but he doesn’t deserve to die. And what happens if you get caught? You’ll go to jail, and you’ll never see me again.” You told him.

 

 “I know, I just- I don’t know what to do. I need to get rid of this feeling.” He hissed, his voice shaking, and his hands trembling as well. 

 

 You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “You know what you need? You need a distraction. Are you going to school?” 

 

 “What? No. No way. I can’t leave you.” He squeezed your hand back, stopping you. “What about your basketball game?” 

 

 “Shit.” He cursed, remembering the game. He had a big game tonight, one of the biggest of his final season, and he was excited for it, before last night happened. 

 

 “I- I can’t. You’re much more important than some stupid basketball game anyways.” He told you, but you shook your head.

 

 “Listen. I’m being taken care of, and I’m safe. I’ll be fine. This is a once-in-your-life opportunity. Who knows, maybe some college scouts will even be watching. You need to do this, Frank. Do it for me. But more importantly, do it for yourself.”

 

 He sighed, carding a hand through his hair. “Ugh, I don’t know how you always manage to talk me into this shit…fine, I’ll do it.” 

 

 “Thank you. Now you better get going soon. You gotta get ready for school.” You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, smiling at him. “I love you. Now get out there and kick some ass!” 

 

 He giggled to himself, kissing your forehead and muttering about how much of a dork you are. “I’ll be back later, and I’ll let you know how things go.” 

 

 –

 

 “It’s good to see you, kid.” Coach greeted Frank as he walked into the gym. It had been a long day for him, but he still wanted to play. He needed to do this, for you and himself, no matter how angry he was.

 

 He’s hoping he could healthily release his frustrations like you always tell him to do, but he’s not so sure it’ll work. In fact, it only made things worse. The heat of the game, the taunting of the crowd and players always pissed him off. 

 

 Sure, he managed to get away with a few fouls here and there, and he’s almost gotten into a few fights, but thanks to you, he hasn’t done anything stupid. But now, you’re not here, and the game was getting pretty heated.

 

 Of course, Frank had expected them to talk shit, and he told himself to stay calm. This was the best team in the district, as well as the richest, so of course they would act like spoiled brats. Frank was pretty sure they were paying the referee with how shitty the calls were.

 

 He was trying so hard, and holding back so much, but he felt like he was burning inside. Especially with the calls the referee was making, the players, and all the stress from what was happening with you, it was all too much for him.

 

 Then, it was his turn to take the free throw. He was pretty good at focusing on that, and maybe he could score and tie this up, and get his team back in the game. Taking a deep breath, he bounced the ball, preparing himself. 

 

 Just as he took the shot, he heard one of the boys on the other team say something to him. “What are those marks on your neck? Hickeys? Damn, I bet your girlfriend’s as ugly as she is slutty.” 

 

 He missed the shot. 

 

 The moment the ball bounced off the hoop, Frank turned to the boy, tackling him and beating down on him. He punched and punched, watching as his face got all bloodied up, ignoring all the hands trying to stop him, grabbing, hitting, pulling, and trying to get him away.

 

 The ref managed to pull Frank off, screaming in his face. In response, Frank shoved him, pushing him into the stands, and making him fall into the crowd.

 

 He stormed off the court, and out of the gym and school. He was done with this. For good. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Sorry for the delay! I was on vacation, but I’m back now!

Chapter 19: Part II- Torn

Summary:

You and Frank end up having an argument that tears your relationship apart.

 With a sigh, you unzipped your bag, starting to pack for the next home you were going to be moved to. Hopefully, it’ll be someplace better than this hellhole. 

 

 Even though you were exhausted from constantly being beat down and hurt by the world, you still held some optimism that you would find somewhere safe and loving. Maybe it would even be your next foster home.

 

 You know that it’s unlikely, but there’s nothing wrong with dreaming. 

 

 Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, pulling you out of your thoughts. Frank was sitting on the bed beside you, listening to his headphones and trying to get some peace before he had to experience the chaos of the move. 

 

 “I’ll get it.” You said, mostly to yourself. Opening the door, you spotted a man standing there. One you didn’t recognize. “Miss (l/n)?” 

 

 “Uh, yes, that’s me. What’s this about?” You asked nervously. He didn’t answer, just handed you an envelope, with your name and address on it. 

 

 He wasn’t dressed like a mailman or anything, so why was he delivering it? “It’s from your great aunt.”

 

 You have a great aunt? You tore the letter open, reading it eagerly, curious to know what was going on.

 

  Dear (y/n), 

 

 I’m sorry you’re getting this letter so late. I tried sending it before, but the foster agency refused to let me contact you until you were at least seventeen. 

 

 I know this is the first time you’re hearing of me, but I’d like to take care of you and claim legal guardianship. I’m terribly sorry for what happened with your mother and father, and I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I promise to take good care of you and love you as one of my own. 

 

 If you do take me up on this offer, we will only stay in Canada for another two years. Then, I plan on getting my green card and moving to America. There, I will spend what I can to get you a good education. 

 

 I know this is a lot to think about, so take your time and let me know your answer when you’re ready.

 

 Love, your Great Aunt Everett 

 

  Your jaw dropped. Who knew that your life could change completely from just one letter? She was right, this is a lot to think about.

 

 “Once you make up your mind, just give me a call, and I’ll let her know.” The man handed you his business card, before waking off.

 

 You watched him leave, before staring down at the card in your hands. Lloyd Sommers - Attorney at Law 

 

  You sat down on the front step of the old house, and you thought, and thought, and thought. Then,  you cried. For once in a long time, they were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. 

 

  After a long, forty-five minutes of crying and figuring out what to do with this turn of events, you ran upstairs to tell Frank the news. He was sleeping now, but you didn’t care, this is life-changing, and he has to know.

 

 “Frank, Frank, Frank!!” You called excitedly, shaking him awake. He jolted awake, jumping slightly. “What?!”

 

 “Just look.” You shoved the letter in his face. Tiredly, he rubbed his eyes, pulled the earbuds from his ears, and read the letter. 

 

 His expression changed from sleepy to confused, not knowing what you were so excited about. “Don’t you see? This is our chance at a new life. We can finally have a nice, loving home, and we can get a good education, and a good job, and-”

 

 “Yeah, well, this letter is addressed to you. This is for you to have a better life, not me.” He muttered bitterly, making you frown. 

 

 “Don’t be like that, Frank. I’ll explain our situation to her, and I’ll make sure I won’t leave without you. Aren’t you tired of living in places like this? Horrible, dysfunctional homes with bad people?”

 

 “Places like this are all I’ve ever known. I don’t want to go.” He persisted, and god, why is he being so difficult right now? “Frank, please. I don’t want to go without you. But I can’t live like this anymore. Why do you want to continue living through this hell? Don’t you want to be loved?” 

 

 “I’m not like you (y/n). I’ve never been loved. I’ve never grown up with loving parents, and I don’t need them. Love is weakness, and you can’t be weak in this world.” He told you, with little to no emotion in his voice. 

 

 He watched as your eyes glossed over with heartbreak, tears threatening to fall. Then, you spoke; your voice no louder than a whisper. “But I love you.” 

 

 “Maybe that’s the problem.” 

 

 That hurt you.. badly. Frank hoped it would be enough to push you away. To get you to leave without him. 

 

 It seemed like it worked, because without another word, you left the room, slamming the door behind you. 

 

–

 

 For years, you had stuck with Frank through thick and thin. You refused to abandon him. You loved him. So why was he going back to the way things used to be? When he was cold, distant, and calloused? 

 

 It doesn’t matter, because you’re done. You’ve spent years trying to help him and he broke your heart. You can’t handle this anymore.

 

 Frank is damaged, but with the right help, he could heal. You tried to be that person, but now you realize that you can’t be. You have to let him search for help on his own…You hope he’ll do that. 

 

 But this is your way out, and you can’t stay in these horrible foster homes. They’ve broken you down, mentally and physically, and you couldn’t take it. 

 

 Unlike Frank, you want to live with your loved ones. You want to be cared for, and that’s what you deserve. It’s what anyone does, even if they don’t believe it themselves. 

 

 So, that night, you called the lawyer, preparing to leave the next day. 

 

–

 

 You’re suffering. Frank can see that. You weren’t raised in a place like this, and you can’t handle it like he can. 

 

 You’re too good for this world, especially for this place. So he wanted you to leave and go somewhere nicer, somewhere he didn’t deserve to be. Hurting you like this killed him, but it had to be done. 

 

 He knew things would end up like this, despite how much he loved you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to have you forever. He didn’t deserve you and you were too stubborn to leave him. But hurting you like this is better than having you continue to suffer and get broken down by this place like he was. 

 

 Here the two of you sat, on the front porch of the rickety old house with your luggage laid out on the splintering wooden deck beneath you. Neither of you looked at each other, besides a few glances here and there, not speaking a word as you waited. While you waited to be taken to your Aunt’s, to finally be a part of a family again and to be loved, Frank was preparing for his new foster home, and the potential abuse and cruelty that awaited him.

 

 The silence broke when a silver car pulled up to the driveway, the lawyer that delivered your letter once before here to pick you up. You stood, taking a shaky breath, turning to Frank one last time.

 

 “Goodbye, Frank.”

 

 “Bye.” He said, trying to keep his voice from cracking, trying to swallow the pain and heartbreak he was feeling, knowing he had to let you go. 

 

 He watched as you put your things in the car and left, your paths that were once so heavily intertwined now forking off into different directions, journeys and lives once tethered together now torn apart. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Guess who just started senior year…And yeah this chapter is completely heartbreaking…but this isn’t the end!! Nope, we’ve got a long ways to go.

Chapter 20: Part II- Change

Summary:

Frank writes some letters to you.

 After watching you leave, Frank walked back to your room, going to get one last look. A goodbye, if you will. Your room was empty, and if it weren’t for his memories of you, it would be like you weren’t even there.  

 

 Frank ran his hands over your bed, before feeling a small lump. Pulling the sheets back, he found a notebook. Your notebook. 

 

 There was a small sticky note on it, reading “To Frank'' with a smiley face drawn underneath. His heart ached, and he smiled to himself, opening it.

 

 On the front page, there was another note for him. 

 

  Dear Frank, 

 

 I know we’re probably never going to see each other again and this whole thing is over, but I just want you to know that I still care about you, and I always will. I know you hate writing these things, but I think they’ll help you. It would mean a lot to me if you just tried it.

 

I can’t control what you do, you can even tear this book up if you want or throw it away. All I can do is ask you to do this, and hope you will. But in the end, it’s your choice. 

 

Sincerely, (y/n)

 

  He flipped through the pages, finding them all to be blank. A good amount of the pages had been torn from the book, which he supposed were the letters you had written. 

 

 This was all he had left. The last piece he had of you, and he wanted to keep it. He had to. He turned the page, grabbed a pencil, and started to write.

 

  (Y/n), I’m sorry I had to do this. Soon, you’ll see why. You’re too good for this world. I don’t deserve you. I know you love me, and I love you too, which makes this hurt even more. But I was holding you back. You were getting hurt from living like this. This life wasn’t cut out for you. 

 

 You deserve better. You deserve to live with your aunt. To be loved and to get a good education. I don’t. I’m not good like you, and I doubt I ever will be. The only thing I can do is fight like I always have. 

 

 But for you, I’ll do what I can to write these letters. 

 

 Frank 

 

–

 

  Dear (y/n), 

 

 It’s only been two weeks since you left, and I miss you so fucking much. I miss seeing you, hearing your voice, and feeling your touch. I know it’s corny as hell, but my heart hurts. It hurts so much it’s driving me crazy.

 

 I should’ve been selfish. I should’ve never let you go. I’m such an idiot. 

 

–

 

 It’s been three months since you left. I think I’m starting to grow numb to the pain and longing. I don’t think I’m going to write anymore, because it only reminds me of you. I don’t need you. You’re just a stranger to me now. Just another person from the past that I need to forget. 

 

–

 

 It hurts. It hurts too much. Why did you leave me (y/n)? Why did you abandon me, just like the others?

 

 Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

 

  Angrily, Frank snapped his pencil in half, throwing it across the room. He threw the journal onto the floor, tearing all the pages out. He paused when he saw the sticky note you left for him, just a year ago. He smiled at the little smiley face scribbled on it, looking at your cute handwriting.

 

 He couldn’t help but let the tears fall, clutching the sticky note and holding it close to him. He ran another hand through his hair, tugging at the locks. He was so tired of hurting, so tired of suffering alone.

 

 And then, it hit him, and he knew what he had to do. He had to let you go. That same night, he lit the journal on fire, tossing it into the trash can.

 

 He still felt like shit, but he knew eventually he would get over you. He was finally starting to let you go. 

 

 –

 

  Dear (y/n),

 

 I promised myself I wouldn’t write you again, but there’s something I wanted to let you know. I made friends, and I found someone new. 

 

 Her name’s Julie. I don’t think you’d like her that much. She’s the complete opposite of you. 

 

 You hate horror movies and serial killers. She loves them. You like helping people, and she thinks they should fend for themselves. While you want to save the world, she wants it to burn. She’s just like me.

 

 She helped me realize how wrong you were for me. I didn’t deserve you, but I do deserve Julie. We’re perfect for each other. Sometimes, I even think we’re even made for each other. I think we’re soulmates. 

 

–

 

  Dear (y/n),

 

 This is the last letter I’m going to write to you. I don’t need you anymore. I have my group and Julie. I’m in love with Julie. 

 

 She’d kill for me, and I’d kill for her. We’re meant to be. 

 

 We’ve all bonded together, and we’re so much closer than you and I ever were. They truly understand me. They understand me better than you ever could. They didn’t try to change me like you did. Instead, they accepted me for who I truly am. 

 

 We even have a name. The Legion. 

 

  I hope you’re having fun at your school. All boring and rich and proper. I bet you’re learning how to make the world a better place.

 

 We’re going to burn it down. We’re going to change it, for good. 

 

 I wonder how you would react if you saw my face on the news. Would you be horrified? Disgusted? Angry? I hope so.

 

 I hope you realize how cruel people truly are, instead of seeing the good in them or whatever bullshit you believe. I hope you finally see the truth. 

 

 Goodbye, (y/n). For the last time. 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Some angst to close up part two…Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 21: Part III- Lost

Summary:

Despite having everything you wanted, you still feel lost.

 Letting out a soft sigh, you hopped into your car, starting it up. It was late at night, and you came back after finishing your class to find that you had no food left in your dorm. It was way past dining hall hours, so you had no other choice but to drive to a fast food restaurant. 

 

 It’s your sophomore year of college, and you’re enjoying it. You love your school. It’s Ivy League and has a great education, and the people you’ve met so far are amazing. 

 

 You’re studying medicine, to become a doctor for children. So you could help the world become a better place. You loved what you were learning, even if the load could be a bit heavy at times, you enjoyed yourself.

 

 Everything was working out for you, and you were happy..but sometimes, there was a small nagging feeling, that you only felt late at night, when you let the bad thoughts take over. 

 

 You felt empty. Like there was a hole in your heart. Sure, you had dated a few times, but the relationship would only last so long.

 

 On late nights like this, you missed Frank. You would always find yourself wondering how he was doing, if he was okay, if he was making the right choices, if he was better…constantly worrying about him. 

 

 You hadn’t even realized you were crying, until you felt a sob get stuck in your throat. Pulling up to a stop light, you wiped away your tears, fiddling with the locket. 

 

 But no matter how hard you tried, the tears kept coming, as you thought back on all the memories you and he shared. All the things you did for each other..all the things you missed.

 

 You’ve never loved anyone the way you loved him, and you haven’t loved anyone since. 

 

 “Shit.” You mumbled, realized that you were so lost in thought that you had turned onto the wrong road. One that was unmarked, and near the woods. 

 

 You knew the way back, but you had to admit, it was kind of creepy out here. When there were no streetlights or markings on the road, just darkness ahead of you. 

 

 You turned on your headlights, and switched on the radio, needing some noise to clear your head. As you flipped through the channels, something ran in front of you. 

 

 “Fuck!” You exclaimed, grabbing the steering wheel and turning hard, in order to not hit the buck. Your tires screeched, and you ended up swerving off the road, and into the woods.

 

 It all happened so fast. The sound of the glass shattering as your car hit the tree, the airbags deploying and smacking you, and the sharp pain in your head and body. 

 

 The last thing you remembered was watching the fog roll in, before everything went black. 

 

–

 

 You awoke to a throbbing pain in your head, your eyes slowly fluttering open. You had no idea where you were, nor how you got there. In fact, you don’t even know who you are.

 

 All you knew was that your head hurt a lot, and that you are now standing in some strange, wooded area. Getting to your feet, you did your best to wipe off the grime from your tank top and shorts.

 

 You rubbed your temples, looking around the area, seeing no one in sight. Spotting a fire in the distance you decided to walk over to it. 

 

 When you got closer, you realized it was a barrel, with some burning corn inside it. Which you found quite strange. 

 

 You stared down at the fire, feeling no heat radiating from it, watching as it flicked around in the same, consistent pattern. Where are you? What is this place? 

 

  Suddenly, you heard shouting, and spotted a figure running towards you in the distance. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, nor understand what he was doing. 

 

 Following the man, a hatchet came flying right at you. You managed to react in time, stepping out of the way, so it grazed you slightly, slicing off a lock of hair.

 

 Shocked, you stared at the axe that now was in the tree behind you. If you hadn’t moved, your head would’ve been split in two. 

 

 “We have to run.” The stranger said, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you with him. You heard some soft humming in the distance, and turned to look over your shoulder, before the man stopped you.

 

 “Don’t look back. Keep looking forward and keep running.” He told you, continuing to run until the humming grew distant and quiet, until you could no longer hear it anymore.

 

 He finally stopped, letting go of your arm, and leaning up against the tree, panting softly. Now that you stopped, you could get a good look at him.

 

 Messy black hair, dark eyes, and other soft features. He winced slightly in pain, his hand on his side, where some blood was seeping through. You hadn’t even noticed he was hurt. 

 

 “Holy shit! Are you okay? Who are you?  Where are we? What the hell is going on?” You questioned. He put a finger to his lips, indicating for you to quiet down.

 

 “There’s not enough time to explain. Just listen to me so we can get out of here.” His voice was calm, despite the pain he was experiencing. How the hell could he be calm when you both were just attacked?

 

 Pulling some bandages from his coat pocket, he handed it to you. “Now, I’m going to need you to wrap these around me, okay?”

 

 “O-okay.” You nodded, and as you unraveled the bandages, he pulled his jacket up and bit on his scarf to keep quiet.

 

 With shaky hands, you wrapped the bandages around the gash on his side. Strangely, you find comfort in how calm he was. It makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. 

 

 You’re sure you will be, if this guy is so calm about whatever’s happening right now, then you have to be okay. This is probably some big misunderstanding, and someone will come help you. Someone will come save you, and you’ll remember who you are and how you got here.

 

  …Right? 

Notes:

Part three, here we go…Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 22: Part III- Confused

Summary:

You start to understand the new world around you.

 “Can you repeat that again?” You rubbed at your temples as your head throbbed in pain. This was all giving you a huge headache. 

 

 Jake let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed that both of you were getting frustrated. “Okay, so, The Entity, a god-like being has taken all of us from our original realms and puts us in trials where we’re hunted and sacrificed by killers, but we can never truly die. Our main goal is to escape alive every trial by fixing five generators. Understand?” 

 

 “Yeah, I think so. But what about that hooking thing you were mentioning before? And how do I fix those generators? And why is this happening?” You questioned.

 

 “Don’t worry about that right now. You’ve been through a lot. You can figure out all that other stuff later. Just try to get some rest.” With that, he walked away from you, leaving you to sit alone by the fire. 

 

 Rest? How could you rest knowing that you’re going to be stuck in this hellscape for Eternity, trying to escape, being constantly hunted and killed just to do it all over again? 

 

 You glanced over at the other survivors. Some were on high alert, others were angry and determined, and there was a small few that actually seemed…accustomed to this. 

 

 How could anyone be used to this? Somehow, you managed to make it out of the previous trial only slightly injured, but Huntress’ humming still haunted you, echoing around in your head..

 

 And the feeling of her hatchet, going into your side like it once did before…you could only imagine how those hooks felt. You reached down, touching your side, no longer feeling any pain from there, no signs of a scar or anything. This place is weird. 

 

 But that wasn’t the worst part. Deep down, you know that somehow, you’ll get used to this place and understand its rules. What you fear is what you don’t know. What you don’t remember. 

 

 Life before you got taken here. You didn’t remember any of it. Whenever you tried to think back on it, it was all blurry. You couldn’t even remember your own name, or who you were. 

 

 The only thing you did have to remember yourself by was your clothes, and those weren’t anything special. Just a tank top and some pajama shorts. You also had the silver locket you were wearing, but there was nothing inside it. 

 

 At first, you thought it was this place, but when you spoke with the other survivors, they told you they didn’t have those problems. Claudette suggested that something traumatic might’ve happened before you were taken, giving you some type of amnesia and maybe, when The Entity starts giving you some items from your realm, you’ll remember again. 

 

 That gave you some hope, but you still had that nagging fear that you’ll never be able to remember again. That you won’t know who you are, and be stuck as some soulless empty shell, only focusing on surviving and nothing else. You didn’t want that. You really didn’t. 

 

 –

 

 You swore under your breath as the generator exploded on you yet again, sparks flying everywhere. Luckily for you, no one was nearby to witness your mistake. No killer nor survivor. 

 

 So, you pressed on. You really hated these things. Despite having it explained multiple ways, you constantly struggled to understand how to work the contraption. When you did start to figure it out, you would somehow end up forgetting and messing it up all over again. 

 

 It was humiliating whenever another survivor was on a generator with you, most growing impatient and leaving, or the others showing you pity. At this point, most survivors know when they see you on a generator, run the other way. It was almost like you were the killer. 

 

 But there was still a select few that didn’t give up on you. That kept on trying to help you, no matter how hopeless you seemed. You admired their determination and considered them as your friends. 

 

 When you felt a hand tap your shoulder, you jumped, preparing to run for your life. You stopped yourself when you realized it was just Jake, putting a hand over your heart. “Fuck, don’t scare me like that.” 

 

 But then, you realized your heart wasn’t racing because of him. Looking forward, you spotted the Trapper in the distance, heading right towards you. Jake pulled you away from the generator, leading you over to the barn, where he couldn’t find you. 

 

 The two of you watched and waited with bated breath as he neared, fearing the worst. Your heart almost stopped when he looked in your direction, and you had to practically hold your breath so he wouldn’t hear you. Your body was trembling in anticipation and adrenaline, preparing to break into a sprint the moment he walked towards you. 

 

 Luckily, he didn’t, directing his attention to the generator you were working on instead. He gave the machine a few rough kicks, making it sputter and cough, before going back to its original state, stopping the small amount of progress you had once before. 

 

 He sauntered off in the opposite direction, leaving you and Jake be. Once he was out of sight, and your heart finally slowed down, you walked back to the generator, letting out a huff of frustration. 

 

 “Damn it, now I have to try working this stupid thing all over again. You might as well leave, because this is going to take a while, and I’m probably going to screw it up and bring him right back.” You admitted. 

 

 Jake shook his head, refusing to move. “Just start working on it. I’ll help you.” 

 

 You sighed in defeat, kneeling down next to the machine. “There’s no point in helping me if I’m just going to forget.” 

 

 Reaching over, you picked up the wires, and as you went to push them together, Jake kneeled behind you, taking your hand and moving it from the blue wire to the green one. 

 

 “Try it now.” You felt yourself tense at the contact, your face growing flushed. He was so close to you, his body practically touching yours. and you could barely focus. 

 

 Growing nervous, you rubbed the wires together, expecting an explosion. When you got a spark, you were surprised. You rubbed them together again, jump starting the machine. 

 

 “See? Just keep practicing and your body will eventually get muscle memory so you don’t have to worry about forgetting about it or not. Here, let’s work on the sides now.” He told you. 

 

 You doubt that you’re going to forget this any time soon, especially after what he just did. 

 

Notes:

Yeah, here’s some Jake moments and stuff…before we get to the main event hehehe..Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 23: Part III- Sighting

Summary:

You and Frank meet again after a long time.

Notes:

The moment you’ve all been waiting for.

 As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

 

 “It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

 

 You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.” 

 

 “Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

 

 –

 

 After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush. 

 

 Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

 

 You. It was You. 

 

  He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him. 

 

 It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

 

 By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

 

 Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

 

 His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus. 

 

–

 

 Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight. 

 

 But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

 

 You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you? 

 

 He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint. 

 

 He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head. 

 

 All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was. 

 

  “(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.” 

 

  Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible. 

 

 And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

 

 But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed. 

 

 Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

 

 But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little. 

 

–

 

 Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

 

 You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

 

 Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate. 

 

 This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away. 

 

 But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.  

 

 He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp. 

 

 You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you. 

 

 This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came. 

 

 When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you. 

 

 He pointed to the exit, gesturing for you to go. So, you did, escaping and leaving the killer all alone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Hmmmm seems like Frank has some unresolved feelings…looks like he’s more attached than he thought. Have a happy holidays! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 24: Part III- Conflicted

Summary:

After finding out about you, Frank struggles with his feelings. You have some conflicting feelings of your own.

 Frank was pissed. No, not pissed. Frank was furious. 

 

 He was fine with being damned to this hellscape for all eternity. He had his friends, and he could do whatever he wanted and hurt anyone he wanted. Most of all, he knew he was here because he deserved it. 

 

 But you didn’t. There was no way you deserved this. You were so good, so fucking good and kind hearted. You didn’t deserve this constant loop of pain and suffering. 

 

 You weren’t supposed to be here. You should be getting your dream job and living your cushy, perfect life. The life you deserved. The life that was far, far, away from him. 

 

 “Take her back. Take her back right fucking now.” He seethed at the sky, waiting for The Entity to respond. She didn’t. 

 

 So, he continued his tantrum, stomping at the ground, tearing off branches in the woods, doing what he could to get The Entity’s attention. But nothing worked. 

 

 Reluctantly, he gave up, walking back to the Ski Lodge. He did what he could to calm down. Taking deep breaths, counting to ten, like you used to teach him. But nothing worked.

 

 Every time he shut his eyes he saw you. When you were younger, and how you looked now. God, you were terrified of him, but you were so brave..and beautiful. 

 

 Frank swore under his breath, kicking a pair of skis as he approached the abandoned resort. He needed to forget this ever happened. He needed to forget about you again. He needed to hate you again. But how could he? 

 

 As Frank entered the lodge, he made a beeline right to the bar, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and popping the cap off. He desperately needed a drink. He plopped down on the couch in the lobby, pulling off his hood, and removing his mask, tossing it aside.

 

 “Frank? Is that you?” Fuck. It was Julie. 

 

 He couldn’t tell her about this. She’d definitely notice that something was going on. She can’t know about you. Not yet anyway. 

 

 “Yeah, it’s me.” She walked down the stairs, joining him in the lobby, before sitting beside him on the couch. 

 

 She snuggled against him, but he didn’t move, he just stiffened instead. He couldn’t touch her. Not with the way he was feeling. She noticed, glancing over at him. He couldn’t meet her gaze. 

 

 “Frank? What’s wrong?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Nothing.” 

 

 “Bullshit. I know something’s wrong, you’re acting weird. What’s going on?” She pressed him. 

 

 “I said it’s nothing.” He pushed back. “It’s obviously not nothing. Why won’t you tell me?” 

 

 “Don’t push me, Julie.” 

 

 “I thought we could tell each other anyth-”

 

 “I said stop, Julie! Fuck!” He snapped, making her go quiet. She glared at him, irritated and concerned. 

 

 Then, she got up from the couch, pulling her hood over her head, storming out, muttering swears under her breath. “Fine, be like that. Asshole.”

 

 She slammed the door behind her, and he groaned, running a hand through his hair. How can things get any worse? He downed the rest of his beer, before throwing it against the wall, letting it shatter. 

 

–

 

 “You’ve got to believe me, guys! He just let me go.” You told the survivors who had been listening to your stories.

 

 “Some killers do that. But not the Legion, and especially not Frank. There’s no way he would.” Jake replied. 

 

 “Well, he did. He didn’t even hook me, and he stabbed me like once, even though I pissed him off. And he also touched my locket. I don’t know why. You caressed the locket yourself, holding it close to you. 

 

 “Maybe he likes you.” Jane remarked, making your face heat up. “What? No. That’s crazy.”

 

 “Yeah, killers and survivors don’t exactly mix well. Maybe you reminded him of something from his past.” Nea reasoned. 

 

 “Maybe.” You murmured, and everyone went quiet, the crackling fire filling the silence. 

 

 “But can we talk about the way you were blushing when I said he liked you? You like him, don’t you?” She teased. 

 

 “No way. No, no, no. I just appreciate the fact that he didn’t want to kill me, and I’m not into guys who normally hunt and sacrifice people. Plus, I don’t even know what he looks like under that mask. He could be ugly, or a monster.” You ranted. 

 

 “Isn’t he dating that other one? Julie or Susie or whatever?” Bill added. 

 

 “Yeah. Trust me, (y/n). The last thing you want is to be romantically involved with a killer.” Jake warned you. You nodded. “I know.” 

 

 “I have to go. I’m getting called to a trial.” He then said, before getting to his feet and leaving. “Okay, bye.”

 

 He waved, walking off. When you turned back to the fire, you noticed Jane staring at you, a knowing grin on her face. You rolled your eyes, growing flustered and embarrassed, laughing it off. 

 

 Jake was right. Killers were only trouble. You shouldn’t get involved with any of them. Not that you wanted to in the first place. 

 

 But there was this small feeling, this tiny voice that pulled you to him. That made you like him. It was probably bad if you liked him just because he spared you, that was literally the bare minimum, after all. 

 

 You knew better than that. While you don’t remember much about yourself, you still have your self respect, and you know that you deserve more than that. 

 

 And you have people you care about here. You have other survivors, who you’re friends with. Ones who have your back. And you also have Jake.

 

 Jake was probably the person you were closest with. He was always so calm, and kind, and even a little funny, when he wanted to be. He’s helped you get used to this place, and he’s just great. If you should be with anyone, it should be him. 

 

 You have all these great relationships, and there’s no point in ruining what you have because of your stupid curiosity and feelings. Being with a killer would be complete chaos, and very bad for you. 

 

  …right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Finally, an update I know lol…Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 25: Part III- Help

Summary:

Going against Jake’s wishes, you decide to help a killer.

 For some reason, The Entity seemed to be merciful with you lately, not putting you in as many trials, and giving you more time to rest. While that was nice, it also left you bored. 

 

 Survivors would come and go, some you talked  to, some you didn’t. But it had gotten to the point where no one was around, just a few survivors littered here and there, none paying attention to you.

 

 You glanced over your shoulder at the woods behind you. The others had told you to stay away, that it was the beginning of Killer territory, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? You just wanted to look around for a bit. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a clue from your past. 

 

 So, you slipped away from the campfire, wandering over to the woods. It was dark in the woods, dark and quiet, eerily quiet. Besides the occasional crows cawing, or the twigs snapping under your feet. In a way, it was kind of peaceful. 

 

 And then, you heard something. A scream. Rather than running away from it, you found yourself running towards it. You didn’t know what you were doing, but it was all instinct, so you decided to trust it. 

 

 You spotted a pink haired girl, doubled over and kneeling down. You recognized the metal jaws digging into her foot as one of Trapper’s bear traps. You’ve had enough experiences with the traps to remember what they are, and they suck. 

 

  You could hear her sniffling as she tried to wiggle her foot out, approaching her carefully. She was dressed similarly to that Legion guy, and you didn’t  recognize her from the campfire, so you could only assume she was a killer. 

 

 But when she saw you walking over, she seemed so scared. She had no mask on her face, so you could see the tears streaming down it, and her braced teeth grinding together, trying to hide her whimpers of pain. “Stay away.” 

 

 “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.” You told her. “I know those traps can be tricky, and they hurt like a bitch, but if you hold still, I can help you out of it.” 

 

 After trying to get out on her own, she relented. You managed to pry the jaws open, releasing her foot. She slipped her foot out from the trap, sighing in relief. 

 

 Still, you could tell she was in a lot of pain, barely able to put any pressure on her foot, blood seeping through her sock and sneaker. She tried to turn away, but she was unable to move. 

 

 “If you want, I can grab a med kit from the campfire.” You offered. “Alright, fine.”

 

 “Okay. Stay put. I’ll be back in a few.” You told her, before turning away and running back to the campfire.

 

 After a brief search through the chest survivors typically grab their items from, you found a ranger med kit. It was one of the best out of all the med kits, and had everything you needed.

 

 “Here you go.” You said, once you returned, sitting on your knees and popping the kit open, handing her some gel dressings, a gauze roll, scissors, and a styptic agent. That should be more than enough. 

 

 She opened up some of the gel dressings, pulling down her sock and struggling with wiping up the blood. Clearly, she hasn’t done something like this before. “I can-”

 

 “I got it.” She stopped you, before you could offer any more help. So, you sat back and watched as she struggled to wrap the gauze around her ankle, trying not to wrap it too tight, but not too loose either. “Ugh, can you help me with this?”

 

 She asked, seeming embarrassed to even say the words. You smiled. “Sure.” 

 

 “So, what’s your name?” You questioned as you unwrapped her ankle and put on the styptic agent first. “Why do you want to know?” 

 

 You shrugged. “Just trying to make conversation.” 

 

 “Aren’t you scared? Don’t you hate me? I mean, I’m not on your side. I’m supposed to kill you. Why are you helping me?” She asked.

 

 Jake’s words echoed around in your head at that. He never said anything about helping killers, just that you shouldn’t be involved with them. So technically, you’re not breaking any rules. Who knows, maybe he would see your kindness and be proud. But you know better than to think that. 

 

 “Honestly, I think this whole Killer/Survivor thing is bullshit. I mean yeah, this crab god thing is forcing us to do all this stuff, but in the end, no matter how bad you are, we’re all still human, and sometimes, we need help, and that’s okay.” You ranted.

 

 She grinned at you. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

 

 You smiled in return as you finished bandaging her ankle up. “Susie. My name’s Susie. What’s yours?” 

 

 “(Y/n).” You replied. At least you could remember that much about yourself.

 

 She slipped her sock and shoe back on, and walked around, moving much better on it. “Thank you.”

 

 “Of course. And you’re not going to kill me, right? Because I really don’t feel like running right now.” You remarked, only half joking. 

 

 She giggled at that. “No, consider this your one and only free pass. But uh, I guess I’ll see you around. It was…uh nice? I think? To meet you.”

 

 “Nice to meet you too. See you soon. Hopefully not hanging from a butcher hook, but you know, whatever happens happens.” You shrugged. 

 

 “We’ll see.” She laughed, walking off into the forest, while you walked back to the campfire. 

 

 Maybe Jake was wrong. Maybe not all of these killers were so bad. You did just have a nice conversation with that girl, after all. So maybe..maybe Frank wasn’t that bad either.

 

 Not that you’d ever get involved with him. He has a girlfriend and you don’t even know him. You don’t know why you feel some weird pull towards him, but it’s not like you’ll do anything about it. 

 

 Right now, all you want is to focus on surviving and getting your memories back. 

 

  

 

 

Notes:

Just a development chapter, I know. But don’t worry, there’s more to come soon!! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 26: Part III- Familiar

Summary:

You start to gain some of your memories back, and have Jake help you remember.

 As your eyes fluttered open, you let out a gasp, alerting the other survivors around you. Jake jumped, almost immediately moving to your side. “What? What is it?”

 

 “I remembered something.” The memory itself wasn’t all there, with a  few pieces missing. But it was too familiar to be a dream. 

 

 “What was it?” He asked. In response, you took his hand, leading him away from the others, finding somewhere much more private for you and him to talk.“I know this is weird, but can you help me remember?” 

 

 “Sure.” He shrugged.

 

 “Okay, so, in my dream. I was dancing with someone..A boy? A man? I’m not sure. It’s all kind of foggy, and muffled, like I was underwater watching it happen.” You admitted. 

 

 “We were like this.” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, moving his around your back. 

 

 Jake locked eyes with you, seeming quite nervous and stiff, his cheeks slightly flushed. You wondered how long it’s been since he touched someone like this since he danced with them. 

 

 “We were talking about something..and there was this song playing. And it seemed like…we were in love.” You confessed, smiling fondly at the memory. Jake smiled too. 

 

 The two of you swayed in silence, as you continued to dig through your brain, trying to find other clues. “Oh! And there was this song playing.“ 

 

 You hummed, trying to find the tune. Somehow, Jake recognized it. “I know that song.” 

 

 “You do? Could you sing it for me?” His cheeks went pink. “No way. I barely know the lyrics, and I- I can’t sing.” 

 

 “I won’t judge, c’mon, please? To help me?” You pleaded, and he let out a reluctant huff. “Fine.” 

 

 He cleared his throat, his voice shaking slightly. “I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night,” 

 

 You shut your eyes as you continued to dance with him, finding some sort of solace in his singing and the song. You shifted slightly, intertwining his hand with yours and wrapping the other around the small of your back.

 

  “Trust in me when I say, Oh pretty baby, Don’t bring me down I pray,  Oh pretty baby,  Now that I found you stay, And let me love you, let me…. I forgot the lyrics.” He admitted. 

 

 You giggled at that, and he did too, and the next thing you knew, you two were laughing together. It felt nice to laugh and feel all giddy and goofy. You missed that feeling, of not caring about anything, of just letting yourself relax and forget your worries.

 

 “Thank you for helping me, Jake.” You said, your voice growing soft and serious. “Of course. Anything you need, (y/n). Just say the word and I’ll be there.” 

 

 Your faces were very close now, your lips almost touching. You leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled at that, reaching over to cup your cheek, before pausing. 

 

 He muttered under his breath, before speaking again. “I have to go to a trial. I’ll see you later.” 

 

 “Oh, okay, see you soon!” He slipped out of his grip, and you watched as he left, waving goodbye. Once he did, you turned away, taking a deep breath, processing what just happened.

 

 The sound of a voice whispering your name from the woods got your attention. You walked over to the edge, seeing what it was, before getting grabbed and pulled into the woods. 

 

 You opened your mouth to scream, but before you could, a hand was covering it. The killer removed their hood, revealing themself. “Relax, it’s just me.”

 

 “Susie? What are you doing here? And why did you scare me like that?” You couldn’t help but ask, scared and slightly irritated.

 

 “I’m bored, and my friends are being jerks right now. They’re constantly fighting and stuff, and they’re making it really hard to want to be around them.” She confessed. “And I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.”

 

 “Wait, how long have you been-”

 

 “You mean did I see you and your boyfriend dancing? Yeah, I did.” She interrupted you, with a knowing grin.

 

Your face went hot at that comment. “He’s not my boyfriend.” 

 

“Well, it seemed like you guys were pretty close, especially since you kissed him.” She remarked. “I- He- It’s- It’s complicated.” 

 

“Right… complicated.” The teen smirked. You rolled your eyes at her. “Do you want to hang out or not?”

 

 “Okay, okay, I’ll stop..let’s go.”

 

 –

 

 “So, what do you want to do?” You asked Susie, as you wandered the woods with her. “I dunno, there are a few realms we could hang at, but I don’t know how the killers will respond when they see you. But some are definitely out at a trial right now, so I think we can take our chances.” 

 

 That made you nervous, but you decided to follow her anyway. You only live once, right? Well…technically not when you’re here…but that’s good too since you can’t die.

 

 “There’s a playground at Badham that’s a cool hang out spot. Wanna go there?” She offered. You shrugged. “Sure.”

 

 It wasn’t long until you arrived, walking and talking as you made your way over to the playground. “Freddy’s pretty grumpy, and he hates kids, so we always hang out when he’s not here. We’ve vandalized the preschool a couple of times too, you should’ve seen his face, it was hilarious. Pissing him off is the best.” 

 

 “Susie?“ A boy called, getting your attention. You both looked over, spotting a boy, sitting on the swing set. Like Susie, he had a hoodie on, the hood pulled over his head. “What are you doing here?”

 

 “The same thing that you’re doing here. Getting away from Julie and Frank.” Wait, did she say Frank? She knew him? 

 

 “Who’s that?” He gazed over at you with mistrusting eyes.

 

 “Before you say anything, yes she’s a survivor, but she’s my friend. She’s not going to hurt us and we’re not going to hurt her.” She told him. 

 

 “I’m (y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” You flashed him a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake. He glanced at your hand, before looking away. 

 

 “Yeah, Joey’s not a touchy, feely, kind of guy. But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll warm up to you.” Susie reassured you with a small pat on your shoulder, before turning back to him. “So, let’s hang out.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Well, now things are starting to get really interesting…Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 27: Part III- Friends Again

Summary:

You hang out with your new friends: Joey and Susie.

 “So, this is your place? It’s cool.” You asked as you entered the lobby of the ski lodge. “Yeah, we usually just used it as our hang out spot before The Entity took us and all. And now, we pretty much live here.”

 

 Susie replied, sitting down on the couch beside Joey. You took a seat across from them, feeling a little apprehensive. “But you’re sure I can stay here? Your other friends aren’t going to have a problem with it?” 

 

 “Frank and Julie are out right now. By the time either one of them get back, you’ll probably be gone.” Susie reassured you. 

 

 “They do care, and they’d probably be pissed if they saw you here.” Joey remarked, making you feel even worse. Susie told him not to be a jerk, elbowing him in the side. “Sorry, just ignore him.”

 

 “Uh- anyways, where are you guys from?“ You changed the topic to something a little more comfortable. 

 

 “We’re from a little town in Canada called Ormond. Frank’s from somewhere else in Canada, though. I’m not sure where. What about you? Where are you from?” She questioned. 

 

 “About that..I don’t really remember where I’m from. I think before I got here, I got into some sort of accident that gave me amnesia, and I’ve been having a really hard time remembering things. All I remember is my name, and a few other things.” You admitted. 

 

 “Wait, seriously? You don’t remember anything?  That must suck.”

 

 “Well I do remember some things…just not clearly. Like, when I was dancing with Jake, I had a memory and was trying to act it out. I heard it helps you remember things better.” You explained.

 

 She smirked at you, giving you a skeptical look. “Mhm, sure.” 

 

 “You don’t have to believe me, but that’s the main reason.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. She just narrowed her eyes at you, not saying another word. 

 

 “Anyways, you guys wanna do something?” 

 

–

 

 You stared at Joey, trying to figure him out. He gave you a blank look in reply. He was really hard to read. With a frown, you set your cards down on the table.

 

“I think you’re bluffing.” He shook his head, a small grin crossing his lips. “Pick them up.”

 

 “Bullshit!” You exclaimed, flipping the cards over and finding that it was two sixes, just like he had claimed. You groaned in frustration, taking the small stack and adding it to your deck. 

 

 “I told you that we shouldn’t play this with him. He always cheats!” Susie remarked. Joey just laughed in response. 

 

 “It’s not my fault you guys suck. And the game is literally called ‘Cheat.’ It’s kind of the point, Suz. Not to mention I have a great poker face.” He bragged. 

 

 Susie rolled her eyes at him, before looking over at you. “You know what? I think it’s time for an alliance. Your streak needs to be put to an end, Joey.”

 

 “No, don’t do that. It always ruins the fun.” He said. “Well it’s not fun when you’re winning all the time.”  She shot back.

 

 He got up from the table, storming off and up to his room. “Oh c’mon, Joey, don’t be like that! We were just kidding!” 

 

 She frowned at you, letting out a long sigh. “I told you we shouldn’t play it.” 

 

 You opened your mouth to apologize, but got  interrupted when someone walked through the door. It was Frank. His face was concealed by his mask, so you couldn’t see his expression, but he went completely still, as if he was a statue or something. 

 

 “You should g-” Susie started to say, before being interrupted by Frank. “What is she doing here?” 

 

 You could tell that things were getting tense. It seemed like Joey was right. So, before anything could escalate any further, you spoke. “I was just leaving. But you’re Frank, right? I’m _______, and I just wanted to say…thanks. I’ll get out of your hair now. Bye.” 

 

 You waved at Susie. She didn’t wave back. Then, you slipped out of the lodge, leaving, and hoping you can somehow find your way back to the campfire. You could probably just walk back the way you came..right? 

 

 –

 

 Frank felt his heart race as he stood in place, not moving from where he first saw you. You talked to him. You smiled at him. You thanked him..There was no way you recognized him. You couldn’t have. 

 

 He snapped himself out of his daze, pulling his mask off and tossing it on the couch in frustration. “Susie, why the hell was there a survivor here? And why were you talking with her?”  

 

 “She’s my friend. She helped me and I thought it would be nice to hang out with her. What’s the big deal?” She remarked.

 

 “The big deal is she’s not one of us. She’s not Legion. She’s not like us, and she doesn’t belong here.” He told her.

 

 “I know she’s not a part of our group, but lately, staying around here has been pretty shitty. I mean, you and Julie are constantly fighting and things have been horrible. Is it really that wrong for me to want to make other friends?” 

 

 “How can you trust her? How do you know she’s not using you? That she’s not taking advantage of you?” 

 

 They were lies. He knew it. All he wanted was for Susie to doubt her relationship with you, and for you to stay away. Having you near was already making him feel things he shouldn’t, and he couldn’t bear it. He needed you far away from both  him and his friends. 

 

 “(Y/n)’s not like that. What would she even try to take from me? If anything, I would be the one taking advantage of  her.” She remarked. 

 

 “How do you know she’s not trying to get revenge and get you back for killing her?” Frank pushed. 

 

 “Because she saw me vulnerable once, and she helped me..When I first met her, I was walking around the woods and got caught in one of Trapper’s bear trap things. She could’ve hurt me more. She could’ve left me, but she didn’t. She helped me. She helped me, leaned up my wound and talked to me. She’s a kind person, and to be honest, I don’t even know why she’s here. Someone like her would never deserve this.” 

 

 Frank knew exactly what she meant. You hadn’t changed one bit. He let out a long sigh. “Just…don’t bring her around here again.” 

 

 

 

Notes:

Sorry for the lack of updates..it’s been a crazy couple of months..and I finally graduated so yay!!! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 28: Part III- Connected

Summary:

People start noticing the connection between you and Frank.

 “What are you doing?” A voice called out of nowhere, making Frank jump and grab his chest. A familiar cloaked figure moved out from the dark shadows of the tree, standing before him. “Will you quit it with that stalking shit? It’s creepy.” 

 

 He snapped at Ghostface, who just shrugged in response, playing with his knife. “You didn’t answer my question.”

 

 “I was going for a smoke by the campfire, okay? Not like it’s any of your fucking buisness.” Frank replied defensively. 

 

 “Alright, jeez..must be a touchy subject…” Frank just rolled his eyes at the masked murderer, walking past him. Danny couldn’t have been up to any good. He never was. Not to mention Frank was doing something he really shouldn’t. 

 

 “But I don’t think you were just smoking, were you? You were watching the survivors.” Ghostface remarked, making Frank pause. Shit. He was on to him. “So what if I was? You do it all the time, and so does everyone.”

 

 “Yeah, but I don’t think it was just any survivor, was it? After all, most of them are ‘boring nobodies’ not worth your time, except for when you’re slaughtering them..right? So who’s the girl, and why is she different?”

 

  Fuck. 

 

 “What girl? What are you talking about?” Frank played dumb. “You know who I’m talking about.” 

 

 “No, I really don’t.”

 

 “(Y/n).” Ghostface spelled it out for him. 

 

 “Who? I hardly know that girl. Even if I was watching her it’s just because I was interested in her conversation.” He lied. 

 

 He wanted to see if you remembered him, if you knew it was him, if you had missed him. But with the way you were sitting so close to Jake, he wasn’t so sure. 

 

 “Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I played with her. She’s beautiful, such a sweet, innocent, thing, I’d have fun breaking-” 

 

 “Stay away from her, you sick sadistic fuck.” Frank’s emotions took over him, and he grabbed at Ghostface’s shroud, tugging him towards him and leaning over him threateningly. 

 

 It took him a second to realize what he had just done. What he admitted to. Danny laughed at him, a low and taunting chuckle. “Don’t know her, huh?” 

 

 Frank thought he was over you. He had to be over you. It’s been years since he saw you and he wasn’t the same person he was with you. Not to mention he’s with Julie now, and he loves Julie..but the thought of Ghostface laying a hand on you enraged him. 

 

 “Don’t tell anyone about this, and don’t touch her or I’ll kill you.” Frank said, letting him go. “Don’t worry, this’ll be our little secret.” 

 

 Yeah, Frank was in some deep shit. 

 

–

 

 Jake winced as you kneeled above him, wrapping his waist with bandages. “Did you see who it was?”

 

 “Yeah, it was Legion’s Frank. He seemed pissed..he chased me for a while twenty minutes before Bill distracted him.” He replied.

 

 You frowned to yourself, as you continued to wrap the bandages around him, and just before you could finish up, your heart started to race. He was nearby. 

 

 Panicking, the two of you jumped into the locker. You were cramped together, breaths shaky and quick. “Sorry.” You whispered to him. He shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine.” 

 

 Unfortunately, he saw the trail of blood and put two and two together, tearing the door open, finding not only Jake, but you as well. You stood there, frozen, only being able to watch as Frank grabbed Jake by the neck and hoisted him upon his shoulder. 

 

 Frank basically body slammed Jake on the hook, making him howl in pain. It seemed like Jake  was right. Frank was in a really bad mood. You should get out of his way while you still can. So, you did. 

 

 Meanwhile, Frank was furious. He fiddled with his knife, staring at Jake as he hung from the hook. What was this asshole doing? What was he thinking being so close to you? 

 

 “Seriously?” Jake hissed through gritted teeth when he realized that Frank was just going to sit and watch his suffering, refusing to let anyone save him from the hook. He tried to wriggle and escape, but it only made things worse. “I- I didn’t even do anything.”

 

 “Stay away from (y/n). She’s mine.” 

 

 Jake’s eyes widened at that. So you were right. He had let you go and he has been kind to you. He wanted you…You knew all along. 

 

 “T-this isn’t the olden age. You can’t just claim people.” Jake replied, having nothing to lose. He was already on hook and camped by Frank, what’s the worst that could happen? “Not to mention. She’s scared of you..She doesn’t know you. But she knows you’re a piece of shit. All of you killers are. She doesn’t even want to go near you.” 

 

 “Shut the fuck up!” Frank slashed at him angrily, making him cry out in pain. Okay, he was wrong. It could get worse. But Frank hated survivors. He was sadistic and taunting. Not to mention he had a girlfriend. So why did he want you? 

 

 Frank knew he shouldn’t be doing this.If word got out about the truth, he’d be screwed. Julie would kill him, and you. But the sight of you in that cramped locker with Jake did something to him. He shouldn’t be that close to you. He shouldn’t be touching you. He doesn’t deserve you. He wasn’t good enough. No one was. 

 

 “What’s happening? Where’s Jake?” You asked Feng as the two of you worked on a generator. Three were already done, and he was nowhere to be seen. It was strange considering during a normal trial, most people would’ve been hooked at least once by now. But the only person injured was Jake. 

 

 “He’s being camped by Frank. I think Bill’s going to help him. It sucks for Jake, but it’s good for us because we have more time to work on our gens.” Feng explained. 

 

 “Oh, okay.” You murmured. You had a bad feeling about this. 

 

 –

 

 Frank let Jake get unhooked, just so he could chase after him and mori him. He jammed his knife into him over and over, letting out all his rage and frustrations. 

 

 “If you come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you..I know you die here over and over again, but I’ll make things even worse. I’ll make your shitty existence a living hell. I’ll be watching..” He hissed, before jamming the knife into him one last time, and moving downward, gutting and killing him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Some jealous Frank for you…I mean to post this days ago but AO3 was down and I was panicking lol..Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 29: Part III- Weird

Summary:

Some weird things are going on.

 Lately, things have been different. Jake was acting strange ever since that trial. You tried to talk to him, not just about the trial, but about things in general, and he’d hardly respond. If he did, it would only be one or two word answers.

 

You tried to not get too bothered by it, even though it still hurt quite a bit. Instead you spent more of your time hanging with Susie and Joey. 

 

 After a while, Joey managed to warm up to you. He was fun to be around. He was competitive and funny, and watching him and Susie banter was quite interesting. You were also pretty sure Susie had a bit of a crush on him.

 

 One afternoon, the three of you were just playing games like you usually did, when Frank came. After what happened with Jake…you couldn’t help but wonder what he did. He made you uncomfortable. Not to mention, whenever he and/or Julie were around, you weren’t allowed to be there. 

 

 “Uh, well, I’ll see you guys later.” You murmured nervously, practically shooting up to your feet, preparing to bolt. 

 

 “Wait.” Frank stopped you. “You can stay.” 

 

 “I don’t know. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.” You replied. Your eyes darted to Susie and Joey, trying to get a read on their expressions. They seemed just as tense as you were. 

 

 “It’s fine. Stay.” Was all he said, so you settled back on the couch. It was awkward and quiet for a bit, before Susie spoke. “Oh my god, I’m really sorry about this, but I have to go to a trial.” 

 

“Me too, actually.” Joey added. You looked at them in shock. No. No way this was happening. You could not do this alone. 

 

 “Are you sure you can’t just ignore it or something?” You couldn’t help but ask. They both shook their heads. 

 

 Susie gave you an apology hug before she left, and you swear if you don’t die, you’ll kill her yourself when she gets back. 

 

  Relax. Maybe he just had a bad day that time. He did spare you after all, and he’s being nice by letting you stay. He won’t hurt you…hopefully. 

 

  So, the others left, leaving you and Frank alone together. 

 

—

 

 Frank couldn’t believe you were sitting with him. He tried to act casual about it, but he could tell you were freaked out, especially after your last encounter.  But he needed you to stay. Maybe if he just talked to you or something, Maybe he can find a way to let this all go.

 

 He could have some closure, like you used to tell him. He didn’t know what he was doing, just that he had to make these feelings go away, and maybe this could be it. 

 

 There was just one problem. Your memory. Susie had mentioned you lost it a while back, but maybe you would recognize him. There was something about the way you looked at him when he first saw you again, some sort of feeling of familiarity in your eyes. He hoped you would recognize him, but he was also terrified. 

 

 This was a horrible idea, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

 

 It had been so much easier to hate you when he didn’t see you. When he had an idea of you in his head of you as that perfect uptight rich bitch in college, all priveleged and apathetic, just like the rest of them. But how could he hate you when he knew that was all a lie? How could he hate you when he had you so close? God, you were beautiful. You always have been, but you’ve grown and matured into..something else. He couldn’t put words into it, really. You just left him in complete awe.

 

You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his trance. He realized where he was and what he was doing. “So, uh, why do you want me here?” 

 

“Just felt like it.” Frank shrugged, acting aloof. You fidgeted with your fingers, a nervous tic you’ve had since you were young, a tell that would let him know you were uncomfortable. Back then, he would’ve grabbed your hands and told you it was going to be okay. He kind of wanted to do that now, but he knew he couldn’t. 

 

 Instead, he slipped his mask off, revealing his face. Maybe if you got a good look, you would remember. You glanced at him a couple of times, before looking away…Nothing? Seriously? 

 

 Frustrated, he popped a cigarette between his lips, lighting it. He noticed you staring, and offered you one. You shook your head. There was a slight twitch of your brow. You never liked smokers, or alcoholics, or anyone who abused substances. You were such a goody two shoes, always rambling  about how it was unhealthy, and you made him promise not to do it unless it was appropriate. Judging by the way you looked now, he had a feeling the real you was somewhere in there. 

 

 He blew smoke into the air above him, sighing. “So, am I just here to watch you smoke or….?”

 

 “Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He told you. Your lips quirked slightly. “I didn’t think you were.”

 

 “Really? Cause you seem pretty nervous to me.” He teased. If he didn’t know any better, he would say you were flustered.

 

 You scoffed in response. “The only reason why I’m nervous is because I don’t know what you want me to stay for. You didn’t seem very happy the last time I was here, and Susie says you’re pretty exclusive with your group.”

 

 “The only reason why I was like that was because you caught me off guard. I didn’t expect you to be here. But now I know, and I want you to stay.” He told you.

 

 “But why? Why are you being so nice to me? I don’t get it.”  

 

 “Can’t I just be nice?”  He asked, and you grinned, shrugging. “I guess so, yeah.”

 

 “You guess so? ” He repeated in mock offense. God he missed talking to you. He missed joking around with you. He wished you could remember him. “What? Do I look mean to you?” 

 

 He was staring you in your eyes now, turning to face you, his face mere inches from yours. A shy smile crossed your lips. “Maybe a little. But, you did tear my friend out of the locker and scared the shit out of both of us.”

 

 “Yeah, but he had it coming.” Frank let slip, making you frown. “What? What did he do?”

 

  He tried to take what’s not his. 

 

  “I had my reasons.” You went quiet at that, reaching down and fidgeting with the locket around your neck. The locket he had given you all those years ago. The one he found you still wearing when he first saw you in that trial.

 

 “I do want to ask one thing, though. What do you know about-” Before you could finish your sentence, Julie came in through the door, spotting you sitting on the couch beside him. “Frank? What are you doing?” 

 

 “You need to go, now.” 

 

 

Notes:

Frank is really delulu but it’s ok lmaoo. Also I finally moved in to college and I’m playing soccer and am heavily into my preseason rn so updates are going to be pretty delayed lmao

Chapter 30: Part III- Truth

Summary:

Susie finds out some of Frank’s dark secrets.

 “Are they fighting again?” Susie asked with a sigh, joining Joey on the swing set. “Yeah.”

 

 Frank and Julie have been fighting much more often lately, and it’s made them awful to be around. Both were irritable, and would snap at each other, or Joey and Susie. 

 

 “Why do you think they’re fighting so much? I mean, they never fight, for the most part. They used to be so close and stuff. What do you think happened?” 

 

 “I have an idea, but..it’s dumb.” Joey murmured. Susie glanced over at him. “No, tell me. What is it?”

 

 “I think…I think it might be (y/n). I mean, ever since she came along, Frank’s been acting all weird. And he did want to be alone with her, and Frank never wants to be alone with anyone outside the Legion. Something’s up.”

 

 Susie furrowed her eyebrows. “But (y/n) didn’t do anything wrong. She just wanted to be my friend. To be our friend.”  

 

 “I’m not saying it’s her fault. It isn’t. It’s Frank. There’s something he’s hiding about her. I just know it.” Joey murmured.

 

 The two were silent for a long while, before Joey got to his feet. “Where are you going?”  

 

 “I have a trial.” Was all he replied with. Susie watched with a frown as he left the playground, the soft sound of leaves crunching under his feet echoing around the abandoned neighborhood. 

 

 Now alone, she spent more time thinking. He did seem awfully irritated when he caught you spending time with her, but Susie just assumed that was because you were outside the circle. But when he wanted you alone with him that second time..that was weird. 

 

 And there was also that time where you brought up Frank being strangely nice to you and sparing you. Joey was right. She had to go talk to you. 

 

 —

 

 “So have you started to remember anything from your past?” Susie couldn’t help but ask as the two of you now sat together in Haddonfield.  

 

 You moved back and forth on the swing set, staring at your feet. “Just some things here and there. The Entity actually helped a bit and gave me some things. Like my driver’s license. And I know I was a college student, studying to be a doctor before I got here. But that’s it. The rest is all foggy.” 

 

 “Well, at least you’re starting to remember.” She murmured, trying to focus on the positives. You sighed and smiled. “Yeah.” 

 

 “Anyways, it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Not since you guys totally ditched me and left me alone with Frank! That was such bullshit.” You remarked. 

 

 “I’m sorry! You know Joey and I can’t control when we have to leave, just like you!” She replied. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

 

 “You didn’t die though, so that’s something right? What happened, anyway?” She asked.

 

 “He was actually kind of nice to me? We just talked and stuff, and then he kicked me out.” You admitted. 

 

 “That’s so weird. Frank’s not nice to anyone..especially not outsiders. What did you do?”

 

 “Nothing! ! I mean, I don’t think I did anything. I just treated him like I would treat you guys. I was friendly and polite and everything, even though he was making me feel really awkward and uncomfortable. Why? Did he say something?” You asked nervously.

 

 “No, don’t worry about it.”  She murmured. This was something she had to figure out on her own. 

 

—

 

 For once, it was quiet when Susie returned to the lodge. The smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, and she followed it to Frank’s room. She hesitated for a moment, before deciding to follow through and knock on the door. 

 

 “Yeah?” He sounded irritated. “It’s Susie, can I come in?”

 

 After a moment of silence, there was the sound of wooden floorboards creaking, and feet padding against the floor. He opened the door, gazing over at her with a tired annoyed look. “What’s up?” 

 

 “I just want to talk. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I can come back later.” She offered. 

 

 “Just come in already.” He stepped aside, letting her enter. She stood there nervously, watching as Frank shut the door behind him and put out a cigarette on the ashtray. 

 

 “It’s probably none of my business, but you and Julie have been fighting a lot. And I was just wondering if there’s a reason why, or if I can help resolve things?” She asked. 

 

 He shrugged. “Yeah, it is none of your business. You don’t need to solve anything. It’s not your problem.”

 

 She frowned at that. Of course he was going to act like this, especially with how grumpy he was. Whatever, she was already here. There’s no point in turning back now. 

 

 “Well, it kinda is my problem, because it’s hard to live here when you and Julie are constantly arguing and screaming at each other.” She shot back. “And I think I know why. It’s (y/n), isn’t it? Ever since she’s been around, you’ve been acting all weird.”

 

 “No it’s not. It’s none of your business, Susie. Cut it out.” He warned her. 

 

 Just when she was going to push him more, she noticed something. A notebook underneath his mattress. The moment his head was turned away from her, she swiped it.

 

 “Okay, fine, whatever.” With that, she stormed off, shutting the door behind her and leaving Frank’s room. Once she was out, she ran over to her own room, shutting and locking the door, opening the notebook. 

 

 What she found inside shocked her. 

Dear Frank, 

 

 I know we’re probably never going to see each other again and this whole thing is over, but I just want you to know that I still care about you, and I always will. I know you hate writing these things, but I think they’ll help you. It would mean a lot to me if you just tried it.

 

I can’t control what you do, you can even tear this book up if you want or throw it away. All I can do is ask you to do this, and hope you will. But in the end, it’s your choice. 

 

Sincerely, (y/n)

 

  And all of a sudden, everything started to make sense. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Ok if y’all are confused- I know Frank got rid of the notebook mc gave to him but The Entity tends to keep possessions and stuff, especially w important memories to killers/survivors so it just recreated it.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 31: Part III- Confession

Summary:

Frank finally admits the truth, but you’re still blind to it.

 Susie opened the door to Frank’s room, finding him smoking and slouched back on his mattress. “What the hell, Susie? You can’t just barge in here!”

 

 She ignored his anger, tossing the notebook down on his bed. His expression changed from wrathful to guilty in a heartbeat. Like he got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

 

 “You knew her. You knew (y/n). And you haven’t said anything.” Frank grabbed the notebook, throwing it under his bed. “It’s none of your fucking buisness. Get out.”

 

 He seethed. She flinched slightly, but she didn’t move an inch. “Why?” 

 

 He stared at her, and he knew she wasn’t going to leave without an answer. The cat’s out of the bag now. There’s no point in hiding it.

 

 “It’s not like she remembers me or anything. And it’s better if we keep it that way. You know how jealous Julie can get and..I was horrible to her. I didn’t deserve her, not for one second. I don’t know why The Entity brought her here. She’s too damn good for this fucked up place.” 

 

 Susie couldn’t help but notice the look in his eye. She had never seen that look before. Not even when he was with Julie. 

 

 “So that’s why you and Julie have been fighting. You love (y/n), don’t you?” 

 

 “…I did. A long time ago. I don’t really know if I feel anything for her now. I don’t want to. But I guess I don’t want to see her hurt.” He murmured. 

 

 “What do we do?” Susie couldn’t help but ask. Frank shrugged. He didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t since you had gotten here.

 

 He thought he knew what he wanted. He thought he knew where he belonged. But ever since you got here, everything’s been flipped upside down. Everything’s been wrong. 

 

 He wanted to hate you. He did. But god, how could he? How could anyone? 

 

 “Just forget about her. Stop being her friend. It’ll be much less trouble that way.” He replied.

 

 “You can’t be serious.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed. “That won’t solve anything. That’ll hurt her.”

 

 “It’s for the best. Do you have any better ideas?” He remarked. 

 

 “Yeah, I might actually.” 

 

—

 

 With a tired sigh, you rested your head on a log, shutting your eyes. You were exhausted after another long day of trials, and you just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, someone had other plans.

 

 “Psst, psst, (y/n)!” A familiar voice whispered. At first, you thought it was just a dream, but when you felt rocks and sticks getting thrown at you, you knew it wasn’t.

 

 You glared at the pink haired perpetrator with a grumpy frown. “You really need to find better ways to get my attention.” 

 

 “Whatever. Will you just get over here? I want to talk to you.” So you reluctantly got to your feet, and stretched a little, before walking over to the younger teen.

 

 “What’s up? Is something wrong?” You asked when you approached her.

 

 “No. I just wanted to talk.” She replied. She was acting weird. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?” 

 

 “I’ve been thinking about you and your memories. It must’ve been tough to not remember anything or anyone from your past. I don’t know how I could manage that out here. Speaking of, have you remembered anything new?”

 

 “Actually, I have.” With a grin, you pulled out a plastic card. Your driver’s license.

 

 “This helped me a bit. Now I know I was from Canada, I’m twenty years old, and I was around during the nineteen eighties. I also remembered the most recent stuff, like how I was studying to become a doctor and stuff at college in America. But that’s it. There have also been some people I remember, but when I think about it, it’s too blurry to remember.” You explained.

 

 “So you can’t remember anything? No names or faces?” She asked.

 

 You shook your head in response. “Nope. But I’m fine with it. I mean, if I’m going to be here for eternity, my past doesn’t really matter right? And I know some stuff about who I am..so..it’s okay.” 

 

 The fact that you had accepted it so easily made Susie sad. It was like you were a shell of the person you used to be. While you weren’t going to be in the past anymore, wasn’t it important to know? There could be people out there that still care about you. In fact, there are.

 

 “Wanna head back to Ormond?” Susie offered. “I don’t know..I’m kinda tired and Frank kicked me out the last time I was there. Aren’t he and his girlfriend fighting too? I just- I don’t want to intrude.”

 

 “You won’t be. I promise. I’m inviting you so it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll just kick them out or something.” She replied.

 

 You shrugged. “Okay.”

 

—

 

 The next thing you knew, you were seated in between Susie and Frank at Mount Ormond’s Ski lodge. After a few minutes, Susie got up and announced she had to leave. 

 

 “What are you doing?” Frank mouthed to her, the moment you had your back turned. She rolled her eyes. “Just talk to her.” 

 

 Frank cleared his throat nervously, messing with his bandaged fingers. “So, Susie told me about your memory. You don’t remember anything?”

 

  Why is everyone asking you about that? You shrugged your shoulders. “No, I do remember some things here and there.”  

 

 “Like what?” He couldn’t help but ask. 

 

 “Well, I remember a little about who I was, and some of the things I did. I’m from Canada like you guys. Which is kind of a funny coincidence. I remember some people…but it’s all blurry, like I can’t recognize them.” You rambled.

 

 “You know what would be funny? If we knew each other.” He remarked, causing a confused look to cross your face. “Yeah, I guess.”

 

 He slipped a finger under your chin, tilting your head towards him. He was looking deeply in your eyes now, and you could see desperation and desire deep in them. 

 

 “C’mon, (y/n). It’s me. You have to remember.” 

 

 Remember? Remember what? Your head throbbed, as something panged inside your heart, but when you looked at Frank, you saw nothing. This has to be some sort of sick joke. 

 

 You smacked his hand from your chin, pulling away from you. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Is it fun for you to play with my feelings or something? Is that what this is? Some stupid game to you? You have a girlfriend, Frank! And I don’t know why you’re trying to play these mind games, but I’m done with it.”

 

 You stormed out, with Frank calling after you, but just before you could leave, you bumped into a certain someone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Happy Holidays!

Chapter 32: Part III- Trouble

Summary:

You find yourself stuck in a troubling situation.

 Julie loomed above you, jaded blue eyes clashing against your own. She frowned at you, a mean, threatening frown. You immediately backed off. “Oh, I’m sorr-”

 

 “What is she doing here, Frank?” She hissed poisonously, glaring over at him. Even though she wasn’t talking to you, you could feel the anger radiating off of her. You shrunk, trying to sneak away and get away.

 

 “I…it’s none of your business, Julie.” Was all he managed to reply with. 

 

 You crept past her, and just when you thought you were in the clear, she grabbed your wrist, tugging you back to her. “It is my business. This is my home and you’re my boyfriend. I have a right to know what you were doing with her.”

 

 “Listen, I know this looks bad, but I swear, I don’t want anything to do with your boyfriend. I was just here with Susie but she left. I honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.” You tried to reason with her. 

 

 “She’s right.” Susie chimed in. You felt some relief from that but where did she come from? Was she here the whole time? Or had she just gotten back from her trial? Wherever she was from, she had great timing. “Just let her go, Julie. She’s not doing anything wrong.” 

 

 “Shut up, Susie! Butt out!” She snapped at her, her grip only tightening on your wrist. “What do you want with Frank? And what does he want with you?”

 

 “Literally nothing, I swear. Please, just let me go.” You tried to reason with her. 

 

 “Fine, but you stay away from Frank, you hear me? Or else I’ll fucking kill you.” She threatened, before finally releasing you. 

 

 “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” You muttered under your breath as you walked off. You didn’t even want her stupid asshole boyfriend anyway. It’s his fault you were in this situation anyway.

 

 Unfortunately, Julie must’ve heard what you said and took offense to it, because right before you left she spoke again. 

 

 “Yeah, that’s right. Run away, stupid whore.” 

 

 You felt your face get all hot and something sparked inside you. Something ugly. You didn’t remember much about yourself, but you knew you weren’t a slut or anything like that. You knew you were a good person. 

 

 You felt your hands ball up into fists, your nostrils flaring. Don’t let her get to you. Be the better person. Let it go. 

 

  You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder, seeing Julie wearing a smug grin. She thought she could walk all over you and talk to you like that. She was wrong.

 

 You turned on your feet, marching right up to her. 

 

 “I am not a whore. For the third time, let me repeat myself, I don’t want anything to do with your boyfriend.  He’s rude, selfish, and scary. I think you’re just so insecure about yourself that you feel the need to push people around to feel better, and that’s sad. Really really sad.” 

 

 For some reason, right then, a memory flashed in your mind. Maybe it was the situation you were in, or what you said, but all of a sudden, you were a little girl again, shouting at a group of boys. 

 

  “What’s wrong with you guys? Do you seriously hate yourselves that much that you have to pick on someone smaller to feel better? You’re all pathetic. Go do something productive in your life and grow up.” 

 

  You couldn’t really tell what was happening, but from the context of the situation, it seemed like you were standing up to some bullies. But you still had so many questions. Where were you? Who were you protecting? Who was the boy you were shouting at and why did he look so familiar? 

 

 Your head throbbed in pain. Maybe it was from the overload of information, or maybe it was from the slap that landed across your face. You stumbled backward, the slap snapping you back to the reality of the situation. 

 

 You didn’t think, just reacted. The next thing you knew, you slapped her back. Your hand stung and left a bright red print on the side of her face. Oops. 

 

 She grabbed your hair, smashing your face against a door, only worsening the ache. That’s going to leave a mark and probably a black eye. Luckily, Frank and Susie pulled her off of you before she could do any more. 

 

 You got to your feet, wiping your bleeding lip, and taking off while they attempted to keep her restrained. 

 

—

 

 By the time you had reached the campfire, you were exhausted. You trudged over to a log, a dull ache in your head and face from the beating you took. One of your eyes was blurry and probably bruised, you had split your lip.

 

 Nea spotted you, immediately coming to your side. Grabbing a medkit from a nearby chest, she treated your wounds. “Jesus, (y/n). What happened?”

 

 “Jake was right.” Was all you responded with. You never should've trusted them.  

 

—

 

 Later that night, you tossed and turned as you tried to get some sleep. But you couldn’t. Your mind was racing from before. You remembered something somewhat clearly. You replayed it over and over in your head, along with what Frank said. 

 

  “You have to remember.” What did you have to remember? Him? It couldn’t be possible. If you knew him, you were sure you’d remember by now. And obviously, from what you just experienced, you knew that both him and Julie were bad people.

 

 He was messing with your head. But why did a part of you want to believe him? Why did a part of you think he was right? 

 

 No matter what, you had questions. And there was only one thing that had the answers. The Entity.

 

 You sat up straight, wide awake. Your eyes darted around for any signs, anything that could lead you to it. They settled on the dark woods behind you. You suppose you had no other choice. 

 

 Slowly, you got to your feet and wandered over to the woods, slipping through the treeline. You need answers. You need to find out the truth.

 

Notes:

Last post before my second semester starts!! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 33: Part III- Found

Summary:

You set out to find yourself and the truth. But you run into some problems on your way there.

 The woods were eerily quiet. You wandered them aimlessly, searching for something, anything. Any sign of yourself. Or maybe even a memory. 

 

 You walked and walked, until your legs got sore and you were convinced you were going in circles. You gazed up at the sky, unable to see it due to the dense branches covering it. Instead, you locked eyes with a crow that was sitting on a nearby branch. 

 

 It tilted it’s head at you, it’s beady eyes tracking your every move. You stepped closer, whispering to it. “Can you help me figure out who I am? Can you give me a sign?” 

 

 Just then, there were small snaps, the sounds of twigs breaking under feet. Footsteps. They grew closer, and you stood your ground, preparing yourself. The hooded figure moved closer, until you recognized who it was.

 

 “______?” Frank called out, his eyes set on you. You groaned. Of course. He was the last person you needed to see right now. 

 

 You stepped backward, slowly. He stepped forward. You needed to lose him. So, you took off,

 

 “Hey, wait!” He called out, sprinting after you. “Leave me alone!” 

 

 “I just want to talk. Please, just let me apologize.” He sounded like he was being genuine, but you didn’t believe him. You should’ve never believed him or the others. Killers are just trouble after all. And while you wanted to believe that there was good in everybody, you knew there wasn’t good in them. 

 

 Frank was hot on your heels, his long legs crashing against the ground. You could hear him behind you, but you just stared ahead, refusing to look back. You ran as fast as you could, until your chest burned and your feet hurt, until there were tears pricking your eyes from the pain. 

 

 You weren’t even in the woods anymore. You didn’t know where you were. Just that it was dark and quiet. You needed to be alone. You needed to think.

 

 You finally stopped when you tripped and fell over something. Your mind snapped back to the present, and you gazed around at your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of rocky area. There were cracks in the ground with bright orange light flowing through them, like there would be during the endgame sequence of a trial.

 

 “You okay?” Frank asked, rushing to your aide. You were on your hands and knees, staring at the ground beneath you.

 

 He offered you his hand to help you to your feet. You shook him off. “I told you to just leave me alone. I’m tired of playing these stupid games. Haven’t you had enough of this? I mean, your girlfriend already beat the shit out of me and you all made fun of me. What more do you want?”

 

 “You don’t understand. I wasn’t lying to you or anything like that. It’s the truth. I know you. You know me. We were-”

 

 Before he could finish his sentence, the ground shook violently, other cracks starting to form. You lost your footing, falling as chunks of rock started to split up, turning the ground you were once standing on into a jagged cliff’s edge. 

 

 “______, we need to get out of here!” Frank shouted, and all of a sudden, he felt so far away. The ground was shaking beneath you, falling into a trench and clinging onto one of the edges sticking out from the ground.

 

 You held on for dear life, trying to pull yourself up, but it was no use. You accidentally looked down, seeing The Entity’s claws reaching up to grab you, only making you panic more. Whatever you’re here for, whatever you’ve done, it seemed like you really pissed her off.  

 

 “Hey, look at me. Take my hand.” He was now kneeling above you, moving his hand for you to grab. You hesitated. “What if you let me go?”

 

 “I won’t. I know you don’t remember me and you think I’m lying, but I promise, I won’t let you go.” You believed him. Just as you reached your hand up, the Entity’s limbs started to pinch into your sides. 

 

 You screamed in pain as the claws started to pierce through your skin, reeling back. Frank lunged forward, grabbing you and with a rough tug, freeing you from The Entity’s grip. 

 

 You fell on top of him, your faces close to another. He smiled at you, panting softly. “I told you I wouldn’t let you go.”

 

 You stared at him. You saw him and the boy he once was. The boy who took care of you. The boy who had your back. The boy who you had fallen in love with. 

 

 And you remembered. You remembered everything.

 

 “Frank..Frank..” You cupped his face, studying it. He had gotten older, his eyes a little darker, his nose a little more crooked, and scars lining his face. But it was still him. It was still Frank. Your Frank .

 

 You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back, before pulling away. “You remember.”

 

 You nodded in response, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you hard, passionately. Like he had been dying to do that for so long. You kissed him back, even though you knew you shouldn’t. He wasn’t yours anymore. He was different. You both were.

 

 But that didn’t stop him from hooking his arms around the small of your back, nor did it stop you from hanging your hands around his neck, tugging at his hair. 

 

 “I missed you…so much.” He murmured, once you both broke for air, pressing his forehead to yours. “I missed you too.” 

 

 A fiery pain ran through your body, making you wince. You gaze down at your left side, where you had been grabbed, seeing blood soaking through your shirt. Frank followed your eyes, spotting your injury. 

 

 “It’s fine. I’m fine.” You reassured him. You shifted off of him, getting to your feet. He followed after. 

 

 You were only able to take a few steps, before you were doubled over. The pain was too much. “Easy. Here..” He gently picked you up, carrying you bridal style. He cradled you close to his chest as he walked out, trying to move you as little as possible and keep you from being in pain.  

 

 The pain only started to get worse..it burned under your skin, seeping through to your organs. Frank could feel your skin growing warm, almost hot to the touch. 

 

 He picked up the pace, gazing down at you and becoming more and more concerned. The next thing you knew, everything was getting dark, and all you could hear was Frank’s desperate voice. 

 

  “C’mon, stay with me…You’re going to be okay. Fuck! I just got you back. I can’t lose you. I won’t.” 

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Chapter 34: Part III- Sick

Summary:

You struggle to recover from your encounter with The Entity, and accepting the truth.

 Frank held you tightly to his chest as he rushed back to the lodge. You were burning up, groaning in pain, hardly able to keep your eyes open. He placed you onto his bed before racing downstairs. He poured some cold water on a rag, ringing it out in the sink. Then, he placed the rag on your forehead and moved your shirt up to see where you had been injured. 

 

 You hissed at the movement, and he muttered apologies. You had bled so much that it had soaked through your shirt and caused it to cling to you. There was a deep gash in your side from where the Entity had pierced you with its claw, dark red oozing out, with a black substance. He couldn’t tell what it was. A serum from The Entity maybe? Poison? When he touched it, it burned his fingers. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good and he had to get it out of you. 

 

 You jolted slightly, whimpering in pain. “Hurts.” 

 

 “I know, baby, I know. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’m going to take care of you.” He cupped your cheek gently, watching as you went unconscious once again. 

 

–

 

 You drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally waking from the searing pain in your side, but always comforted by a soothing hand squeezing you softly, whispering that it’s okay. You hardly dreamt, just floated in the darkness, seeing nothing, feeling nothing. 

 

 Eventually, your eyes fluttered open and for the first time, you managed to keep them open. You sat up in bed, wincing in pain, trying to fight the deep throbbing in your side. Once the pain lessened, you tried to figure out where you were. 

 

 You looked down at yourself, seeing that your shirt was off, leaving you with only a bra and bandages wrapped tightly around your stomach and waist. Then, you scanned your surroundings. You were in some sort of makeshift bedroom, lying on a mattress on the floor. On your right was a window, where snow was slowly falling outside. There were occasional gusts of wind that rattled against the glass.  

 

 Where were you? How did you get here? The last thing you could remember was…Frank. 

 

 As if he could read your thoughts, he appeared in the doorway, a relieved expression on his face. He rushed to your side, sitting down beside the bed. “You’re awake.” 

 

 “What happened?” You couldn’t help but ask. “I found you out there and The Entity-” 

 

 You shook your head. “I don’t care about The Entity. I mean what happened to you? Why did you wind up here? Why were you wearing that mask? What did you do?” 

 

 He looked so different now. The tattoos, the scars… He always had a lot of scars due to what happened in the past with foster care and everything, and you had a few scars yourself, but this was different. His hands were wrapped up with bandages constantly, like he had been fighting, and his nose was crooked from past breaks. But the masks, the blood on his clothes, the knife he had. What happened?

 

 “Everyone is here for a reason.” That’s what Bill told you when you first got here. So why was he here? What did he do to bring him here? What made him a killer? 

 

 He shook his head, his eyes darkening. “I already told you, (y/n). I’m not like you. I’m not good. I can’t be fixed. I can’t be changed.” 

 

 “Did you kill someone?” 

 

 “What if I did? What if I liked it?” 

 

 You felt sick. Your hands were shaking and you began to gag. Frank was quick to grab a bucket, pulling back your hair as you threw up. He rubbed your back soothingly while you got it all out and you didn’t know how to feel. You didn’t know if you wanted him near you. If you wanted him to touch you. But then again, you had missed him so much, more than anything. 

 

 He brought you some water to drink and leaned against the wall across from you. “We were robbing a grocery store. It was supposed to be simple, an easy break-in while the place was empty. But the manager was still there and he grabbed Julie and for some reason, all I could see was you. Everyone that hurt you that you never let me hurt back. You never let me make them pay. I finally got my chance, and for once in my life, it felt like I was in control. Like I was free.” 

 

 He stared at you, studying your expression. Did you hate him now? Were you afraid? Were you disgusted? 

 

 “I never stopped loving you, even after I left.” Was all that you managed to say. 

 

 “Do you still love me now?” He couldn’t help but ask. 

 

 Tears welled up in your eyes as a lump formed in your throat. You knew that Frank always struggled with his temper and violent urges. You knew that he hadn’t been treated with love. You used to think that you helped him, but once he was gone you knew you couldn’t. You hoped that he would change, that he would be good, but deep down, you knew it would always end like this. But knowing the awful things he did, how could you still love him?

 

 “It doesn’t matter how I feel. You’re right. You can’t change. And now, you have people you belong with. You have Julie, so I should-” You tried to get to your feet, but pain shot through you, causing you to double over. Everything hurt so much. You felt so weak. 

 

 Frank caught you, holding you against him. No matter how much he wanted to push you away, his longing for you overpowered it. He had missed you so much, and seeing you like this was killing him. He still wanted you. He didn’t think that feeling would ever go away. He clutched you tightly and never wanted to let you go. He couldn’t lose you. Not again. 

 

 “You can hardly move, (y/n). You need to rest.” He told you. 

 

 Suddenly, there was the sound of voices downstairs. The others must’ve gotten back from their trials. He helped you back to bed, before getting to his feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back soon.” 

 

 

 

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Chapter 35: Part III- Complete

Summary:

You and Frank come to realize the truth. That you’re each other’s destiny.

Notes:

Sexual content in chapter!!

 A few hours passed, which you spent lying down in bed, staring down at the ceiling. You hardly even processed the time going by, too lost in your head. You thought about your life, your past, and mainly, Frank. Maybe The Entity was doing you a favor having you forget. Because now that you know, now that you remember. It all hurts. Your heart hurts, your head hurts, and it’s all so painful.

 

 “Hey.” Frank greeted softly, shutting the door behind him. You sat up, looking over at him. “The others left, so it’s just us again. It’s safe. How are you feeling?”

 

 “Fine, thanks.”

 

 “That’s good.” He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. You watched him, feeling something pang at your chest. 

 

 “I’m sorry.” You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for. You’re sorry he didn’t have loving parents, you’re sorry no one wanted to take him in, you’re sorry he had to fight so hard to survive, you’re sorry that you couldn’t help him enough, and you’re sorry for trying to fix something that was far too gone. You’re sorry for all of it. 

 

 “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” He muttered with a shrug. 

 

 You reached over and held his arm softly. “It’s not your fault either.” 

 

 “So you don’t hate me?”

 

 You shook your head. “I could never hate you.”

 

 “I can’t hate you either.” He laughed a little. “You wanna know how mad I was after I left? I didn’t want you to accept it. I wanted you to come running after me, begging me not to go. I felt abandoned, again, even though I left, and I was so angry. I wanted to hate you so bad, I even wrote you those stupid notes. I wanted to forget you, to let you go. I thought I did, but when I saw you in that trial and it all came back, I knew that it would be impossible.” 

 

 “What about you? Were you ever angry?” He asked. 

 

 You thought it over. “Sometimes. Maybe if something happened that I’d want you to see, and you weren’t there. Like something I knew you’d like, or you hated, something funny, or something I knew would make you mad. I wanted to tell you, but I would forget you weren’t there. It always felt like you were there with me, you know? Even though you had left. Most of the time, I was sad.” 

 

 Frank gazed at you softly, feeling guilty and apologetic. He shouldn’t have tried to push you away. He should’ve known that things would end up like this. That no matter what, he’d come back to you. The two of you were stuck together, tethered, intertwined, fated to each other forever. 

 

 He leaned in and kissed you, molding his lips against yours. You kissed him back, but as his tongue swiped your lower lip, you pulled away. “Wait, what about Julie?” 

 

  “I don’t want Julie. I want you.” He kissed you passionately, and you let yourself melt against him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure to be gentle and not worsen your injuries.

 

 After a few long moments, you pulled away, breaking for air. You panted softly, your face flushed. “I-I just..I don’t want to be a homewrecker. You and Julie-” 

 

 “We’re done, I swear. Let me have you, please.” He murmured against your lips. 

 

 You took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay.” 

 

 He kissed down your neck, running his lips over where he knew you were sensitive. Despite all the time that’s gone by, Frank knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew what made you tick, what made you feel good, and what made you lose your mind. He needed to make up for lost time, and now that you were finally his again, he wasn’t going to let you go.

 

 It had been so long since someone had touched you like this, since he had touched you like this, and you missed it. You missed him. 

 

 “Were you with anyone else after me?” He started to bite at your neck, pulling your shirt over your head. 

 

 “Only two, but I never- ah- finished. It was never enough and I always felt..empty. Because they weren’t you.” You moaned as he pressed kisses down your chest, wrapping a mouth around your nipple. After a moment, he switched breasts, giving both equal attention. 

 

 Then, he moved his head lower, kissing down your stomach and settling between your legs. “That’s right because you’re mine. My pretty girl. Always have been, always will be.” 

 

  You felt your heart clench at his words. After everything that happened, you’re his, and he’s yours. You wanted nothing more. 

 

 He pulled your shorts down, kissing up your knee, rubbing your thighs gently. He slowly reached his way to the center, and he could feel you practically trembling with anticipation. He moved your panties aside, eyeing your soaked cunt. 

 

 “So pretty and wet. Can’t believe I stayed away for so long.” He mumbled under his breath, before dipping his head down and licking up your slit. “Tastes amazing too.”

 

 He wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling on it and causing you to let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Frank.”

 

 He pulled away, kissing your clit softly. Then, he moved your legs over your shoulders, and pressed his tongue between your folds, eating you out like a starved man. You moaned, arching your back as he kept going, letting his nose bump against your clit. 

 

 “Just like that, yes-” You ground your cunt against his face, desperate for more friction. Your eyes fluttered and your legs shook as you could feel yourself nearing the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening, before it inevitably snapped.

 

 He licked your juices up, leaving you a whining overstimulated mess, before he pulled away. He leaned over and kissed you, laying you back on the bed. Then, he pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing the noticeable tent in his boxers. 

 

 “You think you’ll be okay? Like with your injuries and everything.” He asked, cupping your face softly. He was always so caring, never wanting you to hurt or feel uncomfortable. 

 

 You kissed him gently. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” 

 

 So, he lined himself up and slowly pushed inside. You had forgotten about the stretch that came with it, wincing slightly. You’ll never get used to it. Especially not now, when he’s fully grown, looming over you. He looks almost completely different, with scars lining his face and his body, his shoulders broader, sculpted muscles lining his upper body and abdomen. 

 

 “I know it hurts, baby. Just breathe for me okay? Good girl.” It was still him. It sounded like him, it felt like him, and even though he looked a little different, and was a little different than what you expected, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

 

 Once you were fully adjusted, he began to move, thrusting slowly at first and then inevitably picking up the pace. You dug your nails into his back, moaning and mewling, every time his hips met with yours. 

 

 “Pretty girl. My pretty girl.” He took one of your hands from his back, kissing it softly and pinning it onto the bed, intertwining your fingers with his. He groaned as you clenched and fluttered around him. He missed how good you felt, how good you looked, how good you sounded, how good you smelled, everything about you.

 

 “I missed you baby. So fucking much.” He kissed you, thrusting even faster. 

 

 “I m-missed you too.” You whimpered, your walls clenching him tight as you got all close, eyes fluttering, and lips parting so prettily. 

 

 “I love you, I love you so much.” He groaned as he finished, gripping your hand tightly, squeezing your fingers. 

 

 He sighed softly, rolling off and lying down in bed beside you.  It was quiet for a few beats, as you both came down from your highs before you spoke. “Did you mean it?” 

 

 He looked over at you. “Yeah.”

 

 “I love you too. More than anything.” He kissed you, holding you close. The two of you fell asleep together in each other’s arms. 

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Chapter 36: Part III- Tethered

Summary:

You and Frank are truly stuck together..but you don’t mind it at all.

 There was something peaceful about Mount Ormond when you woke up. There were no howling winds that would beat against the glass or make the walls shake. It was calm. You moved your hand to the opposite side of the bed, reaching over for Frank, but feeling nothing but the sheets. You sat up and undid the bandages around your waist, noticing that your wound had healed and was gone completely. It was like it had never happened. 

 

 After grabbing a shirt and slipping it on, you got to your feet and stretched. You hadn’t left that bed in days. Of course, most of the time you were close to death, so it was warranted. 

 

 You peered out the door, gazing down the hallway. No one was there. However, you heard voices coming from downstairs. You crept down the hall, following the voices, your bare feet padding against the plush carpet. 

 

 When you reached the end of the hall, you peered over the railing, spotting Frank and Julie downstairs in the living room. 

 

 “You said we were soulmates. That we were meant to be-”

 

 “I know what I said, Julie, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore.” 

 

 “What, because of her?” 

 

 “Yes! I’ve loved her for years. Ever since we were kids. The things we went through. She never gave up on me, and she still doesn’t, not even now, when she knows what I- when she knows what we did. I’ve always loved her, and I always will.”

 

 “But did you ever love me, Frank?” Her voice was soft and sad, the pain clear in it. A heavy guilt weighed on your shoulders.

 

 “I…”

 

 “Answer the question!”

 

 “I don’t know, okay? I thought I did, but now I- I don’t know.”

 

 She scoffed, shaking her head at him. “That’s what I thought.” 

 

 With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off. Frank groaned, hiding his face in his hands. 

 

 “Hey.” You were so quiet that Frank almost didn’t hear you. He looked over his shoulder, spotting you walking down the stairs, going to join him in the lobby/living room area. He offered you a weak smile. “Hey.” 

 

 You sat beside him on the couch, taking his hand, holding it gently. “Tell me you didn’t hear that conversation?” 

 

 “I did..I feel awful. I’m sorry for her, and I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” You squeezed his hand. He squeezed it back, reaching it over and pressing a kiss to the back of your palm.

 

 “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” 

 

 “Don’t blame yourself-” 

 

 “No, (y/n). It is. I should’ve told her sooner. I should’ve known. All that time we were apart, I knew. But I did everything to convince myself I didn’t..And what I did. I don’t regret killing that guy, but I do regret making the others kill him with me. I dragged them all here with me, and we’ll always be here now.”

 

 “Do you think..Do you think you’d still be together if I wasn’t here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

 

 He was silent for a moment, before he spoke again. “There’s something I have to show you.” 

 

 He went back up to his room, and he returned with the notebook. The one you had given him all those years ago. He handed it to you. 

 

 “You kept it?” You opened it, seeing that first note you had written him. 

 

 “Well, The Entity did. I had thrown it out, but The Entity kept all the notes I had written to you. I guess she knew how important it was to me.” He admitted. 

 

 You smiled softly, flipping through the pages and seeing how many letters he had written. “So you really did write the letters, huh? Did they help?” 

 

 “...Sometimes. Read them.” 

 

 You flipped back to the front page, reading the first letter he had written you. 

 

–

 

 It hurts. It hurts too much. Why did you leave me (y/n)? Why did you abandon me, just like the others? 

 

 Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? 

 

 Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared down at the paper, clutching it tightly. “I’m so sorry Frank. I wish I knew-”

 

 “Shh, shhh, it’s not your fault baby. I chose to leave. I had to deal with the consequences. I just- I missed you so much.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, wiping your tears and holding you close to him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Can you keep reading for me?”

 

 You nodded, taking a deep shaky breath and moving on to the next page. 

 

–

 

 “I don’t understand. On these pages, it says that you’ve moved on. That you’re happy with your group and your decisions.” You stared down at the last note. 

 

 He shook his head. “Do you think if I was happy with my choices, I would’ve written to you about it? All this time, I was thinking about you. Writing to you. And you know how much I hated school and writing. So no matter what front I put up, I was always thinking about you, caring about what you thought, what you’d do if you were there. Like I said before. I tried so hard to hate you, but I never could.” 

 

 He laughed softly. “And even when I thought it was over, when I thought I would be here forever, without you, The Entity brought you back to me. We’re stuck here together, for eternity. But there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with than you.” 

 

 Your expression softened, and you smiled at him, letting him press his forehead against yours. “Yeah, you can never get rid of me now.” 

 

 “I’d never want to. I love you, (y/n).” 

 

 “I love you too, Frank.” 

 

 You leaned in, kissing him softly. After a few long moments, you pulled away. 

 

 “Are you sure your friends can handle us being together?”

 

 “Yeah, I’m sure. I mean, Susie loves you, and Joey  does too. I’m pretty sure he had a bit of a crush on you for a while.” He admitted, making you giggle. 

 

 “What about Julie?” 

 

 He sighed softly. “She’ll get over it eventually.” 

 

 You nodded solemnly. “It doesn’t matter, because no matter what I have you and we'll always be together.” 

 

 He cupped your cheek, kissing you again. But as he did, you felt yourself fade away, being pulled into a trial. 

 

 You let yourself get pulled, let the darkness overtake you, unafraid to face the fear, suffering and pain ahead. It didn’t matter. You had Frank and you knew, as long as you were with him, everything would be okay. 

 

The End. 

 

 

 

 

 

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