Frankie's POV

I woke up feeling groggy and exhausted. Looking around, I remembered that I wasn't at home and instantly felt sad. I can't believe Jason would do this to me again. When I sat up I noticed that Harry must have put the wrap around my ribs while I was sleeping. My face feels slightly better too. I got up to explore the house a little bit. Once I heard voices, I followed the sound. Sticking my head around the corner, I saw Harry and Zayn talking.

“So she is here? Because if I have to hear Sarah complain about Frankie not calling her, I'm going to shoot myself.” Zayn chuckled. I forgot to call Sarah! My phone was sitting on the coffee table. I can't let Zayn see me like this tough, he'll no doubt tell Sarah.

“Yeah, she's here. She must still be sleeping. She's okay though. Sarah was right, all he did was yell at her.” Harry had his back to Zayn, making a sandwich. He had a scowl on his face. “Aright man, I gotta go. Talk to you later?” Harry nodded and Zayn left.

“You're not very good at hiding. I'm surprised Zayn didn't see you.” Harry smirked. I walked fully into the living room and into the small kitchen. Leaning against the counter, I said “Thank you.”
“For?” Harry asked, walking to the fridge and pulling out two bottles of water, handing me one. “For not telling Zayn. He would have told Sarah and she... Well you know Sarah, she's over dramatic.” He shrugged and pushed his plate of food, he didn't even touch aside, and grabbed his water, walking to the living room. “It wasn't my place to tell. Though you should tell somebody. What he did to you is not okay, do you understand that, Frankie?” I nodded, not wanting to talk about it. He sighed and plopped down on the couch, throwing his arm over his face.

“Are you okay, Harry?” I questioned as I slowly walked into the living room and sat on the chair opposite of him. I didn't want to invade his space.

“Are you? You're the one with the busted face and bruised ribs. People are gonna ask questions Frankie. What are you going to tell them? “Oh I fell down the stairs” That's not going to cut it.”
“Well I did fall down the stairs...” I said, shrugging. “This isn't funny Frankie!” Harry growled and stood up.

“I know, I know. I just... I don't want to talk about it, okay? It happened, I'm moving on. I have to get home and change, so I'll talk to you later.” I stood up and grabbed my phone, getting ready to dial a cab. Ignoring all the missed calls from Jason. “You're going to go home? Jason will be there.” Harry looked at me as if I had two heads. “I'm aware of that Harry. I have to face him sometime. I'll be fine.”

“You'll be fine?! That's what you said last night, Frankie! And now look at your fucking face!” He threw his hands in the air. “What do you want me to do Harry? I can't go to Sarah's. I don't really have anywhere else to go.” I sat back down on the chair and ran my hands threw my tangled hair.

“I don't know but you can't go home.” He whispered as he sat back down as well. “I'll figure it out. Jason won't be mad anymore and I think he was drunk last night anyway. But I have to go, I'll call you later...” I walked out and called a cab to my house.

I walked into my house and heard the TV on in the living room. Turning around the corner I saw Jason, Jake and a few others I didn't know by name but I knew they are apart of his fucking gang. “Why are you still here Jason? This isn't your hangout spot. So take you and your little friends and get the fuck out.” I grumbled and walked towards the stairs. Jason grabbed my arm just as I hot the top step and I flinched away, causing me to stumbled a little. “Hey, be careful would you. Wouldn't want to damage that pretty face of your.” He smiled. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” I snatched my arm from his grasp and proceeded to my room. He walked in behind me and shut the door, grabbing me and pushing me up against it.

“Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't want to. You know that. You just make me so fucking angry sometimes and-” “Oh, so this is my fault?” I asked while pointing to my face. “No!” He began while shaking his head. “I just, I love you so much and I could have any girl I want, but I want you.” He whispered while his face got closer to mine. “I know, Jake was very helpful to point that out last night before you beat the shot out of me. Oh! And he called me a slut. Now get off and take your friends and leave please. I don't want them here.” I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“You don't get to make that call baby. Your mother left me in charge of you for the next 3 months. So my friends get to stay as long as they'd like.” I scoffed and pushed him as hard as I can. “My mother wouldn't have left you in charge of me if she knew what you do to me, Jason! Now take your murdering friends and get the fuck out!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. He can't control me, damn it.

“Oh, now you wanna judge?” Jason said as he slowly walked closer to me. “Did you forget Jonny used to be one of us too?” I slapped him, right across the face and it felt so good. “Used to be being the key words there Jason. Don't you ever talk about him, do you understand me?”

He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the door. “Don't fucking touch me Frankie!”

“What? Don't like it when someone hits you?” I tried to smile but his grip became tighter. I kneed him where the sun don't shine and he finally let go. I took a second to breath before booking it to the bathroom and locking the door.

“This ain't over baby! Far from over!” With one final bang on the door, he left.

I let out a breath and calmed down. Taking a shower and throwing on a baggy t shirt, I flopped in bed and passed out.

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