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The Innocent and The Evil

Four

What to do, what to do... I can't believe that Harry would do that. "I told you, I told you he was not a nice guy. But no. No one wants to listen to me..." She's been ragging me since we got back from the hospital. I have a nice pounding headache and her loud voice is not helping.

"Sarah, sarah, could you, but, Sarah!" She finally shut up. I sighed and looked her her with pleading eyes. She nodded and put her hands up in surrender. I smiled a little. I laid back on her bed and relaxed. Then I started to think about the night. My brother would have killed Harry if he knew what happened. That would have happened if he was here.

"Frankie, baby, Harry not worth your tears..." Sarah sighed. I wiped my face to find tears I didn't even realize I was shedding. I looked down and my wet hand and shipped it on my leg. "Its not Harry. I really miss Jonny..." I sobbed out. Sarah and my ex, Jason, aside from my family, were the only ones that knew about my bothers death and how he really died. I'm not originally from Holmes Chapel. I'm from a much larger town.

You see, Jonny was in one of the most feared gangs in London. He wasn't the leader, but from what I understand was pretty high up on the food chain. He would never let me be involved in his gang stuff. I mean, its not like I wanted to be or tried to. I just asked a lot of questions after people at school were talking about big bad Jonny. But I always knew him as my big, harmless, brother.

My freshmen year of high school, I was 14 at the time, everyone would avoid me and I never knew why until Jonny came home on his 19th birthday, with his face completely bruised and he was clutching his side. That night he told me that he was in a gang. I didn't talk to him for a week. But he was my brother. I couldn't ignore him forever. I did, however, make him promise that he would come home every night and tuck me in. Yes, I was 14, going on 15, but I needed to make sure he did come home, I needed to make sure he was okay.

Soon people got used to me and I made friends. I was 16 when I met Sarah. She only started talking to me because she thought my brother was 'hot'.

February 8th, 2012, my brother didn't tuck me in. I was 16 and turning 17, the age I am now, in a couple months, so I thought maybe he got tired and just went to bed. But he's been doing it for two years, why would he stop now? So I went to sleep despite my gut feeling to go look in his room.

When I woke up I went down stairs, my mother was crying in the kitchen, and somehow I knew, he was gone...

Jason was in Jonnys gang and we became so close, we ended up dating.
As soon as the funeral ended, we packed up and moved here. My new home. Sarah's family moved in the next town over. But she still went to my school. Holmes Chapel high school.

"Its okay you know? To cry every once in a while. Its okay." Sarah whispered as she held me like my mother did that night so long ago.

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I woke up with puffy eyes and I know my eyes had black smuged under them from my make up. Sarah was asleep next to me. I smiled and looked at the clock next to her bed.

3:00
am

I sighed for what felt like the millionth time tonight and got up. Walking to the front door and grabbing my flats, I walked out and then realized I didn't drive her. I didn't want to wake up Sarah but I really just wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed with some fuzzy pants and my favorite shirt. So I whipped out my almost dead phone and dialed the only friend I knew who wouldn't mind doing me a favor this early in the morning...

A black range rover pulled up not even 10 minutes later and I hopped in the passenger seat.
"Thanks for picking me up. My truck is at home and I didn't want to wake sarah. I really appreciate it." I said with a small smile. "Anything for my baby." Jason said. I shrugged off his pet name for me. As we neared my house I realized after my breakdown about Jonny, I didnt want to be alone.

"H-hey Jason?" I asked Jason in a small voice. He glanced at me then went back to looking at the road. "Yeah, babe?" "Would you mind me staying at your house for a while?" He looked at me as we stopped at a red light. Confusion rendered his face.

"Have you been crying?" He asked as he reached out and cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch. I missed this...

"Can I?" I asked, referring to my previous question. He nodded. Jason drove to his small apartment and we went inside.

As I was walking through the apartment, Jason came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso. I placed my hands on his and leaned into him.

Jason was there for me when Jonny died. He was with me every night. He was my everything. Till this day, I still don't know why he broke up with me. I loved him, I still do.

"I miss this, Frankie..." Jason trailed off. "Don't." I stepped out of his warm embrace. "You broke it off, not me. You don't get to tell me you miss me. Its not fair!" I stomped my foot like a child. He sighed and grabbed me, pulling me into him. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my face into the crook of his neck. "Its not fair..." I repeated. He rubbed my back in soothing circles and picked me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands went to me ass where he slightly squeezed. I let out a small moan. He chuckled, walking to his room.

"Don't do that. You know what it does to me." He smirked and played me down on his bed. I shrugged. He laid on my chest, still in between my legs. I played with his hair because I knew he loved it. He looked up at me and asked, "Can I kiss you?" I nodded slightly. He grinned and leaned up to kiss me.

The moment I kissed him I felt like I needed him. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He laid his body on top of mine and ground his hips into mine, mind you I still have my dress on. All he was wearing was a pair of basket ball shorts and I could practically feel him through my thin boy shorts. I moaned and pushed into me harder. My phone started vibrating next to us and I ignored it.

I ignored it the next 3 times but finally Jason got annoyed and grabbed it. He answered it with out looking at the called I.d. I was kissing his neck as he talked.

"She's a little busy at the moment, can I take a message- Don't do that, Frankie." Jason growled as I bit him. I giggled and continued the assault I was doing on his neck. "Yeah, sure, okay, bye." Jason quickly ended the call and kissed me the way I like.

Jason pushed harder in to me as I felt my stomach tighten up. I moaned quite loud and I looked up to see jason face. So sweet and vanerable. So innocent...
I felt the wetness between my legs as we both let go.

Jason fell next to me and pulled me into his side. I smiled. Jason would never hurt me. Jason loves me-

My thoughts were pulled from me as I head the song 'My Shit Bang' break through our nice silence. I looked up to see Jason grab for his phone.

"Hey Darrel. No, she's actually with me. What?! No, she didn't tell me. I'll talk to you later, yeah, bye, thanks man. See you tomorrow." He hung up and sat up. I did as well. "Were you in the hospital?"

"How'd you...?" "You know I find everything out. Why didn't you tell me? Why were you there? Are you okay?" I nodded. "I'm fine. I just, hit my head, and blacked out." He looked at me. "You're lying." He stated bluntly. I sighed. Should I tell him some psycho pushed me down and made me hit my head and black out? "Who did it? I'll kill him!" Did I say that out loud? "Frankie... Who was it?" He gently grabbed my face, making me pay attention. He was fuming. I could practically see the steam come out his ears. "Just some guy. Calm down." I laid a hand on his chest and I could feel him relax. "I'll have him taken care of with one phone call. Tell me."

"I can't..." "Frankie Lynn Grey, tell me, please?" I looked into his eyes and he was pleading with me...

"Harry." I whispered. "Last name." He replied. "Harry Styles."

"He's dead." And with that he left the room, his fingers tapping away on his phone.





Notes

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8/3/16

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5/28/15

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