Frankie's P.O.V.

I woke up with sweat sliding down my forehead. I looked over and Harry was still laying next to me, in a deep slumber. God, I wish that was me. I turned to my bed side clock and it read 6:12 AM. When will the night mares stop? They've gone down, I don't get them as often as I use to. I get them once or twice a week now, which is much better than getting them every fucking night... Different dream, same concept. It's dreams of different ways Jonny died. Jason knows, but he won't tell me. My parent's know but I hardly see them, they wouldn't tell me even if I asked anyway, and of course the police know but they said I was too young to speak with about his death. He was my favorite person in the world and I don't know what the hell happened to him, I think that's pretty fucked up.

Getting up, I grabbed my smaller blanket from the chair in my room and headed down stairs. I turned on the coffee pot while I went to the bathroom to do the morning things such as brushing my teeth and hair and using it. By the time I was done my coffee was ready. I grabbed Jonny's favorite thermos and poured my drink. I had to walk back up stairs to get to that bathroom because the upstairs bathroom window is the only way I could get to the roof. It's the highest place in my house. The closest I can get to Jonny. It's quiet and the best place to just sit and think. I guess it's a good thing I have a flat part on my roof. Laying back I closed my eyes and let the sun beat down on me and I drifted into a blissful sleep, where Jonny sat with me in my room.

Sarah's P.O.V.
“Sarah, get the fuck up.” I heard Harry's irritating voice and instantly got a headache. “Go away.” I sighed into Zayn's chest who was still sound sleep. I swear this kid could sleep through anything. “I'm serious Sarah, I can't find Frankie. I've looked through the whole fucking house, and shes no where! Her car is still here so I don't know what to do!” I shot up after hearing How panicked that little fucker was. “Shit shit shit!” I scrambled out of bed and ran up the stairs to see if her blanket was on the chair. That damn blanket is her life. It was a blanket Jonny had made for her when she was younger. If the blankets gone, so is she. First place to look is the roof. “What's wrong Sarah, where is she?” I waved him off as I walked to the bathroom to see the window shut, I stuck my head out to make sure she wasn't up there and she wasn't so there's only one other place she'd be. “Okay look, I got to go. Tell Zayn I went to go see Jonny, okay?” I asked Harry if he understood as I slide on my flip flops and grabbed Frankie's keys. “Who the hell is Jonny and where the hell is Frankie?” I walked out the door and hopped into her SUV. The cemetery is only 30 from here so there's no doubt she walked. I just hope she's okay by the time I get there.

As I pulled up I shut off the engine and hopped out. His grave is straight back from the big iron gates. I walked slowly, I hate doing this. I don't mind being there to help her, that's what best friends are for, that's not what I don't like. I don't like having to be the person to have to literally drag her back to the car.

“Hey Otis.” I said as I passed the grounds keeper. I'm here so often I'm on first name basis with the gardener. “Hey Sarah, She's only been here for about two hours. I have tea on in the den, would you like some?” I nodded knowing I should probably give her just a little more time. He lead the way to his living quarters and poured me a cup of steaming hot tea. He's a lovely old man. I actually enjoy his company.

“You know...” Otis began, “Her parents told me to stop letting her back there.” I sighed and nodded. “They always say that.” I laughed a breathy giggle trying to lighten the mood but I don't believe it helped much. “They were pretty serious this time, Sarah. They threatened to get me fired. I just can't bare telling Frankie she can't go see her brother. It's bad enough he was taken from her, she should be allowed to go see him as many times as she pleases. It's just wrong of them to forbid her to see Jonny. He was a good kid.” Otis sighed. We finished our tea in silence and it was now time to go get her. I wish I wasn't the one to always have to be the bad guy. Her parents don't want her here, but they never came to come get her, not once...

“I really like him, Bubby. He's great and sweet, and he fights with Sarah all the time and it's pretty funny... God I miss you. I know I say it all the time but I mean it. I just want you to come home. That's all I've ever wanted. Since the day you left. I've wished that you would walk through the front door and give me hug. God damnit why did you leave me?! You were suppose to be there my whole life. Save me from the monsters. You promised you help me with my demons, you broke your fucking promise Jonny! You- you-!” This is when it gets hard. She began to punch the ground and pull at the grass and dirt of his grave. She was screaming and crying and I turned around to see Otis looking through his window. He wiped his face and disappeared into the den.

I slowly walked over to her and grabbed her arms. She landed a good kick into my leg but I couldn't let go. I knew better. I dragged her back to her car and as I started it, I saw Otis with his gardening tools, on his way to clean up Jonny's grave. He made sure Jonny's grave was always kept up. He knew how important it was to Frankie.

Frankie mumbled all the way home. It's getting worst but she refuses to take her fucking medication. I know she still has that shit. She tries to hide it under her bed but I know better. I pulled into the driveway and looked at Frankie. Passed out, of course. She gets all worked up and and crashes after her episodes. If she was at his grave, she had a dream about him again. Which probably means she didn't sleep well last night. Her hand clutched around her 'J' necklace. I texted Zayn to carry her in the house and when he came out, so did Harry. I hopped out of the car and went up to Harry.

“What the fuck happened to her?!” Harry yelled and briskly walked toward Zayn, who had her in his arms. I pushed his back slightly. “Listen and listen good Styles. You're going to go up stairs and get in her bed, after I change her out of the muddy clothes I'll have Zayn bring her up. When she wakes up, you don't say a damn thing about this. Do you understand me? I fucking mean it.” I can't have her know that Harry saw even a little of her family matters. She'd be humiliated beyond belief. “Don't fucking tell me what to do Sarah.” Harry growled back.

“Harry if you say anything to Frankie about this, I'll kick your ass myself. This is serious shit and none of your concern. Either shut the fuck up and go up stairs or get the fuck out.” Zayn said as he pressed Frankie to his chest so she wouldn't fall. Harry's eyes widen slightly and I smiled a little. Harry threw his hands up in surrender and went in to the house.

Frankie's P.O.V.
I woke up and stretched my limbs. “Good morning, Beautiful...” I turned my head to see a green eyed boy looking down at me. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb and leaned down to kiss my nose. “Well aren't you cute.” I giggled. He smiled and sighed. I furrowed my eyebrows and asked him what was wrong. He did nothing but shake his head. I just shrugged it off for the time being and looked at the clock on my nightstand. 10:29 AM
“Damn we slept late. That's weird...” Harry just nodded his head. “Seriously Harry, what's wrong?” I asked as I sat up, facing him. “It's nothing really, but I got to go. Talk to you later?” He rushed out in one breath. He didn't even really give me a chance to say bye before he was out the door. I sighed and went to my bathroom to take a quick shower to get ready for the day.

After setting the water to the right temperature, I grabbed my shirt to take it off. I looked down at my baggy grey t shirt and realized I didn't wear this to bed last night. Then it hit me.

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