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Chapter Twenty Eight.

The rain just seemed to get heavier and heavier as the evening went on. Fortunately, we’d found a pizza place just around the corner, so we were sat in the dry and sharing a mushroom pizza and cola. Frank seemed happier than I’d seen him in days; he was making conversation about all sorts of things, wanting to know my opinion, and not talking about anything related to home. I hadn’t seen him like this since he was hanging out with Mikey, and I wondered what would’ve happened had I never met or spoken to him. Maybe Mikey would be sat here now instead of me. Or maybe Frank would be alone. I shuddered at the thought.

“Are you alright?” Frank asked me as he took a sip of drink.

“Yeah, just…I was just thinking about when we met,” I told him.

“When you told me to ‘fuck off’ you mean…?” he asked, smirking at me.

“Um, well, after that. The day after…when we were stood by the lockers. I was just thinking about what would’ve happened if we never…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence and suddenly I didn’t feel hungry any more. I pushed the last slice of pizza towards him and sat back in my chair.

“But we did,” he stated matter-of-factly while reaching for the last slice.

I turned away and gazed out the window at the rain-drenched street instead, “You don’t regret it, do you?” I asked quietly.

“Regret what?”

“Us.”

“Of course I don’t; I love you.”

A smile tugged at my lips and I turned back to face him again.

“D’you wanna go back to the hotel?” he queried, smiling suggestively at me.

I grinned shyly, briefly staring down at the floor before nodding.

Frank went to use the bathroom while I sat staring out of the window; there was something so mesmerising about the night time…or maybe it was the light reflections in the water. But I sat there until I recognised a coat outside the window. At first it was just one of those familiarities…like maybe I’d seen it somewhere before. But after a minute, I realised it belonged to Frank’s step-dad and I leapt out of my chair. Frank was walking out of the bathroom when I ran straight into him and he started laughing. I pulled him back inside and shut the door behind us, struggling to think of what to do.

“What’s going on?” Frank asked, confused.

I didn’t know whether I should tell him or not, but ultimately decided that he had to know.

“Your step-dad’s here,” I said carefully.

I could almost see his heart sink as he swallowed. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Someone must’ve seen us get on the bus. Come on, we’ll go out the back way,” I told him.

“We can’t go through the back!” Frank said as I poked my head out the bathroom door, “It’s the kitchen back there.”

“Sure we can,” I reassured him, taking his hand in mine, “We’ll run, come on.”

And we ran, much to the displeasure of the restaurant staff. But we ran all through the kitchen and out through the fire escape into the back alley. My heart was racing so fast I barely had time to think, but Frank was pulling me towards the street.

“He’s right outside the restaurant!” I warned.

Frank didn’t reply, but instead peered around the corner.

“Frank!” I hissed, worried that he might get seen, “If he sees you…”

“It’s okay,” he replied, calmly turning back to me, “He’s just gone inside.”

“Right, we’ve gotta get out of here, now,” I declared, and admittedly panicking somewhat.

“Where are we gonna go?”

“We can stay at the hotel for tonight; I used fake names at reception.”

Frank laughed slightly, “You’re full of surprises,” he mused as we started to cross the road.

I must’ve checked the door lock about a dozen times before I was finally satisfied no one could break it down. But I pulled a chair in front of it anyway, just in case.

Frank settled himself on his bed and pulled the snow globe out of his bag, watching happily as the fake snow fell inside the glass. I lay back on my bed for a while, trying to come up with a plan to save us, but everything just resulted in us getting caught somehow. Eventually I sighed and got up again to use the bathroom.

Frank was still sat on his bed when I got back, but his snow globe was seemingly safely packed away in his bag.

He looked downbeat again, like the realisation was just sinking in that we were on the verge of being found out.

“You know we’re gonna get caught, don’t you?” Frank asked. I didn’t answer; I didn’t even want to think about the increasing likelihood that we were going to have to go back.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he added. I pulled back my bedcovers and climbed in, not bothering to get undressed; not wanting to get undressed given how unclean and cold the sheets felt against my skin.

“Are you sleeping over there?” I asked, feigning offence as I lay down on my own bed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel him watching me. He didn’t reply to my question, but shifted across the floor quickly and climbed beside me on my bed.

Something wasn’t right though; he felt despondent as he smothered my lips with his own. He was desperate and forceful, and if I’m honest, it wasn’t pleasurable at all. I held his shoulders firmly and pushed him away as gently as I could without offending him.

He seemed shocked at first, simply blinking at me. But then he shuffled across to the end of the bed. As I watched his expression change from desperation to confusion and right through to being sad and ashamed, it occurred to me that maybe he needed this, just needed to be comforted. Maybe he just needed to feel something other than stress and loss, like he needed to forget about his home life. I got on my knees and crawled across the bed towards him, carefully watching him for signs of disapproval.

“Please,” he whispered, watching me approach with pleading eyes. He slowly turned to meet me and then there was pressure against my lips before I even knew what was happening. But this time it felt different, Frank was being different; calmer yet more seductive in his intentions. And it was working. All my senses seemed heightened as he held my face in his hands and kissed me. I knew he was probably doing it for all the wrong reasons, but at that moment I didn’t care. Memories of a few nights ago came flooding back to me as he slipped his tongue against my own. I remembered the look on his face, the pleasure; I wanted to see it again. But some annoying, nagging voice in the back of my mind told me to stop and told me that Frank wasn’t really ready for this. So reluctantly, I stopped; we stopped.

We spent the night curled up on my cold bed, Frank clinging to my side as he slept. I couldn’t sleep. I guess fear kept me awake. Fear of being found, or maybe it was just the fear that it would be Frank’s step-dad who would find us first, alone.

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Chapter Twenty Eight.

The rain just seemed to get heavier and heavier as the evening went on. Fortunately, we’d found a pizza place just around the corner, so we were sat in the dry and sharing a mushroom pizza and cola. Frank seemed happier than I’d seen him in days; he was making conversation about all sorts of things, wanting to know my opinion, and not talking about anything related to home. I hadn’t seen him like this since he was hanging out with Mikey, and I wondered what would’ve happened had I never met or spoken to him. Maybe Mikey would be sat here now instead of me. Or maybe Frank would be alone. I shuddered at the thought.

“Are you alright?” Frank asked me as he took a sip of drink.

“Yeah, just…I was just thinking about when we met,” I told him.

“When you told me to ‘fuck off’ you mean…?” he asked, smirking at me.

“Um, well, after that. The day after…when we were stood by the lockers. I was just thinking about what would’ve happened if we never…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence and suddenly I didn’t feel hungry any more. I pushed the last slice of pizza towards him and sat back in my chair.

“But we did,” he stated matter-of-factly while reaching for the last slice.

I turned away and gazed out the window at the rain-drenched street instead, “You don’t regret it, do you?” I asked quietly.

“Regret what?”

“Us.”

“Of course I don’t; I love you.”

A smile tugged at my lips and I turned back to face him again.

“D’you wanna go back to the hotel?” he queried, smiling suggestively at me.

I grinned shyly, briefly staring down at the floor before nodding.

Frank went to use the bathroom while I sat staring out of the window; there was something so mesmerising about the night time…or maybe it was the light reflections in the water. But I sat there until I recognised a coat outside the window. At first it was just one of those familiarities…like maybe I’d seen it somewhere before. But after a minute, I realised it belonged to Frank’s step-dad and I leapt out of my chair. Frank was walking out of the bathroom when I ran straight into him and he started laughing. I pulled him back inside and shut the door behind us, struggling to think of what to do.

“What’s going on?” Frank asked, confused.

I didn’t know whether I should tell him or not, but ultimately decided that he had to know.

“Your step-dad’s here,” I said carefully.

I could almost see his heart sink as he swallowed. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Someone must’ve seen us get on the bus. Come on, we’ll go out the back way,” I told him.

“We can’t go through the back!” Frank said as I poked my head out the bathroom door, “It’s the kitchen back there.”

“Sure we can,” I reassured him, taking his hand in mine, “We’ll run, come on.”

And we ran, much to the displeasure of the restaurant staff. But we ran all through the kitchen and out through the fire escape into the back alley. My heart was racing so fast I barely had time to think, but Frank was pulling me towards the street.

“He’s right outside the restaurant!” I warned.

Frank didn’t reply, but instead peered around the corner.

“Frank!” I hissed, worried that he might get seen, “If he sees you…”

“It’s okay,” he replied, calmly turning back to me, “He’s just gone inside.”

“Right, we’ve gotta get out of here, now,” I declared, and admittedly panicking somewhat.

“Where are we gonna go?”

“We can stay at the hotel for tonight; I used fake names at reception.”

Frank laughed slightly, “You’re full of surprises,” he mused as we started to cross the road.

I must’ve checked the door lock about a dozen times before I was finally satisfied no one could break it down. But I pulled a chair in front of it anyway, just in case.

Frank settled himself on his bed and pulled the snow globe out of his bag, watching happily as the fake snow fell inside the glass. I lay back on my bed for a while, trying to come up with a plan to save us, but everything just resulted in us getting caught somehow. Eventually I sighed and got up again to use the bathroom.

Frank was still sat on his bed when I got back, but his snow globe was seemingly safely packed away in his bag.

He looked downbeat again, like the realisation was just sinking in that we were on the verge of being found out.

“You know we’re gonna get caught, don’t you?” Frank asked. I didn’t answer; I didn’t even want to think about the increasing likelihood that we were going to have to go back.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he added. I pulled back my bedcovers and climbed in, not bothering to get undressed; not wanting to get undressed given how unclean and cold the sheets felt against my skin.

“Are you sleeping over there?” I asked, feigning offence as I lay down on my own bed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel him watching me. He didn’t reply to my question, but shifted across the floor quickly and climbed beside me on my bed.

Something wasn’t right though; he felt despondent as he smothered my lips with his own. He was desperate and forceful, and if I’m honest, it wasn’t pleasurable at all. I held his shoulders firmly and pushed him away as gently as I could without offending him.

He seemed shocked at first, simply blinking at me. But then he shuffled across to the end of the bed. As I watched his expression change from desperation to confusion and right through to being sad and ashamed, it occurred to me that maybe he needed this, just needed to be comforted. Maybe he just needed to feel something other than stress and loss, like he needed to forget about his home life. I got on my knees and crawled across the bed towards him, carefully watching him for signs of disapproval.

“Please,” he whispered, watching me approach with pleading eyes. He slowly turned to meet me and then there was pressure against my lips before I even knew what was happening. But this time it felt different, Frank was being different; calmer yet more seductive in his intentions. And it was working. All my senses seemed heightened as he held my face in his hands and kissed me. I knew he was probably doing it for all the wrong reasons, but at that moment I didn’t care. Memories of a few nights ago came flooding back to me as he slipped his tongue against my own. I remembered the look on his face, the pleasure; I wanted to see it again. But some annoying, nagging voice in the back of my mind told me to stop and told me that Frank wasn’t really ready for this. So reluctantly, I stopped; we stopped.

We spent the night curled up on my cold bed, Frank clinging to my side as he slept. I couldn’t sleep. I guess fear kept me awake. Fear of being found, or maybe it was just the fear that it would be Frank’s step-dad who would find us first, alone.