My Daddy, Gerard
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My lips still locked on Frank’s, I began to fall off the couch. I reluctantly stopped the kiss.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’m” – then I fell with a scream – “falling.”
Frank started laughing while I stood up. I glared at him as he sat up. “It’s not funny!” I said with a pout on my mouth.
I lifted my arm to scratch my head, and my jacket sleeve fell down, exposing my left wrist. I didn’t have a wristband on… so the fresh scars on my arm were revealed. I had merely been remembering the pain I felt during my old life. My “parents” had hated me with a fiery passion. I knew I had so much to be happy about now, but the pain was still there and could never go away.
Frank saw and stopped laughing. The laughs were replaced by a gasp, and his eyes became huge. “Alison!”
I frowned and turned away, pulling up my sleeve.
“Alison,” Frank said with concern, “What’s this?”
I felt a tear well in my eye, and I held it back. But then I just burst out in tears, throwing myself onto the floor.
“I,” I choked, “I-I….”
“Oh,” Frank gasped, coming to comfort me. “Alison, it’s okay.”
He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed. I was hugging my knees as I sniffed. “Frank,” I whined, “I don’t know!” I didn’t deal with pain well.
We sat there for a second, until I placed my hand on Frank’s arm. He was whispering things like, “It’s fine, I’m not mad,” and “Don’t cry, I know how it feels.” I just continued crying.
“I… I just…” I whined again, “I use it as a way” – sob – “to deal with my memories.” Sob. “Frank, I’m so sorry.”
My crying let up as Frank lifted me from the ground gently. He just stood there as I cried in his arms, not even caring how heavy I was. He was strong enough. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “I’m so fucked up.”
He kissed my forehead. “So am I, so we’re perfect. It’s okay,” he said, smiling.
I stopped sobbing completely, although tears still ran. I smiled back through the silent tears. “Frankie, will you take a nap with me?” I batted my eyelashes cute as I could, considering the fact they were soaked with tears. “Je mignonne, n’est pas?”
He smiled. “Oui. And I will, as long as you’ll walk.”
I smiled back and he put me on my feet.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’m” – then I fell with a scream – “falling.”
Frank started laughing while I stood up. I glared at him as he sat up. “It’s not funny!” I said with a pout on my mouth.
I lifted my arm to scratch my head, and my jacket sleeve fell down, exposing my left wrist. I didn’t have a wristband on… so the fresh scars on my arm were revealed. I had merely been remembering the pain I felt during my old life. My “parents” had hated me with a fiery passion. I knew I had so much to be happy about now, but the pain was still there and could never go away.
Frank saw and stopped laughing. The laughs were replaced by a gasp, and his eyes became huge. “Alison!”
I frowned and turned away, pulling up my sleeve.
“Alison,” Frank said with concern, “What’s this?”
I felt a tear well in my eye, and I held it back. But then I just burst out in tears, throwing myself onto the floor.
“I,” I choked, “I-I….”
“Oh,” Frank gasped, coming to comfort me. “Alison, it’s okay.”
He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed. I was hugging my knees as I sniffed. “Frank,” I whined, “I don’t know!” I didn’t deal with pain well.
We sat there for a second, until I placed my hand on Frank’s arm. He was whispering things like, “It’s fine, I’m not mad,” and “Don’t cry, I know how it feels.” I just continued crying.
“I… I just…” I whined again, “I use it as a way” – sob – “to deal with my memories.” Sob. “Frank, I’m so sorry.”
My crying let up as Frank lifted me from the ground gently. He just stood there as I cried in his arms, not even caring how heavy I was. He was strong enough. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “I’m so fucked up.”
He kissed my forehead. “So am I, so we’re perfect. It’s okay,” he said, smiling.
I stopped sobbing completely, although tears still ran. I smiled back through the silent tears. “Frankie, will you take a nap with me?” I batted my eyelashes cute as I could, considering the fact they were soaked with tears. “Je mignonne, n’est pas?”
He smiled. “Oui. And I will, as long as you’ll walk.”
I smiled back and he put me on my feet.
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