Don't Let Them Grind You Down

Frank POV

I tried to stay awake I really did, but I was exhasted.

As I dipped into the world of darkness Jeff's face floated in front of me, and suddenly I was re-living an event from last month:

I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, flicking through channels on the TV when the door burst open.

"What yoosh doings?" slurred Jeff

"Watching TV" I said trying to stay on his good side, he's a nasty drunk

"Don't takes that tooone with me!" he yelled, steadying himself on the arm of the couch

"Huh?" I asked confused.

Next thing I know he's dragging me into the kitchen by my collar

"Get of me!" I yelled, getting angry. he threw me into the corner and my head connected with the wall.

I hissed in pain as he clumsily searched through the drawers

"What are you..." I stopped. His eye's gleamed as the knife shinned under the kitchen lights

"Time to teash you a leshon" He was so drunk that he could hardly talk, yet he could try and kill me? Great!

I threw my hands up above my face to try and protect myself as he advanced

"Please...Please don't hurt me!"

He grinned and came at me. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks

I was about to yell when I felt arms around me and a bright light.

"Gee?" I gasped trying to get used to the lights

"Yeah, it's me, I'm here" he said and hugged me tight.

I was trying to stop the bad memories rolling through my mind

"bad dream?" I nodded and then opened my mouth,

"Or a flashback" SHIT he's looking at me now, great now he's gunna know, think Frank, think!!!

"What? Flashback of what? Who hurt you?" he asked his eyes full of concern

I shrunched up my face and closed my eyes

This was not happening!