As i Lay In The Hospital Bed
Chapter 6
Franks POV
Fuck. I jolt upwards in my bed. Screaming from downstairs.
“MUM?!?!” I shouted.
I jumped out of bed. Forcefully opened the door, and ran down the stairs.
There was Dad.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE WHERE’S MY FUCKING DINNER?!” Dad shouted at her face.
She winced in the corner.
“um…”
“DID I SAY YOU COULD FUCKING SPEAK?!?!” Dad said kicking her in the stomach.
“STOP!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed.
I knew I couldn’t take him on I was short with little strength.
“ What are you fucking going to do?” He shouted pushing me.
“JUST FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE!” I screamed punching him as hard as I could.
He punched me hard in the face and threw me across our glass table. I lay in agony. Tears were running down my face. I could feel the blood draining away from my body.
I groan as I lift myself up from the ground.
The door slams. Dads gone, probably back to the pub.
“Mummm….?” I whisper in pain.
I tried and pull myself to her.
My eyes were blurry and I could feel the glass stabing into me.
“Frank? FRANK?!” Mum’s voice stared trailing off.
Black rushed over my eyes.
Brandon's POV
I haven’t seen Frank in a week he hasn’t been at school.
I rang his house but no answer.
I’m getting worried now.
I miss him.
Fuck. I jolt upwards in my bed. Screaming from downstairs.
“MUM?!?!” I shouted.
I jumped out of bed. Forcefully opened the door, and ran down the stairs.
There was Dad.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE WHERE’S MY FUCKING DINNER?!” Dad shouted at her face.
She winced in the corner.
“um…”
“DID I SAY YOU COULD FUCKING SPEAK?!?!” Dad said kicking her in the stomach.
“STOP!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed.
I knew I couldn’t take him on I was short with little strength.
“ What are you fucking going to do?” He shouted pushing me.
“JUST FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE!” I screamed punching him as hard as I could.
He punched me hard in the face and threw me across our glass table. I lay in agony. Tears were running down my face. I could feel the blood draining away from my body.
I groan as I lift myself up from the ground.
The door slams. Dads gone, probably back to the pub.
“Mummm….?” I whisper in pain.
I tried and pull myself to her.
My eyes were blurry and I could feel the glass stabing into me.
“Frank? FRANK?!” Mum’s voice stared trailing off.
Black rushed over my eyes.
Brandon's POV
I haven’t seen Frank in a week he hasn’t been at school.
I rang his house but no answer.
I’m getting worried now.
I miss him.