Fifteen Minutes (frerard)

Chapter 13

"You have to have some sort of dreams or aspirations," she said.

I just looked down, shrugging softly.

"You can't just not apply for college," my counselor said.

I just shrugged again.

"You're never gonna make it with just a high school degree," she said.

I didn't say anything, my eyes watering.

"You have to apply somewhere," She said.

I only shrugged again. I really wasn't wanting to go to college at all. I had no dreams or aspirations. What's the point of putting myself through all that stress.

"You can't just do nothing with your life," she said.

I wiped away some tears, wishing I could just leave.

"So you're just gonna do nothing with your life?" She asked.

I shrugged again.

She let out a sigh. How can a sigh sound so disappointed?

I stood up and left, passing the small line of other people who were here for meetings. I walked out of school, running the entire way home. I sobbed as I walked into my bedroom, shutting the door.

School ends in only about fifteen minutes, Frank will be wondering where I am when I don't come home with him. I wanted to cut, I needed to. But...Frank was always so proud of me when I didnt.

"Hey, Baby," I heard someone call.

Has it already been fifteen minutes?

"You here?" He asked.

Frank walked into my room, crawling into bed with me.

"You left early, what's wrong? What happened?" He asked.

I didn't say anything, turning my back to him.

"Baby, what happened with the meeting?" Frank asked softly.

Oh, his voice was so gentle and sweet.

"Gee?" He asked.

His arms wrapped around me and I whimpered.

"Baby, talk to me," he whispered.

"Go away, I wanna be alone," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry but I'm not gonna do that," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

Frank pulled me closer and I felt the heat radiating off his body.

"You want some food or something?" He asked. "I can go cook you something if you want. We have ice cream at my house."

"I'm not hungry," I muttered.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "It's strawberry, your favorite."

"Frank, just go," I said.

Frank didn't move, he only held me tighter.

"Baby, you're so perfect," he said, gently kissing the back of my shoulder.

I scooched out of his arms, facing the wall as I cried quietly. Frank moved closer but I only moved away. It continued like this until i was squeezed between him and the wall.

"Can't get away from me now," Frank said with a small chuckle.

I pushed him back as I stood up.

"Just leave already, Frank," I said.

I left the room, going to the bathroom. I sobbed as I shut the door, grabbing my razor. Stupid fuck.