Scars || Frank Iero

Prologue

DISCLAIMER; I HAD ONLY STARTED WATCHING PRETTY LITTLE LIARS A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I DIDN'T KNOW THEY ENDED TEXTS WITH -A OR ANYTHING SO IN THIS STORY THERE IS TEXTS OFF SOMEONE CALLED -A BUT IM TOO LAZY TO CHANGE IT SO BECAUSE ID HAVE TO CHANGE THE WHOLE CHARACTER

"Hey Bells?" Frank's voice breaks the silence we were in, we were both incredibly drunk from a party we had just evacuated from and decided just to sit in my damp flat watching reruns of Friends.

"Yes Frankie?" I croaked, we hadn't spoke for awhile now so my voice was all croaky. I immediately cleared my throat before gesturing for the small boy with the back fringe to continue.

"Do you think we'll be together for a long time?" He wondered aloud, I furrowed my eyebrows at him, was he doubting us? Did he not trust me?

"What do you mean?" I questioned him, I really hoped he wasn't doubting us. Frank hadn't asked me properly yet we were just together, but I liked not having labels, it was easier.

"I can just sense something isn't right, I can tell you're hiding something from me Arabella." He sighed after a moment, is this what it's all about?

"We all have battle wounds Frank, after a while they turn to scars, it's best not open them scars for what you'll find." I smiled, it wasn't a genuine smile but it was enough.

"You always say these things that never make sense." He whined.

"Life doesn't make sense Frankie, I just found that out earlier."

"I don't have scars Bells, I've never had anything to hide." Frank said to me, I sat there glaring at the wall.

"Everyone gets scars Frank, some people quicker than others, it just hurts more when it's by someone you love." I snapped, it was a very touchy subject to me and I didn't want to discuss it anymore.