The sharpest lives

Abigail

"Hey..."

A voice cut through my sleepy haze

"Abbi"

The voice said a little louder

"Frank, what are you doing?" Jack's voice asked from beside me

"I need to talk to Abbi" Frank spoke desperately "No, You need to let her sleep, its four in the morning" "Jack, You don't understand!" Frank said, a little rougher this time. I was too disoriented to flinch, the sudden snap didn't startle me. "No, I don't think YOU understand" Jack whispered harshly "She's had a rough few days, Wait till she wakes up, Can't you just call Gerard?" Jack pulled me closer to him....

What could Frank want... At four in the morning?

"Jack, Please just wake her, I need to talk, She's the one I want to do it with! She knows what's going through my head, Fuck. I'm begging you!" The desperation in his voice was all too familiar, I was able to shake myself out of sleep enough to speak.

"What's up" I mumbled sleepily "Thank god abi-" "Nothing, Frank let her sleep" Jack interrupted the obviously scared boy, Frank let out a slight whimper and I pushed myself away from Jack and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
Once they were focused I saw the fear in Franks. "Are you okay?" I asked, studying his face "Abb's he's fine, He's probably still drunk and paranoid over nothing" Jack grumbled. But I could tell he was completely sober "No, Jack. Something's wrong" I said shakily, not sure how well talking back would fair with him. But to my surprise, he just huffed "If you feel uncomfortable just get up and come back, he won't hurt you he has no right to" Jack said before pulling the blankets up to his chin and falling asleep again.

Frank led me out of my room and out onto the back porch.

By this time my own heart was racing. I was sure I was going to get hit or something. I wearily looked at him awaiting whatever it is that he was about to do...

I was surprised when looked at me sympathetically "W-what did you want" I tried to swallow my fear "Is it okay If I give you a hug?" His voice shook "I'm sorry, What?" he sighed and sat down on the damp wood of the porch "I feel like a dick head" He mumbled into his hands, Slowly I crouched down beside him "Why?" I didn't understand, HE looked at me with big watery eyes and sniffled "I've cause you to panic twice, and I don't even know you" He nearly sobbed

"When...When I first met you all I wanted to do was ask what was wrong. I could tell you'd had a hell of a night, By the dark circles and the way you were shaking, The scar on your left cheek. I didn't know who did it or what had happened but I wanted to, I never ment to scare you. I get you though I was going to hurt you. But I'd never... No matter what a person has done, no matter how fucked up I get I could never lay a hand on them. And I just... You remind me of her" He choked out, I looked at him about to ask who 'her' was but he answered it without me asking "She is... Or was my sister... I just... I never actually have any memories of her. The only vivid one I have is one of when my parents meeting these tall men at the door. I was in the living room. I was three. I remember sitting in her playpen with her... But uh, our dad came through and took her from me, My one-year-old sister. He just picked her up and carried her to the door, Fuck they didn't even give er a name... Once she was handed off. One of the two men... He handed about 1,000 to my mom." I felt sick "I wish I could have done something, But honestly, what can a three-year-old do when his parents are selling his sister." I shook my head "Frank I-" He shushed me "That around the time things went to shit" He laughed bitterly. "I watched my parents buy a shit ton of drugs. Day in day out. Sold clothes, food, themselves. But they fucking started with their own daughter. Abigail, how can you sell your own child?" My hand was covering my mouth now "I just wish, I need to know if she's okay... It was vacant from my mind for a while, but you triggered my memory of her..." He sighed in defeat "I shouldn't have woken you up for that... But I just wanted you to know that I was sorry, and I needed to tell someone about that... No one knows. Not even the cops or Mikey my worker... Or my boyfriend Gerard..." I let a few tears fall,

"Frank, I... I'm so sorry" he sighed "So what's your story" He looked up at me and I quickly looked down
"Abusive drunk druggie parents... It didn't start till I was about five... In a way I guess they never really felt like my parents, But I suppose that could be because I was seeing all these happy family around and how other kids were treated and then there were my parents. How they treated me and I was stuck with idea that at the time I had done something wrong to make my parents mad at me... I watched them countless times almost overdose on the floor and I had prayed that that would be the time they died. but My dad would wake up, and I would get punished" I closed my eyes for a second, Violent images flashed through my mind. Horrid flash backs. I swallowed thickly "Fuck... Abbi you don't have to, It's okay" His voice shook, I took a deep breath and nodded "We're both pretty fucked up eh?" I chuckled slightly at him "Yeah I suppose we are" I agreed "So... Tell me, Why do you do all the drinking and drugs" It was a stupid question, he sighed "I watched my parents" I nodded "You can either let it make break or change you I suppose" He laughed dryly at my comment "It made me" He shook his head "Broke me" I mumbled, His eyes drifted towards me "You're not broken" He said sadly "I am, I'm a broken lost cause... There's no point in me being here. There's no point in May trying to change my life around, I'm seventeen and completely destroyed." his eyebrows were now furrowed I could tell he didn't know what to say, So he pondered for a moment, I gave him time because frankly, I wouldn't know what to say either "If your destroyed, Then I'm a nuke" I cocked an eyebrow at him, I could tell he was trying to be funny and make me laugh.

And I tried to contain it. I really did, But I couldn't help but laugh at his comment "What" I let a smile find its way onto my face, Frank wearing a smile of his own "I didn't know what else to say, Okay, ha ha" he laughed I shook my head at him "So you decided to compare yourself to a nuke?" He nodded as if it wasn't a big deal. I sighed and looked out into the backyard, the sun was just starting to ries above the houses. "I love this time" I sighed contently "Same, There's just, peace. Like nothings wrong for a while.. nd you can forget about all your problems are non-existing..." I nodded in agreement.

"You guys have been out here for over an hour and a half, everything okay?" Jack questioned from behind us "Yeah, Everything is good" Frank smiled up at him and he nodded before closing the door again.

And sudenly the tattooed man who once terifide me. Now was slowly gaining my trust... And following back to what he was saying earlier, I too felt like I knew him in some weird way.

Notes

Nothing to say here lol