Razorblade Regrets and Revenge Renegades, chapter 38
I snuck inside and looked down at the white sheets. They bothered me somehow. Frank appeared to be sleeping as I slid into the chair beside him. "Who is it," he asked in a small whispered coarse voice.
My head shot up, "It's me."
"Come closer," he asked, reaching forward. I edged the chair closer to the bed. "Closer...come here." I stood up and leaned over the bed as his left hand reached up to my face, wiping away the wetness. "It's not your fault...I know you think it's your fault. These kind of things happen to everyone...this was just...bad luck, that's all. I'll be out of here soon."
"But I shouldn't have made you walk me home... it is my fault. If I never asked you to walk me home, this wouldn't have happened, and you'd be at work right now."
"It's not your fault," he said again. He kept saying that in a quiet voice with his eyes closed, almost half asleep. It must have been the morphine they had him on, since they did say two of his ribs were broken. And he kept repeating the same thing over and over again until he fell asleep- my face still lingered over his from when he told me to come closer. Once I was sure he was sleeping, I sat down in the chair next to him and started nervously playing with my fingers.
Then once again, my phone wrung. I looked down at the screen- Frankie's mother's number showed up. Of course- it was after supper now... I should have known I was expecting one of these calls. Oh god- what do I tell her? I can't tell her what happened. I just won't answer the phone... yea, that's it- just don't answer it. But even after a few minutes of it continuously ringing, a wall of guilt started to form in my head and I flipped open the phone, "Hello?"
"Sienna? Oh...have you seen Frank today. It's just he never called after school and he isn't at work, because his boss called and said he never showed up today and he isn't answering his phone."
"Yea... I've seen him. I'm with him right now."
"That's a relief, can I talk to him?"
"No...we're at the hospital- you have to come up here...it's Frank. He was walking me home and this mob came up and beat him up for no reason...they stole his bag. His phone was in there." But by the time I was finished, the other line was already dead.
I sighed at looked across the room to the window when there was a rustling at the door. "Hey Anna," Heather said from the doorway, with a weird look across her face. Mikey pushed passed her and walked into the room across the bed from me.
"Holy shit," he remarked. "What happened? It looks like he got in a car crash."
"I don't feel like explaining it anymore," I said and looked back down at the sheets. Before long, the whole gang had pushed through the doorway except Gerard, who simply stood outside in the hall. I got up and walked up to him. "You want to go outside?" I asked.
He nodded, "Sure."
I pulled my jacket in closer as I pulled a pack of smokes from my pocket and stuck one in my mouth. "So...what did the doctor say?"
"Uh...he'll be alright. He's got two broken ribs...and they fractured his arm."
"Oh...did they hurt you?" I sat down on the curb and looked down the street at the dim street lights.
"No...at least I don't think so."
"What do you mean you don't think so?"
I shuffled my feet around, "I dunno...I passed out. I think when the one guy pushed me he tried to choke me or something, but I don't know."
"What makes you think that?"
I opened my jacket to reveal the yellow bruise around my collar. "Woah dude- you're shirt."
"I know."
"Do you think he tried to...uh, well- you know what I mean."
"No- my buttons ripped of when he pushed me against the wall, he was grabbing onto the collar of my shirt."
"Oh- okay. Just be careful."
I nodded as he came and sat beside me. "So...how are you?"
"I guess I'm okay. I'm not the one in there. But I still can't help but to feel like it's my fault- ya know? I mean. I was the one who asked him to come with me in the first place. It's all my fault."
"It's not your fault- they must have targeted him for some reason, or else they would have hurt you too...I wonder why."
"I'm going back inside," I said, crushing my smoke under my sneaker and headed inside with my hands shoved in my pockets. I didn't want to think that they had targeted him for some reason...it only made things worse
My head shot up, "It's me."
"Come closer," he asked, reaching forward. I edged the chair closer to the bed. "Closer...come here." I stood up and leaned over the bed as his left hand reached up to my face, wiping away the wetness. "It's not your fault...I know you think it's your fault. These kind of things happen to everyone...this was just...bad luck, that's all. I'll be out of here soon."
"But I shouldn't have made you walk me home... it is my fault. If I never asked you to walk me home, this wouldn't have happened, and you'd be at work right now."
"It's not your fault," he said again. He kept saying that in a quiet voice with his eyes closed, almost half asleep. It must have been the morphine they had him on, since they did say two of his ribs were broken. And he kept repeating the same thing over and over again until he fell asleep- my face still lingered over his from when he told me to come closer. Once I was sure he was sleeping, I sat down in the chair next to him and started nervously playing with my fingers.
Then once again, my phone wrung. I looked down at the screen- Frankie's mother's number showed up. Of course- it was after supper now... I should have known I was expecting one of these calls. Oh god- what do I tell her? I can't tell her what happened. I just won't answer the phone... yea, that's it- just don't answer it. But even after a few minutes of it continuously ringing, a wall of guilt started to form in my head and I flipped open the phone, "Hello?"
"Sienna? Oh...have you seen Frank today. It's just he never called after school and he isn't at work, because his boss called and said he never showed up today and he isn't answering his phone."
"Yea... I've seen him. I'm with him right now."
"That's a relief, can I talk to him?"
"No...we're at the hospital- you have to come up here...it's Frank. He was walking me home and this mob came up and beat him up for no reason...they stole his bag. His phone was in there." But by the time I was finished, the other line was already dead.
I sighed at looked across the room to the window when there was a rustling at the door. "Hey Anna," Heather said from the doorway, with a weird look across her face. Mikey pushed passed her and walked into the room across the bed from me.
"Holy shit," he remarked. "What happened? It looks like he got in a car crash."
"I don't feel like explaining it anymore," I said and looked back down at the sheets. Before long, the whole gang had pushed through the doorway except Gerard, who simply stood outside in the hall. I got up and walked up to him. "You want to go outside?" I asked.
He nodded, "Sure."
I pulled my jacket in closer as I pulled a pack of smokes from my pocket and stuck one in my mouth. "So...what did the doctor say?"
"Uh...he'll be alright. He's got two broken ribs...and they fractured his arm."
"Oh...did they hurt you?" I sat down on the curb and looked down the street at the dim street lights.
"No...at least I don't think so."
"What do you mean you don't think so?"
I shuffled my feet around, "I dunno...I passed out. I think when the one guy pushed me he tried to choke me or something, but I don't know."
"What makes you think that?"
I opened my jacket to reveal the yellow bruise around my collar. "Woah dude- you're shirt."
"I know."
"Do you think he tried to...uh, well- you know what I mean."
"No- my buttons ripped of when he pushed me against the wall, he was grabbing onto the collar of my shirt."
"Oh- okay. Just be careful."
I nodded as he came and sat beside me. "So...how are you?"
"I guess I'm okay. I'm not the one in there. But I still can't help but to feel like it's my fault- ya know? I mean. I was the one who asked him to come with me in the first place. It's all my fault."
"It's not your fault- they must have targeted him for some reason, or else they would have hurt you too...I wonder why."
"I'm going back inside," I said, crushing my smoke under my sneaker and headed inside with my hands shoved in my pockets. I didn't want to think that they had targeted him for some reason...it only made things worse
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