Frankie was mad.
He was so mad.
So mad he punched the wall and put a hole in it.
I've never seen someone so mad.
I sat on the bed curled into a little ball, sobbing my eyes out while I hugged Dee. Frankie was scaring me. In a way, he almost seemed like a monster.
“Stop it!” I cried. “You're scaring me! Please don't be a monster!”
Frank stopped, going over and pulling me into his arms.
“I'm sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I'm not mad at you, I promise. I could never be mad at you, I love you.”
“But I did something bad,” I cried.
“No, baby, you didn't do anything, that was her,” Frank said. “She took advantage of you. You were drunk, it's not like you could've done anything to stop her. She got you drunk, she's the monster.”
I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back softly
