Can't Hold it in Anymore II bowtiesandcomics
Frankie just walked through the streets, taking her time to get to Winstons. She knew that once she got there, things would become...real. Her boyfriend was hitting her, and she knew that she had to do something before...before it got too out of hand. She knew that she was a mess, her makeup was all messed up, and there was a bruise around her eye, and both of them were red and swollen from crying. She had a few bruises on her wrists from when he had grabbed her and pulled her out of the party. She was still in a state of shock, never thinking for a second that her boyfriend would hit her, but now she knew that the rumors were true...he had abused his old girlfriends and she let herself fall into his trap.
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of Winston's house. She took a deep breath and just stared up at it. Did she really want to admit what happened to her? She felt like she had no choice, if he found out that she didn't tell him, she knew that he wouldn't be happy, and she felt like she just needed to talk to someone, and Winston was the first to come to her mind. She texted Winston that she was there, and quietly opened the front door, shutting it behind her and quietly walking up the familiar steps to Winston's room. She carefully opened his door and walked in, keeping her head down until the last second, not wanting him to see the bruise, but knowing that he would. "Hi," she said softly, finally looking up at him.
