Frank was arguing with his mom as she harshly told for you to leave. “No, mom. I want her. I don’t care how many other girls you’ve seen.” They were muffled as you were in his room. He didn’t want you to step a foot out. But you started packing the things you brought. You didn’t want to ruin their relationship. Your eyes were puffy. Nose red. Frank came in the room. He snatched the bag out your hand “your staying here, okay? I don’t care what she says” you didn’t want to cry again