038 - frank iero

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ quite recently, you'd been rushed into hospital after an accident that you'd gotten yourself into while out on your friend's quadbike. you were all out riding far too fast on your bikes down narrow country lanes, and then you suddenly crashed into this big stone wall... well, it resulted in crippling your legs and having to use a wheelchair. not to worry, said the doctor, as you'd only be using it temporarily, which meant a few months. you could live with that, as long as it meant being able to use your legs again eventually.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ now, being a wheelchair user meant your lover, frank, would be in charge of you. well, he was meant to be taking care of you gently, but it just felt so unromantic and just like a total power imbalance instead. it was embarrassing as well, having the school's resident dickhead wheel you around for all to see. frank was still trying his best to be intimate with you, however, always wanting to let everyone know that you were his baby and nobody else's... even when he was in complete control of you, and there was no way out for you.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ now, about a month later, you'd decided you'd had enough of frank. he was a cruel, evil boy, and you'd leave him tonight. it was a friday night; everyone you knew was out partying. and where were you? in your now-ex boyfriend's bedroom, packing up all of your things so that you could head back to your parents' house.

frank suddenly walks in. his eyes are like stale, hard orange candy as he glared at the loaded suitcase on his carpet. then, frank took a glance at you as you were clutching a rolled up shirt in your hand, and immediately realised that you were trying to leave him.

"w-wait, what the fuck are you doing?!" frank asked rhetorically, storming closer to you. he ripped the shirt from your delicate hands, his eyebrows furrowed in rage. "you're NOT leaving me, you fucking bitch!" frank roared, yanking the suitcase up from the floor and throwing it across the room, its contents flying out everywhere.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ to worsen the situation, frank lifted you up from your wheelchair and threw your frail body on to the bed. he then folded up your wheelchair, and stomped out of the room with it as he took it away from you, hiding it. he was now deciding for you that you didn't deserve to walk after attempting to escape his wrath.