A/N this is chapter 3 review and enjoy bitches.

Frank pushed the food around his plate with his fork, staring at it as if it'd disappear under his glare. Every time he looked at me I gave him guilt tripping looks. He knew what was coming.

"Aren't you hungry Frank?" Mom asked.

"No mom, I'm not feeling well. Could I be excused please?" Frank mumbled.

"What's wrong sweetie, are you sick?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Nothing. I'm fine, can I go please?"

"Well if your sure-"

Frank was up and out his seat before mom could even finish and ran from the room.

I ate a few more fork full's before saying "Ma I gotta go take a shower, or I'll be late for school. Do you mind that I cut out early?" I asked nicely.

"Sure dear, and make sure your brother is okay" She replied.

"will do Ma" I left quickly, running up to my bathroom, locking the door, and turning on the shower. I could feel the water works starting, as the memories hit me. I undressed quickly and jumped into the shower. As soon as I shut the door the flash back hit me so hard I fell to my knees.

*flashback*

Cain and I were crossing the road to my house, and Cain being the slow bitch he was, took his time, I was laughing at him from the other side of the road. That's when I heard the squeal of tyres, and I noticed Lance's car a little too late. Everything happened in slow-motion as Lance's car collided with my best friend, he even hit the ground in slow-motion. Lance's car leaving skid marks as it sped away. Cain lay bleeding on the ground. I screamed and ran to him, but he was already dead. I screamed for anyone to help me and hugged Cain. He couldn't be dead, he was my best friend. A brother, almost. He wasn't allowed to die

*End of flashback*

I lay on the shower floor sobbing quietly, Cain was the world to me, he was my brother. I loved him, and lance took him from me. For what? Because he was gay? Where was the justice in that? After ten minutes I managed to pull my self together. I washed, then got out of the shower. I went to my room to get dressed, wearing black clothes and my military boots. I had to be at Leathermouth fine art institute in and hour. I had time.

I went to Frank's room and knocked on his door. I got a muffled "fuck off" in reply.

I sighed. "Listen here you ingrate, you better open this door right now or I'll kick it off its hinges" I threatened.

I heard movement behind the door then it flew open to reveal Frank "FUCK OFF" He screamed in my face. I stuck my foot in the door as he tried to slam it shut. It fucking hurt. I pushed the door open, rather annoyed Frank was pushing me away like this. I looked at him for a full minute before saying. "Talk about teenaged angst"

Frank stared dumbfounded for a second before I pushed passed him into his room. Before he could say anything. I nosed through his belongings. Giving myself time to be 100% composed. I sat on the end of his bed.

"What do you want?" Frank asked.

"Come here Frankie, you aren't getting out of this one you may as well sit down"

Frank sighed, flopping down onto his bed, laying on his back.

"That dickhead Lance is bullying you and you didn't tell me" I demanded annoyed.

"Yeah" he replied, staring at the misfits poster tacked to his ceiling.

"Do you still remember what he did to me?" I asked quietly. Trying to keep my voice steady.

Frank was quiet for a minute, he sat up cautiously "I remember" He said carefully.

I will seek my revenge on lance soon, oh so soon. First my best friend, now my brother. "So you understand how important it is to tell me the truth Frankie" I said fiercely. Frank nodded, I stood and walked to his door, opening it I looked back at him. "He took my best friend away from me Frank, I wont let him take you"

With that I left Frank's room, then the house to my car and drove away. Hurting Lance wouldn't make me happy enough.

*tears up* yeah D: