"No!"
Frank screamed as he sat up. His chest heaved as he tried to get his bearings. His hands ran frantically over his face. There was no make-up. This is what happened to me, sweetie. He looked at himself. No leather. You're beautiful. But you're scaring me.He drew his knees to his chin and eyed his feet. No platform shoes. Master. He shook his head furiously, "I hate him. Damn you, Riff Raff!"
Belle knocked briskly. The door opened readily. It was the morning after Feral had showed up unannounced. It was early, around eight. Michael greeted Belle with a quick kiss, "Hey, babe." She grinned mischievously, "Is Feral around?" "Just us." "That's good. What are you doing right about now?" He smirked, "Nothing but watching you look at me." She nodded, "Can I come in?" He stepped aside to let her in. A black Porsche slowed as she stepped inside, her blonde hair shining as she moved. The door shut as the car stopped completely.
Frank looked closely at the now closed door. His brow furrowed, "This is Michael's address. And last time I checked, Feral had black hair." He shook his head, "I can't get involved." He looked slowly beside him. His briefcase sat on the passenger seat. Inside was Feral's phone number, he knew. He also had a cell phone sitting on the dash. He picked it up, "I'm going to regret this." He unlocked the case and found the phone number on an index card. He dialed quickly and put the phone to his ear. At the same time, he began to drive. He knew he looked odd with his car just sitting in the road. The line came alive, "Hello?" "Uh, yes, hello. Is this Mrs. Hane, Feral's mother?" "Yes. Who is this?" "I'm Dr. Furter. I-" "Oh! Hello. Feral's right here. Hold on." Frank leaned closer to hear the background noise, "Feral!" "Leave me alone!" "Dr. Furter is on the phone!" He heard the mother return, "Hold on." "Thanks." An extra line picked up, and Mrs. Hane hung up. "Frank?" He smiled, "Hello, Fay. How are things?" She paused briefly, "Well, not much is different than usual. Mom and I are fighting, as usual." He felt sad, "I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news, but. I think we should meet at Mick's house." "Um. Ok. Is something wrong?" "Kind of. Do me a favor. Park on a different street and walk to his door. I'll meet you there. Don't knock on it." She sounded confused, yet understanding, "All. All right." The line went dead. Frank sighed as he flung the phone back on the dashboard. He wheeled the car on the side of a nearby street and hopped out. He walked slowly back toward Mick's house as he scratched his head thoughtfully. Maybe it's his sister. Or his mother. No, his mother would be older. He doesn't look like her at all, they can't be sisters. As long as she's not his lover. Oh God, why did I call Fay?" As he reached the door, Fay came running toward him. He caught her elbows as she almost tripped. She blushed, "Sorry." He couldn't help remembering the horrid dream, "Er. No problem." She asked, "What's wrong?" He gulped, "This is hard to explain. Is Mick related to any blonde girls?" "No." Fear began to form in her eyes. He frowned, "Well. He just let one in. But not before kissing her on the lips." Feral's eyes widened, "Oh no." He spoke hurriedly, "It was a very quick kiss. I swear. It could be nothing." She looked broken. She struggled with words, "Please. Hide in the bushes or something." He tried to help, "You're sure I shouldn't come with you?" "Yes. Now go, hurry." He shrunk into a bush beside the door and held his breath. She knocked. There was no answer. After a minute or so, she tried the knob. It opened. She glanced at Frank. He returned the gaze helplessly. With that, she stepped in quietly. She moved across the kitchen silently. She reached the bedroom door. She felt heavy and sad as she hesitated to open it. She knew she had to do it. The door swung open slightly. Mick didn't hear it and neither did the girl that was bucking on top of him. She couldn't speak. The girl moaned as she pushed harder into him, "Oh, Mickey." He answered, "Oh, Belle. You're the best, baby." Feral gulped and whispered, "That's really not a compliment, Belle. I mean, all you had to beat was little old me." Both of their heads turned. She continued angrily, "Or are there others, Mickey?! Well?!" Belle flung herself under a blanket and sat up. Mick drew his knees to his chin and said hopelessly, "Feral, I really didn't mean to hurt you." That was all she needed, "Oh, really?! You think I like seeing you fuck some stupid whore? Or did she know about me, Mick? Did you tell her that I enjoy it when my boyfriend sleeps around? Did you tell her that I love the feeling that the body I caress with love is being shared? But of course you did! Because you're right!" She threw her hands up furiously, "Let's all have a damn orgy!" Belle looked as if she had just woken up, "Oh my God, Feral. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that you really loved him." Feral looked tired all of a sudden and waved a weak hand, "No, it doesn't matter." Belle stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself, "Oh, please don't be mad. You're right, I am a. a whore." Feral looked surprised, "You're probably not. I just loved him." She shook her head, "I'm a whore. I don't love him like you do- Wait, you said you 'loved' him." Feral glared at him, "That's right. I don't love him anymore. Goodbye, both of you." She hurried out of the room, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. As she shut his front door, she fell point blank onto the pavement in front of it. She screamed all of her breath into the morning. Frank jumped from the bushes. He said nothing as he knelt, holding her hand. She squeezed it hard, digging in her nails. Frank winced, but he knew she needed something for her anger and her despair. His hand was both. The door opened. Mick had put on jeans. He said, "Feral, please." She turned slowly, "Oh, Mick. Come here." Frank looked appalled. He thought, No, no. don't forgive him! Mick leaned closely into her. She whispered, "Mick." "Yes?" She said loudly, "FUCK OFF!" He fell backward. He looked at Frank for the first time, "Who the hell are you?" Frank looked grave. He didn't answer. He just looked at Fay. For some reason, he saw her as his Fay Wray. Look at my poor Fay Wray. Suddenly, he felt himself becoming unstoppably furious. His eyes became a dark, sea green color. His eyebrows went down angrily. He said in a hateful whisper, "Frank N. Furter. A friend." He looked surprised, "You're her psychiatrist. What are you doing here?" He laughed, enjoying his position, "Why, I saw that little fox walking into your house. and I called Fay." He mocked, "I just knew it had to be a misunderstanding." Mick choked, "You bastard." Frank growled, "Me? Me?! You little punk." He gently released Fay's hand, placing it in her lap. He patted her shoulder as he got up, distantly hearing her sniffle. He came up a few inches taller than Mick, and that helped as he continued, "I'm not a bastard for doing something good. If you hadn't done anything, I wouldn't be a bastard to you, would I? So. I guess I'm a bastard because of you. What should I do about that.?" Mick sounded uneasy but growled, "You can't do anything, old man." Frank felt hurt and angry. He was not an old man. He was a Transylvanian. He would become more graceful and strong with age. He also knew he could kick this kid's. He stopped and reminded himself that he had given up his ways of force. He sighed, "You're right." The boy smiled, "That's right. You're probably a pervert. What do you do to Feral? Do you fuck her?" Feral looked up, "No, he doesn't. I swear, I'd never cheat on you." Something came over Frank, "Even if I did, why should you be able to say anything about it? I don't have sex with her. If I did. It would be out of love!" Feral looked surprised, but he hurried on, "She's a good girl, and you took advantage of her! Can't you see that she's depressed enough? The least you could do was be there for her and try to comfort her!" Mick looked scared, "Whoa, sorry." Feral said quietly, "I could kill you, Mick." Mick said back, "You wouldn't, I know." Frank had had enough, "But I would. And I can. I didn't want to do this, but you're asking for it. How is this for an 'old guy'?" Frank backed Mick into the door and punched him in the face. Blood spurted from his nose as Frank kicked him hard in the groin. Without a second's pause, he spun Mick around and onto his knees, holding his wrists behind his back. He whispered, "Apologize to her." Mick moaned, "I'm sorry, ok? Let me go!" Frank barked, "You didn't mean it! Say what you mean!" Mick gasped, "Feral! I really never meant to hurt you, and I loved you! I was just. I was just horny." Frank let him go, opening the door and shoving Mick inside. He shut it again and leaned against it, sighing deeply. Feral looked at him, something new on her face, "You stood up for me. You cared enough about me to get angry." He brushed it off, "No one should be hurt that way, and I care about you. You're my patie-You're my friend." She took his hand and leaned on him. They both got into Frank's car. They drove to Frank's office, Feral crying quietly on his shoulder the whole way.
Frank screamed as he sat up. His chest heaved as he tried to get his bearings. His hands ran frantically over his face. There was no make-up. This is what happened to me, sweetie. He looked at himself. No leather. You're beautiful. But you're scaring me.He drew his knees to his chin and eyed his feet. No platform shoes. Master. He shook his head furiously, "I hate him. Damn you, Riff Raff!"
Belle knocked briskly. The door opened readily. It was the morning after Feral had showed up unannounced. It was early, around eight. Michael greeted Belle with a quick kiss, "Hey, babe." She grinned mischievously, "Is Feral around?" "Just us." "That's good. What are you doing right about now?" He smirked, "Nothing but watching you look at me." She nodded, "Can I come in?" He stepped aside to let her in. A black Porsche slowed as she stepped inside, her blonde hair shining as she moved. The door shut as the car stopped completely.
Frank looked closely at the now closed door. His brow furrowed, "This is Michael's address. And last time I checked, Feral had black hair." He shook his head, "I can't get involved." He looked slowly beside him. His briefcase sat on the passenger seat. Inside was Feral's phone number, he knew. He also had a cell phone sitting on the dash. He picked it up, "I'm going to regret this." He unlocked the case and found the phone number on an index card. He dialed quickly and put the phone to his ear. At the same time, he began to drive. He knew he looked odd with his car just sitting in the road. The line came alive, "Hello?" "Uh, yes, hello. Is this Mrs. Hane, Feral's mother?" "Yes. Who is this?" "I'm Dr. Furter. I-" "Oh! Hello. Feral's right here. Hold on." Frank leaned closer to hear the background noise, "Feral!" "Leave me alone!" "Dr. Furter is on the phone!" He heard the mother return, "Hold on." "Thanks." An extra line picked up, and Mrs. Hane hung up. "Frank?" He smiled, "Hello, Fay. How are things?" She paused briefly, "Well, not much is different than usual. Mom and I are fighting, as usual." He felt sad, "I'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news, but. I think we should meet at Mick's house." "Um. Ok. Is something wrong?" "Kind of. Do me a favor. Park on a different street and walk to his door. I'll meet you there. Don't knock on it." She sounded confused, yet understanding, "All. All right." The line went dead. Frank sighed as he flung the phone back on the dashboard. He wheeled the car on the side of a nearby street and hopped out. He walked slowly back toward Mick's house as he scratched his head thoughtfully. Maybe it's his sister. Or his mother. No, his mother would be older. He doesn't look like her at all, they can't be sisters. As long as she's not his lover. Oh God, why did I call Fay?" As he reached the door, Fay came running toward him. He caught her elbows as she almost tripped. She blushed, "Sorry." He couldn't help remembering the horrid dream, "Er. No problem." She asked, "What's wrong?" He gulped, "This is hard to explain. Is Mick related to any blonde girls?" "No." Fear began to form in her eyes. He frowned, "Well. He just let one in. But not before kissing her on the lips." Feral's eyes widened, "Oh no." He spoke hurriedly, "It was a very quick kiss. I swear. It could be nothing." She looked broken. She struggled with words, "Please. Hide in the bushes or something." He tried to help, "You're sure I shouldn't come with you?" "Yes. Now go, hurry." He shrunk into a bush beside the door and held his breath. She knocked. There was no answer. After a minute or so, she tried the knob. It opened. She glanced at Frank. He returned the gaze helplessly. With that, she stepped in quietly. She moved across the kitchen silently. She reached the bedroom door. She felt heavy and sad as she hesitated to open it. She knew she had to do it. The door swung open slightly. Mick didn't hear it and neither did the girl that was bucking on top of him. She couldn't speak. The girl moaned as she pushed harder into him, "Oh, Mickey." He answered, "Oh, Belle. You're the best, baby." Feral gulped and whispered, "That's really not a compliment, Belle. I mean, all you had to beat was little old me." Both of their heads turned. She continued angrily, "Or are there others, Mickey?! Well?!" Belle flung herself under a blanket and sat up. Mick drew his knees to his chin and said hopelessly, "Feral, I really didn't mean to hurt you." That was all she needed, "Oh, really?! You think I like seeing you fuck some stupid whore? Or did she know about me, Mick? Did you tell her that I enjoy it when my boyfriend sleeps around? Did you tell her that I love the feeling that the body I caress with love is being shared? But of course you did! Because you're right!" She threw her hands up furiously, "Let's all have a damn orgy!" Belle looked as if she had just woken up, "Oh my God, Feral. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that you really loved him." Feral looked tired all of a sudden and waved a weak hand, "No, it doesn't matter." Belle stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself, "Oh, please don't be mad. You're right, I am a. a whore." Feral looked surprised, "You're probably not. I just loved him." She shook her head, "I'm a whore. I don't love him like you do- Wait, you said you 'loved' him." Feral glared at him, "That's right. I don't love him anymore. Goodbye, both of you." She hurried out of the room, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. As she shut his front door, she fell point blank onto the pavement in front of it. She screamed all of her breath into the morning. Frank jumped from the bushes. He said nothing as he knelt, holding her hand. She squeezed it hard, digging in her nails. Frank winced, but he knew she needed something for her anger and her despair. His hand was both. The door opened. Mick had put on jeans. He said, "Feral, please." She turned slowly, "Oh, Mick. Come here." Frank looked appalled. He thought, No, no. don't forgive him! Mick leaned closely into her. She whispered, "Mick." "Yes?" She said loudly, "FUCK OFF!" He fell backward. He looked at Frank for the first time, "Who the hell are you?" Frank looked grave. He didn't answer. He just looked at Fay. For some reason, he saw her as his Fay Wray. Look at my poor Fay Wray. Suddenly, he felt himself becoming unstoppably furious. His eyes became a dark, sea green color. His eyebrows went down angrily. He said in a hateful whisper, "Frank N. Furter. A friend." He looked surprised, "You're her psychiatrist. What are you doing here?" He laughed, enjoying his position, "Why, I saw that little fox walking into your house. and I called Fay." He mocked, "I just knew it had to be a misunderstanding." Mick choked, "You bastard." Frank growled, "Me? Me?! You little punk." He gently released Fay's hand, placing it in her lap. He patted her shoulder as he got up, distantly hearing her sniffle. He came up a few inches taller than Mick, and that helped as he continued, "I'm not a bastard for doing something good. If you hadn't done anything, I wouldn't be a bastard to you, would I? So. I guess I'm a bastard because of you. What should I do about that.?" Mick sounded uneasy but growled, "You can't do anything, old man." Frank felt hurt and angry. He was not an old man. He was a Transylvanian. He would become more graceful and strong with age. He also knew he could kick this kid's. He stopped and reminded himself that he had given up his ways of force. He sighed, "You're right." The boy smiled, "That's right. You're probably a pervert. What do you do to Feral? Do you fuck her?" Feral looked up, "No, he doesn't. I swear, I'd never cheat on you." Something came over Frank, "Even if I did, why should you be able to say anything about it? I don't have sex with her. If I did. It would be out of love!" Feral looked surprised, but he hurried on, "She's a good girl, and you took advantage of her! Can't you see that she's depressed enough? The least you could do was be there for her and try to comfort her!" Mick looked scared, "Whoa, sorry." Feral said quietly, "I could kill you, Mick." Mick said back, "You wouldn't, I know." Frank had had enough, "But I would. And I can. I didn't want to do this, but you're asking for it. How is this for an 'old guy'?" Frank backed Mick into the door and punched him in the face. Blood spurted from his nose as Frank kicked him hard in the groin. Without a second's pause, he spun Mick around and onto his knees, holding his wrists behind his back. He whispered, "Apologize to her." Mick moaned, "I'm sorry, ok? Let me go!" Frank barked, "You didn't mean it! Say what you mean!" Mick gasped, "Feral! I really never meant to hurt you, and I loved you! I was just. I was just horny." Frank let him go, opening the door and shoving Mick inside. He shut it again and leaned against it, sighing deeply. Feral looked at him, something new on her face, "You stood up for me. You cared enough about me to get angry." He brushed it off, "No one should be hurt that way, and I care about you. You're my patie-You're my friend." She took his hand and leaned on him. They both got into Frank's car. They drove to Frank's office, Feral crying quietly on his shoulder the whole way.