A/N: Enjoy! I'm going to end this story here and start a new book.
Andrew sat at the table staring at the laptop screen for ages he hadn't read a single word in the page. Frankie had been gone a good couple of hours and he was starting to worry. Although he worried about her constantly, she had to deal with a lot in her life and he hated that. Getting up he looked out the window, it was a beautiful sunny day and he thought probably time had got away from her. He sat down on the sofa and drank his coffee, he was extremely tired and soon he fell asleep….
Frankie tried to open her eyes but they were being held shut by the rag around her head. Her wrists were bound by what she presumed zip ties around what felt like a wooden beam. She breathed heavy "hello?" She called out softly, trying to break the zip ties on her hands. She couldn't. "Hello?!" She shouted with more urgency. "Is anybody there?" She heard a noise behind her that sounded like footsteps and heavy breathing and she panicked. "Who's there?!"
Nobody spoke but she felt something touch her shoulder. "What was that?" She stopped moving and stood up. "Please somebody, help!" She shouted as loud as she could but the only sounds came from the heavy footsteps behind her. Suddenly she was pressed up against the beam she felt what felt like a large persons belly pushing into the small of her back. Stinky breath started to linger over her ear as she felt someone's hands starting to roam over her body. "Don't touch me!" She started to thrash around…
Andrew woke up to the sun starting to set in the distance he stretched and figured Frankie had to be back by now and got up calling out her name. She didn't respond. He looked all over the cabin and couldn't find her, all her things were still here so she hadn't left. Grabbing his boots and jacket he left the cabin and started walking.
He walked and walked and walked until it got very late and very dark and no sight of Frankie whatsoever. He headed back to the cabin worried out of his mind. He kept seeing her as she was before she left he wished he'd gone after her. He came upon a dark cabin and he knew she wasn't there, he went inside and called out, looking around when the thought of Neil came to him, maybe he'd got her and had her somewhere? He'd kill him if he did.
Stopping by the phone he picked it up and called her mobile but it rang on the cupboard in the hall. He sighed and put it down lifting the receiver again and dialling 911, not sure what else he could do.
Frankie slumped to the floor, the guy trying to have her but he couldn't. She sobbed into her arms, her head low. She screamed through tears now completely naked. Whoever it was left the room with the door shutting heavy behind him. She sobbed hard knowing what he wanted.
Andrew opened the door to the cabin, the cops came and took his statement. He gave them a full account of what had happened over the last few days leading up to her disappearance. Everything he could remember about Neil. He'd contacted Jenn and Donna had finally called him back, nobody had seen or heard from Frankie.
The cops went out in force searching miles and miles of wooded areas, the only thing they found was one of Frankie's earrings, suggesting she'd either just so happened to loose it or it had come off in a struggle.
Andrew was wracked with worry and fear, nobody had seen Neil either not even Donna. She'd broke up with him when they got home that night after finding his drugs in her car. Christmas Day came and went, new years came and went, Frankie had officially been missing for three weeks when the cops called off the search, to them she was now just another missing persons case for someone to study later down the line.
Andrew was barely sleeping, hardly eating and looked absolutely exhausted. Donna and Jenn had come to stay and help with looking for Frankie. They'd made flyers and asked around but so far there was nothing.
Early one morning Andrew sat watching the sun rise on the porch, sipping at his coffee. He stared at the lake thinking about Frankie. He could see her as she looked when they made love, her beautiful body on top of him, her touch, her smile, her laugh, her smell of beautiful flowers…
Frankie sat bound on the floor having been that way for many weeks… time all merged into one now, she'd not seen anything for so long having only the blindfold. She rested her head on the floor as she cried, dirty and exhausted, thankfully he'd come to the conclusion he would only torture her as he couldn't 'do it'. She wondered where Andrew was and if he was even looking for her, she felt so abandoned, nobody cared, nobody. She could see him in her mind packing up the cabin and leaving, moving on with his life.
Andrew lowered his head and cried. Would he ever see her again? He missed her so much it hurt, he couldn't live without her, he wouldn't. Donna woke up early and came out, seeing Andrew outside she went out and lit up a cigarette.
"How you doing Andrew?" Donna asked, he didn't reply. Donna sat next to him on a crate. Touching his hand she looked in his eyes, "she's a fighter, wherever she went she's fighting."
He nodded holding her hand and thanking her for everything. "I just keep thinking where she would go if she went off."
"I don't know." Donna said. "But I know that this is eating you up Andrew, you have to let her go at some point, she wouldn't want you to be suffering like this."
Andrew let the tears fall as he let go of her hand to wipe them. "If you don't start thinking about yourself you'll drive yourself crazy."
"I can't, I won't stop, I'll find her even if I have to travel to the ends of the Earth."
"You're a good man Andrew, I wish I had someone like you." She chuckled. "Thanks." He replied looking to the lake then back to her, "you'll find someone to love." He said. "Someone who will treat you right." He joked.
She put her head on his shoulder, then after a moment she turned to him, looking into his eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment, Donna leaned in and started kissing him, he didn't reply. She got more and more passionate, a part of him wanted the sex but not with Donna, he closed his eyes as she started touching his crotch and thought about Frankie, suddenly they separated when the door swung open and Jenn came out. "They've found Neil!"
A few hours later and a police officer came into the cabin and Andrew stared at him, Jenn and Donna waited for news.
"Well?" Andrew said.
"I'm sorry…" he started but Donna interrupted.
"Is she dead?"
"No, well we don't know, he was found in a nightclub hiding out. There's no signs at this point in time that he has anything to do with it, he didn't even know she was missing. He admitted to trying to rape her but he says he's not seen her since you two left. His house and places he's been seen hanging around have all been searched and no sign of Frankie ever having been there… that's all we have for now."
"So now what?" Jenn asked. "She must have run away, there's no other explanation."
Andrew couldn't believe it, there was no way she would just up and leave like that.
Frankie had lost weight from barely eating, from being beaten, she was filthy, she had wounds on her wrists from the zip ties where she had tried to get away when he hurt her. She had no energy, her tears had long dried up she couldn't take anymore. She screamed her lungs out as long as she could and today was no different…
Andrew tossed and turned, half asleep and half awake. He was dreaming something terrible about Frankie and trying to reach her. Donna crept in the room, walking over to Andrew and took off her dressing gown revealing a sexy outfit. She pulled the sheets away from him and straddled his waist, she leant down to him and started making out with him. In his dream Frankie was kissing him so he kissed her back. "Frankie…" he whispered in his sleep.
Donna undid his trousers and started grinding against him, "take me Andrew." She said and he slowly came to when he felt himself get tense. He thrust upwards and she fell onto the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked shocked.
"Oh come on, you've been giving me hot signals." He looked at her even more shocked. "You're her best friend!" He said unable to fathom how she could even do it. "Frankie doesn't deserve you…"
"I don't deserve her! She's my world if you even think I would do this to her you are very sadly mistaken!"
"Fuck you!" Donna said ashamed and got up, putting on her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door and Donna threw it open to Jenn standing there looking shocked with tears in her eyes.
"What?" Donna asked sharply. Andrew's heart raced as he ran past them out into the lounge, the cop standing there.
"Sorry it's so early sir, but we've found Frankie…" Andrew dropped to his knees. The cop quickly added, "it's okay, she's alive, she's asking for you Andrew." Andrew sobbed.
"What? How? Where?" Donna asked.
"There's a cabin just over the hill with a blind guy and his son, apparently the young man came forward and said his father was keeping a woman prisoner in their basement."
"Is she okay?" Jenn asked worried.
"She's been beaten, starved and blindfolded for the last three and a half weeks, they zip tied her hands so she's got some pretty bad wounds on her wrists, I've been sent to ask if you want to see her Andrew, I can take you in."
Andrew sobbed when hearing all she'd been through and that he couldn't protect her…he quickly got dressed and practically ran out to the car.
Frankie couldn't thank the officers enough for saving her, but all she really wanted was Andrew. He ran down the hall and burst in the door, he stood staring at her she looked terrible, they had destroyed his perfect creature. He fell to his knees unable to breathe, she got up and limped over to him slowly, still filthy and disgusting, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. His hands came up and touched her dirty hair, he touched her face slowly, crying in pain. "I'm sorry." He whispered he'd never forgive himself for this.
"It's okay." She said softly, "can I go home now?" She asked him.
"Yes my love, my beautiful love." He cupped her face and leant in to kiss her, she gently pressed her lips to his, he replied slowly, scared to hurt her. "I missed you." She said as she pulled back.
"I missed you more." He took her hands and kissed them, he didn't care she was dirty, he couldn't care less about any of that, she was finally safe in his arms again that was all he wanted. He pulled her to his chest and held her there whilst they both cried.
Since the doctors had dressed her wounds, taken swabs etc.. they said she was clear to go home if she wanted, that's what she wanted. Andrew took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, he wanted to pick her up but he didn't want to hurt her. The cops took them home and Frankie stepped inside the cabin.
Bare footed still only dressed in a hospital gown she pulled off his jacket and laid it down, Donna and Jenn went to hug her but she backed off. "I need time." She said. Andrew asked them to give them some space as Frankie went into her bedroom. The girls agreed to go and come back another time. Once they were gone, he locked the door and went into the bathroom.
Frankie was sat in the bathtub half filled with water, a few bubbles and her legs to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She just sat there staring at the floor her eyes crying but there was no emotion.
He walked in and sat down by the tub she was so incredibly fragile. He reached over and lifted up her head, kissing her softly, she replied the kiss and started shaking as she finally let go…
He quickly got in the bath with his clothes on, he didn't care, he sat down and brought her between his legs and held her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as he could, holding every part of her as she broke down sobbing, screaming, crying, hitting him, getting angry, yelling, sobbing again and again.
Slowly after a long while she started to calm down till she was laying against him asleep, tears still rolling down her face. He stroked her back and rocked her slowly, gently running the puff sponge over her body, seeing every tiny scratch. He didn't want to wake her so he gently did as much as he could running more warm water and bubbles to keep her warm.
He eventually sat her up and she stirred enough so he could finish cleaning her, only very gently touching her in all spots and washing her hair. He wanted to do it for her, he needed to feel useful to her. He wanted her to know he still adored her no matter what had happened to her.
He picked her up in his arms and took her to their bed he got all dried off and took all his clothes off so she could feel him against her again. He took her in his arms and laid down with her back against his chest. He wrapped her in his arms and held her as gently as he could but also so she felt completely protected.
If they hadn't caught the bastard who did this to her he would have gone out and killed him, himself. He gently stroked her arm as she slept, kissing her shoulder softly, her neck and her head. He held there until he fell asleep finally able to let go now she was with him.
Morning came and he woke still feeling her in his arms, she woke too feeling him move against her skin brought back feelings and visions and she startled herself to sit up and look.
"Its okay." He said softly, "it's just me."
"Andrew?" She turned over and laid again in his arms. "Yes my love?" He answered and she touched his chest. "Will you make love to me?"
He was shocked and shook his head "no beautiful, you're not ready for that I…" she interrupted him. "Please, I don't want that last image in my head anymore of him and the beatings…" She cried a little, "Frankie I… I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay." She said pushing her hips towards his…he was getting turned on already by her grinding against him. She began touching him…their foreplay lasting quite a few moments before he was ready for her.
They started to make love and she started to cry. He stopped and looked at her. "Are you okay?" He asked she shook her head. He was about to come away when she held onto him, "don't stop." She said and lowered herself to his chest, resting her head there so she could hear him breathe. He slowly moved.
Once they both finished he turned her onto her back, she wasn't ready for it to be over, she just wanted more and more. "No." He said sternly to her. "I know the memories hurt Frankie but you can't get them to go away that way, you'll end up getting hurt way worse."
"Andrew…" she moaned starting to touch herself. He stopped her and held her down lightly. "Frankie stop!" He said and they sat up, she pushed him away from her and got up. She grabbed some clothes and started to get dressed. "What are you doing?" He said stopping her. "Frankie you don't need me to make love to you over and over, you need to deal with the memories and the pain so you can let it go."
"Let me go!" She cried, "just let me go I want to go home!" He fought with her until she broke free, she got her jeans and bra on but that was all, she ran from the bedroom and ran into the lounge, sobbing thinking she was still locked in that room. That he was chasing her, she had to get away, back to Andrew, where was he? Why didn't he save her?
Andrew put some shorts on and ran after her, she couldn't find her way out and eventually he grabbed her as softly as he could.
"Andrew!" She screamed for him. "Please help me Andrew he's coming…"
"Frankie listen to me," he had to see her through it. "You are safe but you have to let it play out, it's just a record playing in your mind." He fought to hold her. "Let it play Frankie, let it play."
"Andrew save me!" She sobbed, "he's going to hurt me please!"
He held her and she fought the memory. "Fight him Frankie! Fight him!" She saw the man she pulled hard on her zip ties, he had a knife, her blindfold came off.
"Fight him!" Andrew said again, she sobbed, writhing in his arms…
Her zip ties finally broke and she grabbed the knife, thrusting it at him and stabbing him, she jumped up and ran, out of the house where Andrew was waiting, in a field full of gold flowers….
Frankie sucked in a heavy breath of air collapsing to the floor in the lounge. "Breathe…" he said slowly rubbing her back, "shhh it's okay just breathe…" he kept repeating. She started to take slower breaths, until she started to cry, "let it go…" he said laying next to her. "I'm here, you're safe now."
"Andrew?" She asked sitting up. He sat up too and brushed her hair back out of her face. "You had a panic attack." He said. "It's a natural reaction, you've been through a lot, time to rest now." He rubbed her back slowly it was going to take a long time for Frankie to be as ok again as she could be. The memories would always be there as would the panic attacks, but he would be there to guide her through them, that was his job in all this.
The hours turned into days and then weeks, finally after a month or so Frankie wasn't having regular panic attacks, she was able to start living a normal life again, a different woman but a stronger woman.
Walking out the cabin Frankie walked down to the pier, she took off her socks and shoes, dipping her feet in the water, she picked a piece of grass and pulled at it. Swinging her feet she smiled looking out.
The weather was getting hot, out on the lake a small yacht with Beverly and her husband on passed by, they waved at her and she waved back. Her portable radio next to her played her favourite songs.
"Hey you." Andrew said coming down to the pier. "What you doing?" He smiled as he too waved to Beverly and her husband.
"Chillin'" She tried to sound cool. He laughed and sat behind her, his feet dangling in the water too. He had her between his legs her back against his chest. She leant against him and he smiled wrapping his arms around her as he pointed to birds he could see diving the lake.
"There!" He said over their heads. They sat around laughing for a long while. Frankie got up and he did too. "Fancy a swim?" She asked him, "Frankie…" he knew what she was planning and he backed off laughing. She laughed.
"What have I got to do to get you in the water?" She asked. "Nothing!" He smirked, "I've got work to do, come on!" He waved her over, she sighed and walked over to him…turning around she ran full pelt and jumped into the lake. He caught his breath and worried when she didn't immediately surface, he ran over and dived in, coming back up he looked around "Frankie?!"
She dived on his back… "rarrr!" She growled. He laughed and looked at her, "you can swim?"
"I guess I was just lacking a bit of confidence." She wrapped her arms around his neck smiling.
"So you weren't sure if you would drown or not when you jumped in?"
"Nope, just did it." He looked impressed and she smirked. "Now you were saying you weren't coming in?"
"Had to save my girl."
"Well Mr Hero what will you do with me now?" He splashed her and she looked at him shocked. "Oh hell no!" She splashed him back.
After a few minutes she came over to him laughing, he wrapped his arms around her as they bobbed in the water. Slowly she pushed him till his back was against the pier.
"I think I've always wanted to try it in the water."
"Try what?" He asked, then he felt it, her touch enough to drive him wild. "Wanna try?" She said.
He didn't have to be asked twice, he turned her to the pier and held her there as they made love.
When their release came they both pulled up their clothes enough to where they could get out of the lake without being noticed. She pulled him out the water and towards the cabin once inside she shut the door, he laughed as he walked towards the bathroom. She grabbed his wrist and turned him to her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I'm not done with you yet." She pushed him onto a chair and he was shocked when she started to feel him again. "Frankie." He smiled loving her kisses and her touch, "don't stop." He finally said feeling the rush again.
Another love making session on the chair and he fell back exhausted. "Okay Frankie you've worn me out." He laughed as she sat on top of him. She breathed heavy filled with pleasure…
"Not yet." She said standing up and taking his hand. He was spent, he couldn't again, he couldn't…
A little while later and she fell to his chest both absolutely exhausted. "Oh my god Frankie are you done?!" He breathed heavy laughing.
She laughed and kissed him passionately. "I could…"
"No!" He interrupted. Amazed by her beautiful naked body on his. He sat up and brushed her hair back out of her face, their chests pressed together. He leaned in and slowly kissed her, wanting to taste her, to smell her and be in her as long as he could. He ran his hands down her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him just as slow, loving when he touched her or kissed her.
"Sleep." She said laying down on top of him. He held her tight to his chest as they lay there.
"You're incredible." He said, stroking her lovingly.
"You're insanely amazing." She looked up at him. "For a priest you know how to hit the spot." She said, smirking.
"I have a good teacher." He replied lovingly.
A few hours later and Frankie was up, wearing one of Andrew's shirts, he was busy working at the computer and she was making dinner.
"Andrew?" Frankie asked from the kitchen.
"Yeah?" He said engrossed in his work.
"Can I ask a question?"
"No." He smirked.
"Andrew Kiernan." She threw a wooden spoon at him, he ducked and threw it back. There was silence for a few moments she looked at him. "Well?"
"Yes Miss Paige?" He still wasn't listening though.
"Can we get a dog?" She asked in the nicest way possible.
"What on earth do you want a dog for?" He asked.
"Well I think it would be nice, having a companion around the house, someone to you know make us feel safe?"
"Absolutely not." He said.
"But why?" She whined.
"We've got no time for a dog." He said and carried on working. "What if we go away?" He added.
"But I'll look after it I promise." She whined again.
"No." He said categorically and absolutely no.
Walking over to him she put her arms around his neck, kissing his neck. "Frankie…" He said.
"Frankie I'm not going to change my mind." She ran her hands down his chest, coming around and sitting in his lap. He laughed and looked at her, "Frankie…" He chuckled. She kissed him and looked into his eyes. "It'll keep me safe, you want that don't you?"
"Of course, but you don't need a dog to do that you have me."
"Andrew…" She kissed his lips softly. He leant into the kiss and felt her body touching his.
"Andrew…" she kissed his neck more.
"Can we have a dog?" She asked, he was so lost in passion he could only hear 'do you want me?'
"Yes Frankie…" he went to kiss her and she pulled away standing up and smirking. "Thank you I'll ring the shelter in the morning."
He was lost for words, he sat there wondering where she went, he fell limp, defeated. "Oh you're good!" He laughed.
She winked and went back to making dinner. A little while later she put the food down on the table. He came over and sat next to her as they started to eat.
"Frankie?" Andrew asked taking a fork full of pasta. She looked at him and nodded.
"Do you… I mean, are you…upset that we never went on a honeymoon."
"No of course not." She laughed. "You gave me a perfect wedding, I don't need a honeymoon to make love to you." He smiled taking her hand and squeezing it softly.
"Would you like a honeymoon?" He asked. "I mean at some point in time?"
"Of course, a time just for us, like we don't have enough of each other already." She laughed, "I'm surprised you're even thinking of it."
"Yeah…" he laughed pushing his food around on the plate. She watched him, realising it must have been on his mind she got serious.
"Andrew I'd love a honeymoon but it's expensive and I can't ask that of you." She felt embarrassed; "I don't exactly contribute to this house."
"Frankie I've told you, you don't owe me anything, I can afford for us to live comfortably I get paid well from this job and we don't need to worry about money ok? You don't need to contribute anything but yourself."
She nodded and kissed him. "Thank you." She smiled.
"So where would you like to go?" He asked.
"I've never thought about it." She said, thinking. "London?" She said first. "I love the British accent, always wanted to see Buckingham Palace." He laughed and shook his head.
"I'll try and not take offence to that." He smirked.
"Well of course the Irish accent completely drives me wild." She said quickly.
"Good save." He smiled. "Anywhere else?"
"Well I'd love to go to Rome and see where you worked, maybe you could introduce me to the pope?"
"You know I could actually arrange that." He said seriously. She looked at him shocked. "I could." He nodded.
"You're a man with many secret friends ." She joked.
"Anywhere else?" He asked. "Well…" she laughed "Egypt?" She started, "always wanted to see the pyramids." He nodded taking it all in.
"I've always wanted to go on a cruise, what do you think?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, I'd love it, I've never been on a ship! Seeing all the different places." She thought about it for a moment.
He got up and went over to his computer, sifting through some papers he found what he was looking for and brought it back over. Handing her the piece of paper he asked, "Frankie will you go on a Mediterranean cruise with me for our honeymoon?"
She sat there gobsmacked as she looked at the paper, he'd booked it all already and everything. She looked up at him and dived on him. "Yes! I will marry you!" She paused laughing "I mean yes I will go on a cruise with you!" He laughed as she sat on his lap and he kissed her cheek.
"Thank god I booked it all then and thank god you said yes!" He took a fork full of food and smiled.
"Oh my god starting in England, touring the Mediterranean, Italy, Turkey, Egypt!" She got excited and kissed him again. "Oh my god."!she repeated. "I…I can't believe it, Andrew are you sure it's a lot of money…"
"Happy wife equals a happy life." He joked but kissed her softly on the lips. "Anything for you my love." She welled up and hugged him, "you spoil me Mr Kiernan."
"I love you." He said, "I just want you to be happy."
"I'm happy with or without the honeymoon." She smiled and hugged him to her. "I know you love me, either way."
"Always." He said and looked at her kissing her again and again.
They sat together for a while going through all the paperwork, showing Frankie the pictures. "It sounds like a dream." She got up and sat in her chair to finish her dinner.
"When are we going?" She asked.
"Next week." He smiled. She looked at him shocked. "But what? How? Who's going to look after the cabin?"
"I've organised Beverly to keep her eye on the place."
"You've got this all planned out haven't you?" She smirked.
"I wanted to surprise you for Christmas." He said sadly looking at his plate. She nodded and thought about what happened. She started to go into a daze and he quickly took her hand, "Frankie, it's okay…" He could see her slipping into it. She still struggled terribly with what happened, the panic attacks would come on out of nowhere. She didn't respond and he slid his chair back getting worried, "Frankie?" He asked and he took her hand as she started to shake.
He got up and knelt down in front of her as she went into an almost trance. "It's okay Frankie… breathe…I'm here…" it didn't happen all the time but every now and then she would zone out and he'd have to bring her back.
She was holding her breath and he could see her lips going blueish. "Frankie let it go, breathe for me."
She suddenly breathed and came out of it, tears falling down her cheeks. "Sorry." She cried covering her face. "It's okay." He said pulling her to him. "You're safe with me." He kissed her softly and she nodded.
A few minutes later and she was breathing again and almost back to normal, he sat back in his chair. She stared at the plate in front of her and asked, "Andrew what did you do for Christmas?" The question was hard to answer, but he looked at her, "I was out looking for you."
"Sorry." She said sadly, he shook his head. "Don't be."
"I said you'd have an amazing Christmas and I ruined it."
"Frankie it wasn't your fault…" He paused and went back over to her, taking her hand and walking over to the sofa. He pulled her down onto him on the sofa and stroked her back as she sat in his lap. "You're here now and safe that's all that matters to me."
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too my love."
"Hey I didn't give you your gift!" She got up and ran into the bedroom rummaging around for a moment before coming back with a hollow tube. She handed it to him and sat back down next to him.
"Thank you." He said smiling. Opening the tube he pulled out a long piece of rolled card, unrolling it he read it to himself and hugged her. "Aww wow that's amazing, it's genuine and everything." He said shocked, she'd named him a star.
"Andrew and Frankie's star." He read and kissed her softly. "Thank you."
"I've also got you a telescope so you can see it."
"Really?" He got excited. "Yeah it's heavy so I'm going to have to get you to move it out the bedroom closet."
He laughed and leant in to kiss her slowly. "Thank you, you shouldn't have."
"Well I figured a scientist should have his own star."
"At least you didn't buy me a bible." He joked.
"I considered it." She laughed. He chuckled.
"Andrew?" She asked.
"Hmm ?"
"Have you ever been in love with anyone?"
He looked at her curiously, "where's this coming from?"
"Did you have someone you loved before you became a priest?"
He sat for a moment considering what he should say, "it doesn't matter does it? I'm with you now."
"Was she pretty?" Frankie asked.
"Frankie…" He laughed a little.
"Was she?" Frankie asked again. He stared into space a few moments before shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter." He said again.
"I bet she was."
"Frankie stop." He said.
"It's okay you can talk to me about her."
"Frankie…" He said more firmly.
" Do you ever think about her?"
"Frankie stop, I mean it."
"It's ok…" Frankie said touching his arm. "Do you ever wish you were with her? What your life would be like if you'd…" He interrupted her.
"Frankie stop!" He grabbed her arms and shook her. "She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, I adored her but she left me for someone else. There you have it are you happy?" He shouted at her and shoved her away from him, got up and went into the bedroom slamming the door shut behind him.
Shocked she got up and went after him opening the door, "Andrew?" She asked gingerly.
"Leave me alone Frankie!" He shouted at her pacing the room.
"Im sorry I didn't realise you loved her that much."
"Well I did, she was amazing and beautiful and smart but you just can't help yourself can you? You have to stir up old feelings!"
"I'm sorry!" She tried, he pushed her out the room and slammed the door shut, locking it.
The cabin was silent for the rest of the evening, she got the blanket and laid down on the sofa, not meaning to upset him but she was curious.
She grabbed a tissue and cried a little, trying not to be so overwhelmed by it all. He's never been like that towards her about anything, she could only think he must still have feelings for her. She truly wondered if he had to choose who he would choose.
She cried to herself softly turning the light off. The only light coming from the moon, she stared up at the ceiling. A few hours later Frankie tossed and turned but slowly fell into a light sleep. Andrew woke up in bed and felt the bed next to him, he realised Frankie wasn't there and he sighed, he was an idiot, getting upset over what? A missed love? He had someone he adored and who adored him, the past was the past. He hated fighting with Frankie, he adored her so much.
Getting up he went to the lounge and saw her on the sofa he walked over and knelt down beside her, softly brushing her hair from her eyes.
"Frankie?" He whispered, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"I'm sorry." He said and stroked her cheek. "Please forgive me."
"I love you." She said and touched his face. "I'm sorry too."
"I love you too." He softly kissed her and bent down picking her up in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Getting in next to her, she turned to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She stared at him her hand coming to his cheek, stroking him slowly. She kissed him lovingly, resting her head in his neck.
He held her to him feeling her body and her warmth he couldn't ask for anymore…