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Title: save me (5/5)
disclaimer: All made up
summary: well yeah the last part I don't blame you if you hate it
Save me save me oh...
I'm naked and I'm far from home
He was driving, mindlessly steering the wheel, allowing his arms to guide him while his mind was somewhere else, somewhere else completely. The radio was on, but he wasn’t listening, even the song that was playing reminded John of him. It was the one playing when they drove back from taking the kids to the zoo, the one he had sung so out of tune, but so enthusiastically that John felt he would burst from loving the man so much. But now each word was a dagger through his heart, the melody strangling his mind. The towns flashed by, now he was properly in the countryside, no one around except for some cows and a dozen or so sheep.
John got out of his car. God knows where he was. No signs of civilisation for miles, just fields of grass. He fetched Frank's coat from the middle seat and took a box of matches out of his pocket, along with a small bottle of vodka. He jumped over a fence a sat down in the middle of a field. He took a swig from the bottle, and then poured the rest over Frank's coat.
He lit a match.
This is for making me look a fool
And another.
This is for making me such a wreck and inside laughing at me, proud of what you reduced me to.
And a third.
This is for using me, for breaking my heart.
He held the matches to the coat and watched as it sparked and then went up in flames. He burnt his hand badly, but the physical pain just helped numb his pain inside. He watched the flames consume the coat as grief consumed his body, then slowly he made his way back to the car.
He clambered back in and carried on driving, where he was going, he didn't know, he felt like he was on the road to nowhere, until he reached a small town. There was a pub, "The Fat Cockerel" he thought about how if Frank was here, he'd make a joke bout the Cockerel being a cock instead, but that just reminded him of Frank's absence and betrayal. He pulled up outside the pub and went in, looking for a pint in which to drink to his sorrow. Instead he found Dean. A complete stranger, he asked no questions, just offered a fuck to forget, an offer John simply could not refuse. And that's how he ended up here, in a stranger’s bed, in a town he had never heard of, god knows where, being fucked by a complete stranger. But it did its job, it made him forget. That was until he came and moaned out Frank's name loud and clear.
disclaimer: All made up
summary: well yeah the last part I don't blame you if you hate it
Save me save me oh...
I'm naked and I'm far from home
He was driving, mindlessly steering the wheel, allowing his arms to guide him while his mind was somewhere else, somewhere else completely. The radio was on, but he wasn’t listening, even the song that was playing reminded John of him. It was the one playing when they drove back from taking the kids to the zoo, the one he had sung so out of tune, but so enthusiastically that John felt he would burst from loving the man so much. But now each word was a dagger through his heart, the melody strangling his mind. The towns flashed by, now he was properly in the countryside, no one around except for some cows and a dozen or so sheep.
John got out of his car. God knows where he was. No signs of civilisation for miles, just fields of grass. He fetched Frank's coat from the middle seat and took a box of matches out of his pocket, along with a small bottle of vodka. He jumped over a fence a sat down in the middle of a field. He took a swig from the bottle, and then poured the rest over Frank's coat.
He lit a match.
This is for making me look a fool
And another.
This is for making me such a wreck and inside laughing at me, proud of what you reduced me to.
And a third.
This is for using me, for breaking my heart.
He held the matches to the coat and watched as it sparked and then went up in flames. He burnt his hand badly, but the physical pain just helped numb his pain inside. He watched the flames consume the coat as grief consumed his body, then slowly he made his way back to the car.
He clambered back in and carried on driving, where he was going, he didn't know, he felt like he was on the road to nowhere, until he reached a small town. There was a pub, "The Fat Cockerel" he thought about how if Frank was here, he'd make a joke bout the Cockerel being a cock instead, but that just reminded him of Frank's absence and betrayal. He pulled up outside the pub and went in, looking for a pint in which to drink to his sorrow. Instead he found Dean. A complete stranger, he asked no questions, just offered a fuck to forget, an offer John simply could not refuse. And that's how he ended up here, in a stranger’s bed, in a town he had never heard of, god knows where, being fucked by a complete stranger. But it did its job, it made him forget. That was until he came and moaned out Frank's name loud and clear.