Frankie Del Rey's Story

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For the first time since her and Max had started dating, he was back to himself and she found herself quickly forgetting, why she hated him in the first place. More and More people will starting to show up now as the two of them walked around arm and arm, socializing with everyone like they were supposed to.

“She means the world to me.” He said sincerely as he spoke with a few of his co-workers and everyone including Frankie was eating up his words.

He was being honest and sweet. He placed his arm around her waist gently pulling her closer as he kissed the top of her head. He grabbed a glass of champagne passing it to her, before grabbing one for himself, from a passing waiter. She took a sip of hers as she lend in pressing his lips to her cheek gently and it set her body on fire, she sighed softly enjoying the moment, because for once she didn’t have to pretend and for the first time in a week, her mind was off of Mark and she was back to being herself.

“I love you, baby.” He whispered, causing her to shiver because she couldn’t remember a time he’d be so completely honest saying those words to her. She glanced up to him, to see if it was real, if the honesty was in his eyes and she hated that when she found herself looking into his eyes, it was there he really did love her.

“I love you too.” She said back and this time it wasn’t forced. She lend up kissing his lips, before he pulled away and led her to the table reserved for them to grant them a bit of privacy.

Her eyes fell on Ryan and Jason in the corner and she smiled grateful her sister had finally given in and ended up coming. Max sat down pulling her into his lap, grabbing her jaw gently, until he was holding her eyes. He pressed his lips to her softly and she lend into the kiss as he pulled her tightly against him, it didn’t matter that more people were starting to show up and she could feel eyes on them. It felt good for once not to have to pretend.

He pulled away drinking her in and it felt good, that for once her fiancé finally wanted her, but a part of her couldn’t help but wonder if he only wanted her, because he felt like he was losing her. But, she pushed that thought away when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

“I got you something, I was going to wait to give it to you to the wedding.” He smirked and she matched his smirk holding his eyes. She watched as he opened the box reveling a ring she’d seen hundred times before on his mother’s finger. It was an antique, a family heirloom that had been passed down, it was honestly breath taking.

“Max, I can’t accept…” she started but he cut her off by kissing.

“You’re a Vanderbilt, Frankie.” not yet she thought to herself. “And, I’m the oldest, it’s yours babe.” He smirked, kissing her again and she was still in shock, his mother would brag all the time how it was worth millions. “Like I said in the car, I know I don’t deserve you and hitting you, fuck I don’t know why I do it.” He said looking away from her and she couldn’t help but suddenly feel guilty for cheating. “I guess it just makes me feel better about myself, to make you feel like shit.” He admitted and she sighed. “But, Francesca, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”

She wanted him to stop, because he was making her fall in love with him all over again and h was making her feel like shit for cheating. She looked away from him for a moment, to see that the party had filled up quite a bit and music had started playing,
music, no doubt her mother had picked out.

“I’ll tell you what.” She smirked, glancing back to him. “Dance with me and I’ll forgive for everything.” She smiled softly honestly making an effort for once.

“Deal.” He said taking her hand and slipping the ring on her finger, before they stood up together and he led her to the dance floor where a few other were already dancing. He wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her close, kissing the top of his head. And it was the weirdest feeling in the world, that for once everything was actually perfect.

Her eyes wondered the party as she laid her head on his chest and she wonder where the hell, Benji was, he’d have a heart attack if he could see Frankie and Max. When her eyes finally feel on Benji, her heart stopped and her stomach dropped when she saw who was standing next to him.

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Spencer was really starting to freak out. He wasn’t meant to be a rich kid or even pretend to be one. It was bad enough he was dressed like one, now he was letting some girl he’d been fucking for the past week drag him into one of their swanky, soirees. Benji and Mark for some reason had stayed behind and Karin had forced him to follow her.

He could hear mellow, slow music coming from inside the room, he assumed they were supposed to go in as well as a soft swarm of chatter and he paused outside the door ripping his arm away from Karin’s grip. He shouldn’t be here, Rianne had been fine without him before, she’d be fine without him now, Besides if she really wanted to see him again, she knew where to find him, he was almost always at the club and she knew where it was now. He should be waiting for her to come after him, not chasing after her.

Had he completely lost his mind, chasing after some girl he barely knew and had only spent two days with him. No, hell no. he finally decided. Pulling his phone out and getting ready to call Tyler to come pick him up, when Karin snatched his phone.

“What do you think your doing?” she squealed in a low voice, like she already knew what he was doing. “You’re not going to pussy out on me now Spence.” she smirked and he clenched his jaw.

“What the did I tell you, don’t call me that.” He spat “And, I swear to God, if you don’t’ give me back my phone I’ll punch you in your fucking face.” He said harshly, to which Karin just rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Oh please, you like fucking me too much.” She shrugged tossing it back to him as he glared at her. “Fine, leave, but I’ll be sure to tell Ria, where you’ve been all week.” She smirked.

“Fuck.” He breathed running his hands through his hair. “Fine.” He sighed as she locked her arm with him and they headed into the ball room, where the party was being held and he was surprised when no one stopped to look at him, but he assumed it was because Karin was hanging off his arm and he was dressed for the part of a pompous, ass hole.

He immediately started looking for Ryan and forgot completely, that he was there with Karin. When he finally saw her, she was in the corner of the room, with Jason and she looked happy, which both irritated him and proved Karin right. He felt stupid thinking he actually had a chance with her, she was way too good for him. He sighed, wanting to turn around and walk out suddenly not caring if Karin told her.

“What fuck?” he heard, which pulled his attention away from Ryan and to a girl who he recognized instantly. “Spinner, what the fuck are you doing her?” Royce smirked walking over to him and laughing as soon as she realized what he was wearing.

“Same thing you’re doing here, trailer park princess.” He smirked wickedly “Crashing a rich kids party.” He shrugged and she laughed. Royce was just like him, they came from the same neck of the woods, until Jimmy had started dating her and had turned her from a trailer park junkie, to a posh princess.

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They locked eyes for a second before the irritated look on his face seemed to fade quickly into a smirk that to her seemed arrogant, matched with a wave like they were nothing more than friends and that set her off. It drove her crazy, that he was so arrogant and calm. What was he doing there? Didn’t she make it clear, her life was already set in stone? What the hell was he planning on doing crashing her engagement party? Aside from fight with Max, Frankie had a lot of patients. It took a lot to set her off, but for some reason Mark had been able to piss her off with in seconds. She watched as he left the room, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Arrogant, son of a bitch.” Frankie breath, Max lifte her chin forcing her to look at him.

“Babe, I thought you said a dance and I was forgiven.” He smirked obviously teasing her, but that comment just fueled the fire. She scoffed shaking her head as she shoved him away.

“I’m not taking about you Max.” she spat. “Fuck off.” She knew it was harsh and it would piss him off and she was already causing a scene. She was one comment away from turning into Bridezilla.

Her rage was aimed towards Benji, now that Mark had disappeared. They’d made it obvious, that they knew each other at Karin’s party last week. Frankie knew Benji her whole life, she even knew his extended family and friends never once had she met Mark. So who the hell was he?

She grabbed Benji’s arm giving a bitchy apology to the person he was talking to before dragging him from the room. Thankful Max hadn’t followed after her, because she really wasn’t in the mood to start another violent fight with him. She finally released Benji, in the empty hallway, where Mark had disappeared, yet he was nowhere around.

“Are you trying to ruin my life!” she whisper yelled and Benji looked at her utterly confused. “What the hell were you thinking Benji, this is probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” She said harshly.

“Wow. You haven’t been this big of a bitch since we lost nationals.” He smirked. “You wanna take it down a notch Princess and explain why the fuck your actin like such a bitch.” She spat back.

“I’ll give you a hint, Mark.” She said sarcastically, crossing her arms in front of her. “Get him out of here and you can go with him.” Benji was in shock at how awful she was being to him. But she knew that if she actually saw Mark and he got her alone he’d have her again and she couldn’t afford to let that happen again.

It was silent for a long moment and Benji looked seriously upset with her. “Yeah, fine whatever.” He finally said looking up at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes and it killed her. “Sometimes I wonder why were friends Frankie.” That stung, but she pretended it didn’t hurt and she simply scoffed. “Fucking stand up for yourself and stop letting people walk all over you…it’s obvious you’re not happy with Max and everyone can see it. You’re in love with my cousin.” She closed her eyes, suddenly connecting the dots.

“I’m not in love with him, I don’t even know him.” She defended herself but even she could hear how weak her voice sounded and she hated it, she wasn’t going to believe she was in love with someone she’d just meet, that wasn’t realistic and it only happened in the stupid movies.

“Yeah, well I’m glad you can lie to yourself. I saw you together once and I caught on. I can see right through you Francesca.” He said simply as he turned away from her heading back to the party. But he paused turning back to her “Maybe if you stopped faking everything in your life and pretending you fucked up like is so perfect, people would like you more.” With that he left her their alone in the hall and his words hurt her so bad, she just wanted to cruel up in a ball and die.

“Fuck you.” She tried calling after him, but it was weak and he was already back in the party. She lend against the wall, heavily for support trying her best not to completely break down, realizing for the first time, the door in front of her was cracked open and she prayed there was no one in there.

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Spencer’s eyes immediately flicked to Ryan as he watched her disappear out the door and he couldn’t help but catch the look on her face. Who was he kidding it was fairly obvious him and Karin had hook up. She was hanging on to him, like they were actually dating and he’d come to the party with her. He mentally kicked himself. He’d spent a total of forty-eight hours with her and he’d already fucked everything up. Whatever sliver of chance he might have had, was shot to hell when he’d decided to come to this stupid Party with Karin.

“Spinner? Hello, Spencer?” Royce’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “You alright love?” she asked and he sighed. “Your girlfriend’s kind of a hussy.” She smirked and Spencer glanced around quickly looking for Karin, who’d moved on from him and was no all over some other guy.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Sigh sighed. “Do me a favor if she comes back asking for me, tell her I went home.” He said and Royce looked confused, but nodded. He lend in close, with a smirk. “By the way, those ripped up shorts and cut off shirts, looked better on you then this fancy dress.” He said kissing her cheek.

Before walking past her. Royce was more like a sister to him, in fact she reminded him a lot of his little sister, Lennox. That was probably the reason he treated her better than most girls he knew and he’d never once tried to hook up with her. He walked across the ball room, that was so elegantly decorated it made him want to puke. He was able to avoid Jason and slip out the same door Ryan had without being seen.

He paused as he looked around the dark corridor, the muffled music coming from the other side of the door and finally through a window, he saw he, lead against the railing, smoking a cigarette and looking utterly miserable. Yet despite how miserable she looked, she was still incredibly beautiful. He smirked as he slipped out the door and on to the patio with her. He was sure she’d heard him come out the door, but it stayed silent, before he finally walked up next to her, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it taking a long drag off of it.

“My real name is Spencer, Huntington.” he finally said. “Spinner is just a street name I give most girls.” He shrugged and he kept his eyes focused on the golf course. “I’m an ass hole…a junkie...I slept with your best friend…and I hate my fucking life.” He smirked as he took another drag, he figured even if she hated him, he'd rather tell her the truth, then lie to her, because as much as he didn't want to admit it he was falling for her. “But I hate you even more.” He said honestly. “Because I can’t get you off my fucking mind.” It was weird actually telling the truth for once, yet in the same sense it felt really good. He still kept his eyes fixed on the golf course, because he knew if he looked at her, he’d want to kiss her and he wasn’t sure he could handle it if she rejected him.

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Why was that just when everything had managed to balance out, even if it was just for a night she couldn’t have that. It was all falling apart around her. She could handle being fake, she could handle her mother, she could take Max beating the shit out of her, she deal with being unhappy with Max for the rest of her life to please her mother. What she couldn’t handle though was reality and losing control of her perfectly faked life.

"For what it's worth, I haven't stopped thinking about you once this past week." His voice was so familiar, like she’d know him her whole life and just his voice, made everything seem okay, but she couldn’t give into it as much as she wanted to.

She didn’t acknowledge him, she just kept her eyes fixed on the hard wood floor and bit her lip until she tasted blood, but when biting her lip had failed to keep her tears at bay, she finally allowed her tears to fall, despite herself and his presence.

"But I should probably leave. You seem pretty content to marry that guy, and I'm not going to get in your way if that's what you want." She wanted to tell him no, tell him to take her away, but she just stayed silent, eyes on the floor. "Is that what you want Frankie?"

She let silence fall between them and she wanted him to walk away, because if he did, then she could tell herself he didn’t care. That she was just another nameless girl, another notch in his bed post and if he did walk away she wouldn’t have the strength to stop him. If her mother could see her now, she’d kill her. Her mother had always taught her to keep it together, not let anyone see her falter. That’s why even when she was at her worst, she still smiled. But, for the first time in her life she just could do it.

If she was being honest with herself, she was scared to death. Twenty years old and getting married, if it was up to her mother or Max or even Max’s mother, she’d be pregnant with in the year. She was still a kid herself. Sure she lived in New York, but she’d never even been to a Broadway show, she’d been to the beach a total of three times, including the time she’d gone with Mark, there first night together. It was a miserably impossible thought to think she’d never had control of her own life.

But, despite how horrible her mother was, she loved her. She loved her step farther and there was a part of her that loved Max and she knew he had to love her, even if it was just a little. Yet she knew that there was so much more between her and Mark, if she had a choice, she’d choose Mark. Even if it meant that he’d break her heart in the end. So that answer to his question was no, it’s not what she wanted. But, Mark was one person and she was fighting a battle with her mother who would win even if she up and left with Mark, because she’d get her father involved and Francesca, could never say no to her father.

“Yeah. It’s what I want.” She finally said cutting through the silence, before forcing herself to look at him. “But, I want you so much more.” Her words were a weak whisper as she held his eyes. “You know as well as I do, no matter how hard we fight. We won’t win.” She said glancing down the hall to where her parties was, before glancing back to him. “You’re a beautiful, fucking memory.” She said closing her eyes. “But, that’s all you can ever be.”

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"Leave me alone Spencer." she finally said and he just rolled his eyes. "And leave Karin alone too. You'll only hurt her, and I'll get stuck trying to fix her, so do me a favor and stay away from me, and the people I care about." he deserved everything she was saying and as much as he wanted to fight her he couldn’t.

She turned and walked away. He wanted to stop her and tell her she’d regret it, they both would if they didn’t try. But, what right did he have. She was right, all he was good for was drugs and breaking hearts, so what right did he have to ask her to give them a chance. He didn’t turn to look at her, he just continued to smoke, waiting to hear the door open, letting him know she was gone. It was silent for a moment as he took on last drag off his cigarette before flicking it away.

"It's not like we were going anywhere anyway." She whispered, hesitating and that was all he needed to push her and win her back was her hesitation. Because he hesitation meant that she really didn’t want to leave, so he took advantage of it.

He turned quickly grabbing her and pulling her close, holding her tightly against him, but lose enough that if she wanted to get away she could. He pressed his lips to her jawline, tracing in ever so softly, knowing it would drive her insane. He finally reached her lips but he didn’t kiss her. He rested his forehead against hers and let his lips linger in front of hers, teasingly.

“I don’t, were we?” he smirked holding her eyes. “Two days isn’t exactly long enough to tell if we were going anywhere.” He said honestly. “But, if you walk away.” He whispered, letting the words linger there for a moment before finishing. “Will never know will be?” he smirked wickedly taking a step away from her.

He turned away from her and used one hand on the railing to jump over it landing on the ground below. It wasn’t a huge drop. He stood back up looking up at her before glancing to the swimming pole and then back to her with a wicked smirk.

“I don’t know if we’re going anywhere babe?” he said calling back up to her. “I could love you for all I know.” He shrugged. “All I know right now, is I’ve never wanted to keep a girl around long enough to see where it would go.” He admitted “And I just have this crazy feeling we’d be fucking unstoppable.” He spreading his hand out wide. “It’s up to you Rianne are you going to start living or are you going to end up like your sister?” he smirked slipping his shirt off. "I wanna fuck shit up with you and I want to wake up next you." he laughed. "What do you say babe?"

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Walk away. Just walk away. She was telling herself to do it, but she could get her feet to move and so she hopped he’d be the one to walk away. But, he didn’t he grabbed her, pulling her into the room and pinning her against the wall in one swift motion that didn’t give her enough time to react.

"Why the fuck do you do that Frankie?" He asked, but she barely had time to process that words, before his lips came down on his and she was lost. She’d forgotten where she was and the fact that she was getting married all that mattered was him and the way he made her feel setting her etire body on fire.

"Why do you put what everyone else wants in front of what you want?" he pulled away, taking a few steps back a creating space between them as she came crashing back down to earth and back to reality. "You can't live your life to please other people Frankie. That's not living. Living is being happy with yourself." She hated the way he was looking at her and if it was Max or Benji, she’d fight back, but she couldn’t fight him. "Are you happy with yourself?"

She wasn’t happy with herself, she didn’t even know who she really was. She was her mother’s protégé, she’d been shaped into exactly the person her mother wanted her to be. How could anyone be happy with that and she hated the fact that he could see her like she was transparent, despite the fact that it took everyone else years, to be able to read her.

"You can't let people walk all over you. If you want something, take it." he went on not giving her a moment to answer, but finally he stopped himself. She watched him sit down on the couch. "I want you too. But I refuse to be the only one fighting." he said, before standing again and she was utterly frozen, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. He closed the space between them again as he placed a hand on her neck and the touch alone made her shiver. She closed her eyes as he thumb traced her jaw and she could feel his eyes on her.

"Think for one second Frankie. What do you want? Don't think about what anyone else wants, only think about yourself. You deserve to have what you want. You deserve to be happy." He said and sh knew with those words he was finished.

She let out a breath she’d been holding in before shoving him away and moving past him. He already had her, but she didn’t want to let him know that. He could have stopped at the kiss. She stood across the room from him.

“Mark…” she trailed off trying to make her words come out stronger. “You don’t understand. I’ve don’t know how to think for myself. I’ve had people tell me where to go, what to eat, and how to live my entire life. My mother is the female reincarnation of Hitler for God sakes.” She said shaking her head. “And you have no room, to lecture me about whether or not I’m happy with myself.” She said trying to turn the heat off of her.

“You can’t tell me getting drunk and high and breaking girl’s hearts makes you feel like a man.” She spat, she knew it was harsh. “Your no better than Max. Even if I left him, eventually you’d get tired of me.” She said trying to be realistic “What then? Then I’ve made a complete fool of myself when I have to go crawling back to Max…because you know that’s what’s going to happen.” She looked away from him letting the silence hang their. “I can’t just take a chance and you can’t promise me you’ll stick around.” She shrugged. “In the end what are we fighting for, because you’re just going to break my heart.” There was a pain in her voice, because either path she choice ended the same with a broken heart and a lot of misery.

Sure she could chose to run away with him and they might spend the next month or year happy. Then when he got tired of her or he lost control while he was drunk he’d hit her. Then they’d fight, he’d cheat, and then she’d wake up to any empty bed. He’d leave her with nothing but a handful of memories and a shattered heart. A least with Max, he couldn’t leave her because he had a reputation and a family name to up hold, so even if their marriage was shit, he wouldn’t leave her. And that’s what she’d convinced herself. She knew Mark would be mad and she hoped he’d get mad, maybe he’d even hit her and then she’d have an actual reason to pretend to hate him.

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He could tell the comment about her sister had got to her. Spencer wasn’t stupid, despite whatever one thought, he caught on to things extremely quickly. He knew their mom was impossible and that’s why Ryan was so reluctant to stray and she thought she was stuck with Jason, because he was comfortable and she’d been with him for a while. He’d caught on to all that with in the two days he’d spent with her and the things Karin had been saying.

"I fucking hate you." her voice brought him from his thoughts and he glanced up seeing she was slipping out of her heels and he smirked. "You're a horrible fucking influence, and the last fucking thing I need in my life." he couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he only had her for that moment, he was happy and Spencer couldn’t remember a time he’d been honestly happy since the accident until he met her. "You're going to fuck me up, and my life." she said jumping down in front of him.

He watched as she slipped of her dress, raising a brow and smirking. It was weird, with her it wasn’t just about sex, like it was with other girls. She made him want to be a better person and she made him feel like he was worth something. He enjoyed her company and when she wasn’t around it drove him fuckin nuts to think she might be with Jason. She closed the space between them, her lips were so close he wanted to kiss her, but he fought the urge.

"I can tell you where we're going. We're going to go straight to hell." She said and he laughed as she pushed him away and headed towards the pool.

“As long as were going together.” He called after her, following after her quickly and catching her before she had the chance to jump, He spun her around. Pressing his lips to hers, hard, pulling her close and placing a hand on either side of her face. Finally he pulled away a wicked smirk on his lips. “Watch your step kitten.” He whispered, before pushing her in and jumping in jeans and all right after her.

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"First of all, I'm not your fiance. I'd never purposely make you feel like shit, Frankie or hit you just because you won't do what I want you to." she sighed watching him and letting him speak. "And you're right. I'm not happy with myself. Ever since I was a teenager, I've been running all over the world, trying to be happy with myself." she wanted to stop him, because if she got to know him, she’d never want to go back to Max. But, she didn’t she let him go on. "But it's never really worked." she looked away when he stepped closer to her. "I can say though that, I've never been happier than I was the two days I've spent with you and I think you're what I've been looking for. I think you can make me happy."

She looked up at him when he said that, because she could hear it in his voice, he was feeling the same way as her. The honesty in his voice scared the shit out of her, she knew what kind of guy he was. You could tell by just looking at him, so for him to admit what he just had, had to be sincere.

"I know you're afraid. I am too. I've never been this crazy about a girl in my life." his voice pulled her from her thoughts."But I'm not going to make you do anything. It's your choice. Tell me to leave, and you'll never see me again."

She let it fall silent, with only the muffled sound of the music from the party. She had to make up her mind, she was torn. Every ounce of her wanted to be with Mark, but could they really make it work? She’d never wanted anything more in her entire life. She knew she was stupid and that eventually her mother would find her and find a way to drag her home. The worst part about it was, Max wouldn’t move on. Frankie was a possession to him, she was his as far as he was concerned and so if she did leave with Mark, he beat her just short of killing her when he finally found her.

“I’m fucking crazy.” She breathed “This all your fault and when my mother finds us your taking the blame.” She smirked. “We can’t stay in New York, so you better start figuring out a plan, because were leaving tonight.” She said and she honestly couldn’t believe herself, she should have just went back to the party.

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The water was freezing, but it felt incredibly good. He came up close to her and smirked "Fuck you." she laughed and he knew her laugh would haunt him when she left and he hated her that much more. She was addicting, more addicting then any drug he’d ever taken.

He watched as she swam to the other side of the pool. He swam to the side lifting himself out effortlessly and sitting on the edge, letting his feet stay in the water as he watched her duck under the water. He lend back on his hands waiting for her to come back up.

"This is so bad." she smirked and he knit his eyebrows "If my mother comes out, she'll probably die on sight." he smirked at that.

“Why is it bad Ryan?” he asked, sitting back up. “Because all those ass whole in there think it’s bad.” He gestured back to the party. “What do you think?” he asked her.

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He closed the distance between them, resting her forehead against his as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close and all her fear faded. She held his eyes and for the first time in her life, she was doing what she wanted and it felt amazing.


"You tell no one, okay? Nothing. Not even people you trust. Not Benji, not your sister, no friends. If no one knows, we've got a better chance." he smirked and she nodded, before pressing his lips to her and she kissed him back moaning softly against his lips, before he pulled away. "You leave your phone behind and only pack important things. Nothing electronic because we can't run the risk of them being able to track it or whatever. Steal as many valuable things as you can for us to sell, but leave your ring behind so they know the wedding's off and you're not coming back." She matched his smirk, even though deep down she knew the wedding wasn’t off, her mother would make sure she walked down that isle. "We can take off now if you want because it'll probably be easier than trying to sneak out of your house in the middle of the night, but if not, you can finish your party. It's up to you."

She couldn’t wait, they had to leave right then and there, because if they didn’t she’d start to second guess herself. She’d slip up and tell Benji or Ryan and then she would just back out. She couldn’t live in fear her whole life and even if her and Mark only lasted a week at least she wouldn’t regret never having known what it would have been like with him.

"We can go anywhere. Where do you want to go babe?" He said and she smirked having to think for a minute.

“We have to leave now.” She whispered. “Because if we don’t I won’t be able to leave later, we have to leave while I’m willing to.” She sighed, before pressing her lips to his, kissing him deeply, before pulling away and looking him in the eyes. “I can’t go back in there and face Max and pretend there’s nothing between us.” She said honestly. “Besides,” she smirked “I’d kind of like to see you in action, no one’s at my house right now, you can steal whatever the hell you want.” she whispered pressing her lips to his jaw and tracing it gently, before pulling away. She held his eyes running her fingers down his arm before lacing her fingers with his. “Let’s get out of here.” She smirked.

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She swam over to where he was and pulled herself out of the pool as she sat next to him, kicking her legs back and forth in the water as she rested her head on his shoulder at it was quite for a moment. It was impossibly simple to be with her, even just sitting there, in silence. He’d take that over not being with her at all.

"No one ever really asks me what I think. They just kind of tell me to do stuff and expect me to do it." she finally said and he hated that. It was all rich people, because they had money they thought they could control everyone around them, especially there kids.

She straddled him and he smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and holding her tightly against him. "I guess I think this feels pretty good." she shrugged and he smirked as she lend her forehead against his and held his eyes for a moment, before kissing him.

She moaned making him smirk against her lip. He slid a hand into her hair, gently holding her in the kiss. He kissed her deeply, before tilting her head to the side and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips and kissing her the way he had back at the club the first night they’d meant. Only then it had been to seduce her, now as much as he hated it, it was because he meant it.

He pulled away, keeping one arm around her waist and the other tangled in her long hair. He closed his eyes, as his breathing returned to normal, before finally opening his eyes and holding hers.

“Runaway with me.” He whispered with a smirk and he knew it was a long shot and he doubted she’d say yes. Because even though he had her for that moment, somehow he knew her boyfriend still had her and he wasn’t sure she’d ever get over Jason. He pressed his lips to her jaw, placing slow hot kisses continuing down her neck before placing his lips back to hers, not giving her a chance to answer, because he didn’t want to hear her say no.

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They managed to get out and into the parking lot without getting caught which was surprising because she figured by now, her mother or Max would be looking for her. Once they were out in the parking lot, Mark hit the button on the keys he’d taken from the valet and laughed when it was Benji’s car they were taking yet again.

Mark spent some time on the phone talking to someone, telling whoever was on the other end that she could stay at his place, if she did him a favor and finally after a long drive, they’d finally gotten to her house and she knew by now, people would be looking for her; If not her mother, then Max, and if not Max then her father or Max’s family.

As they got out of the car there was a girl waiting out front with Mark’s car. "Where's this rent money you promised me?" She asked and Frankie raised a brow. He wasn’t sure who the girl was, possibly his sister or a friend.

"Just wait out here, we'll be back out with it." He tossed her Benji’s key’s and explained what to do with them before he took Frankie’s hand and led her to the door and she started to unlock it but paused as he spoke. "Got anything worth a couple thousand we can give her?" she smirked.

“Please, a couple thousand to my family is lunch money.” She lend over kissing him before pushing the door to her enormous house open. “Grab whatever you want, I’m going to pack my shit.” She said heading upstairs.

She threw her cell phone on her bed and slipped into her bathroom slipping off her wedding ring like Mark had told her to and there was a small part of her that felt like shit. Because she was leaving Ryan without so much as a goodbye and she loved her sister to death, she just hoped that when she saw her again, she could forgive her.

She grabbed a duffel bag and filled it with only what she needed, nothing more. Before slipping out of her dress and changing into sweats and a tank top and pulling her hair up, before grabbing her bag and heading to her parent’s room. There she unlocked a safe much like Karin’s parents kept and took all the money from there and she honestly wondered if her mother and step-father would even notice. She shoved the stacks of money into her duffel bag before heading back down stairs.

She lend in the archway of the living room where she found Mark. “California” She smirked referring to where she wanted to go.

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"I think if Frankie disappeared, the world would stop turning." she whispered, before climbing out of his lap and he let her go with a sigh. "My mom would probably pay me to run away. All I ever do is cause her trouble." She scoffed and rolled her eyes before looking away again.

It was quite for a long time as they both sat there, completely silent thinking to their selves. She was actually contemplating running away and that surprised him. If she did say yes, where would they go? He could make money easily by selling drugs. Money wasn’t the issue, it was hiding her. Because as much as she didn’t want to believe it, her family would come after her. She wouldn’t just be able to disappear and cut all ties, people would ask questions.

Him on the other hand, no one gave a shit about him. His brother pretended to and Jimmy called himself Spencer’s friend, but in the end he was just more trouble than for them, not to mention the fact that he hurt everyone who got close. So in the end if he runaway, no one would care.

"What if running away doesn't work?" she whispered dragging him from his thoughts and he wanted to pretend to have the answers and tell her it would work, but he just couldn’t lie to her.

“I honestly don’t know then.” He sighed running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll probably hurt you.” He shrugged. “But, I think you’ll fight back and hurt me in return.” He smirked at the thought. “But, I can promise you that while I have you around I’ll take care of you.” He said honestly “I’m not going to promise you I’ll be any better than you’re your boyfriend, I’ll probably be ten times worse than him.” He sighed. He knew he was only able to be honest with her because he was sober.

He lend over and grabbed her jaw gently until he was holding her eyes. “I’ll I know is that the feeling I get with you, is fucking incredible and your beautiful.” He smirked pressing his lips to hers.

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"California it is then." He smirked and she matched his smirk as he laced his fingers with hers. "That's a long way princess. Hope you can handle it." he laughed and she just rolled her eyes as he pulled her from the house.
The honesty of it was she hoped she could handle it too. She’d never been away from her mother and her sister for longer than a day or two. But, it wasn’t her mother she was worried about it was Ryan and she knew her mom well enough to know she’d put more pressure on Ryan or she’d completely ignore her trying to find Frankie, as if the world had completely stopped turning. That thought was utterly frustrating.

"I don't know what you're doing, but good luck. Be careful. If you need any help from home, call me." The girls voice brought her from her thoughts, she watched as she got into Benji’s car and took off.

Mark’s lips pressed to hers, focusing her full attention on him no as she kiss him back leaning into the kiss, before he pulled away jingling the keys and she laughed "Ready?" he smirked and she didn’t have a chance to answer, before he opened the passenger door and pushed her in before leaning down and kissing her. She watched as he walked around the car before her eyes flicked to her house one more time, before they pulled out onto the road.

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"Okay." she muttered against his lips and he wasn’t paying much attention to what she meant. She climbed back into his lap and he pulled her close as he lips moved along jaw and then his neck. He shivered as she ran her fingers along his chest. "I'll run away with you." she smirked.

He didn’t have time to ask her questions before she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard and he kissed her back just as hard. He placed a hand on her lower back and flipped her over swiftly, before climbing over her, pressing his lips to hers again. Letting his lips trail her jaw and down her neck, anyone could walk out on them, but it didn’t matter. He pulled away holding her eyes with a wicked smirk.

“Guess we better get going then” he said kissing her forehead as he stood up pulling her up with him. “How’s Florida sound?” he smirked “Spring breaks coming up.” She laughed as he threw an arm around her shoulder as if they had nothing to worry about and they were simply going on vacation and not running away.

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When her and Mark had first gotten to San Francisco, everything was incredibly perfect. She was convinced by the first month that she was completely in love with him. Life couldn’t be more amazing and nothing else seemed to matter. They’d spent the first month in a shitty hotel, having passionate sex and getting high. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. They went to clubs and when she woke up the next morning she couldn’t remember what had happened, but all that matted was waking up next to him.

Finally they’d found an ad in the paper, looking for roommates and a week later they were moving into a beautiful two story house, with three others. That’s when Mark and Frankie’s perfect world had started crashing down around them, or maybe Frankie had been wanting so desperately for something different then the life she’d grown up in that she’d tried to make something work, that deep down she knew never could. Whatever the case, Mark had created a Monster the moment she’d walked in on him and one of their roommate, Sadie.

She lost it, because she’d let herself fall in love with him and he knew that. He knew he had her all of her and no matter what, she could never leave him. She’d loved Max, but she was in love with Mark. They’d fought and the fight had turned violent, until he’d hit her and she hit him back. It was her and Max all over again, the only difference was no matter what Mark did, she’d always come back to him, not because she had to, but because she physically needed him.

That was the start of her downfall. She’d gotten colder and impossibly hard to get along with. She’d started relying on drugs and booze more heavily. Her and Sadie were connately fighting, even getting the cops called on them a few times, but Sadie refused to move out and Frankie refused to let it go. She was having meaningless sex, behind Marks back with his friend and their other roommate, Reed. Mark had yet to catch them. It was a never ending cycle of hurting each other, but always coming back to each other, because they knew they couldn’t survive without the other.

The house was a complete mess. They still hadn’t cleaned up from yesterday night’s party. Frankie sat on the couch in nothing bust one of Mark’s shirts and her lacy under ware. There were fresh needles, that Frankie had just shot up with scattered on the coffee table next to several empty beer bottles. She picked at the black chipped nail polish on her fingers nails, trying to keep her mind off the fact that Mark had left only a few minutes after Sadie earlier in the day and neither of them had returned, despite the fact it was almost midnight. She wasn’t stupid, she knew they were still hooking up and that killed her, she’d give anything to go back four months ago to when they’d first gotten to San Francisco.

She took a sip from the whiskey bottle in her hands, trying to let the soft hum of the music, calm her nerves, like it used to. But, that seemed like years ago now and she wasn’t sure she even remembered how to dance. She listened to the words and she hated them, because the song reminded her way to fucking much of her and Mark. She took another swig from the bottle. She closed her eyes letting a few tears fall, but wiping them away quickly, she couldn’t remember the last time she let herself cry in front of anyone.

The worst part about her fucked up life, was that she was honestly happy. It didn’t matter how messed up things were, Mark was all she wanted and even if her mother, Max, Ryan, or Benji found her and she was giving the chance to go back to her old life no questions asked, she wouldn’t. Because being miserable with freedom and love, was better than being miserable in a loveless marriage with no freedom.

She heard the door open, causing her to open her eyes in hopes that it would be Mark, without Sadie. But, it wasn’t it was Reed fuck she thought to herself. She was in no mood for her bad attitude and ass hole comments. He had a way of talking her into bed with him and she hated that even when she said no, she still somehow ended up in bed with him.

“Hey Franks.” He smirked wickedly as he sat down next to her kicking his feet up on the coffee table as he snatched the whisky bottle from her hand, looking between her and the coffee table. “Looks like you had yourself a pity party, without me. Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” he taunted.

“Fuck off Reed.” She spat hatefully as she got up heading towards her and Marks room. But he caught her before she had a chance to slip into the room and cut herself off from him. He shoved her into the wall hard enough to steal the air from her lungs, before she could catch her breath her pressed his lips to hers roughly and the drugs made it so she couldn’t pull away, she only kissed him back, mentally kicking herself.

“When you going to realize he doesn’t love you.” He whispered against her lips and that made her stomach twist. She glared at him. “You know it’s true, if he loved you he wouldn’t have broken you and you’d still be wearing that pretty smile you had the first time I met you.” She swallowed hard closing her eyes.

“Stop it.” She whispered, begging him. “You’re supposed to be his friend.” She knew it sounded stupid but that was the best she had.

“I am.” He shrugged. “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t call him out.” He said stepping away from her. She used the space between them to push him away and slip into her room, using the door for support. “Forget about him, Francesca.” He said from the other side of the door. “I wouldn’t hurt you like him.” He said and with that she heard retreating footsteps.

She pushed off the door, walking over to the window, grabbing a half full bottle of vodka on the way. She pushed open the window, climbing out onto the fire escape. She sat down looking out at the bright city lights, that reminded her too much of home as she lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag off of it. The music inside got louder and she was glad Reed wasn't trying to pursue her and so she closed her eyes letting the soft music drown out her misery.

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"Anywhere but here." she said and he smirked, before she headed over to the balcony and he followed behind her. He watched her as she climbed back up. Before he picked up his suite jacket that he’d left lying there and grabbed his phone call dialing his brother.

“Chris, I need a favor.” He said hating the fact that he was having to call his brother, but he was the only person he knew with a million different hook up. “I’m leaving, tonight.” He said simply and there was a moment of silence. “I need a place to stay in Miami.” He kept his voice quite.

“Alright.” Chris said without arguing and that surprised Spencer, there had to be a catch. “But, you’re going to sell for me.” He could hear the smirk in his brother’s voice. Spencer rolled his eyes as he glanced up at Ryan, who was occupied looking through the windows.

“Fine.” he spat. “But, if I’m selling this place better be fucking worth it.” He hated the fact that he was going to have to work under his brother, but it was better than nothing.

His brother, was quick with information. Explaining where they’d be staying and to call him when they got there, before hanging up, just as Ryan jumped down in front of him again.

"I think we better leave. Jason might have just seen me." He nodded before pressing his lips to her and lacing their fingers together as they headed out.

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When they’d gotten to Florida, Spencer’s brother hadn’t disappointed. He’d gotten them a beautiful house on the beach. It was incredible. It wasn’t long before Spencer started dealing for his brother and he’d stayed in touch with one of the dealers from the club and so on top of dealing for his brother, he was dealing the drug that from that club that no one knew about. So to say him and Ryan were living comfortably would be an understatement.

Their house was rarely empty, they had parties almost every night. It hadn’t taken long for Spencer to make friends with the right people and use his talent to get nearly everyone including some of the cops on his side. Spencer was easily one of the most popular dealer in the area and everyone knew who is beautiful girlfriend was, she was the envy of girl who came to their parties or knew her, not just because she was beautiful, but because it was obvious how in love with her Spencer was.

When another guy looked at her the wrong way, he beat the shit out of them. Spencer had become ten times more dangerous, because he’d gotten a big head and carried himself as if he was invincible. He’d become a million times more arrogant, Spencer had been arrested a total of seven times over the last four months yet every time he’d managed to get out of it. Spencer was on his way to the top of the drug ring and he was taking Ryan with him.

He’d tried his best not to hurt her. But, that hadn’t lasted very long, because when he was high, he was dangerously violent and he hit her, nearly putting her in the hospital a few times. She’d even caught him with some girls a few times and every time she caught him he told her it was the last time, but they both knew it was a lie. He loved her though, there was no arguing that. In fact he was so in love with her that was the reason he was always fucking up and hurting her, because he honestly didn’t know how to love, she was the first girl he’d ever fallen in love with and it scared the shit out of him.

Their usual Friday night party was underway. The music was blasting through the house and Spencer had a girl sitting on each side of him, girls who though they actually had a chance with him. He lend down snorting a few lines as he looked out over the sea of faces and he was getting increasingly more frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t find her.

“Spinner, why don’t you take me and Cassie upstairs.” One of the girls whispered kissing his Jaw and he shoved her off harshly.

“Because you’re not worth my fucking time.” He spat standing up, headed to look for Ryan.

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She took a drink of the vodka before standing up, leaning against the railing and tossing the bottle off, watching is at shattered on the street. She flicked her cigarette ways, wanting nothing more than to be numb. She thought about crawling into bed and trying to fall asleep, before he got home, so she wouldn’t have to listen to him tell her he loved her or that he was sorry. But, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

In hopes of getting the thought of Mark being with Sadie out of her mind, her thoughts wen to Reed. There wasn’t an ounce of her the loved him, she’d initially just started sleeping with him to get at Mark. But, then she didn’t want to hurt him like he hurt her and so she tried to stop. But, Reed knew how to use Mark and her weakness to get her into bed.

She lit another cigarette as she heard the door shut and she already knew it was Mark. With any luck she hoped he’d just go to bed. But, she wasn’t that lucky and he stepped out on the fire escape with her, wrapping his arms around her and she hated that he was still able to set her entire body on fire like the night they’d first met. He moved her hair, kissing down her neck and she closed her eyes.

"I love you." he whispered against her skin causing her to open her eyes.

She turned around to face him, tears rimmed her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She held his eyes for a long moment. She could tell he’d been with Sadie, it was obvious in the way he’d said he loved her and the fact that her perfume was all over him.

“Do you?” she spat back bitterly. Struggling between wanting to yell at him or just break down, because she wasn’t sure how much more she could honestly take. He was killing her and the worst was he knew exactly what her was doing. “Because it doesn't feel like that from where I’m standing.” She whispered.

She lend up pressing her lips to his “But, for what it’s worth I love you too.” She whispered against his lips, before pushing past him and climbing in the window. She went over to her bed sitting down and burying her face in her hands.

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Spencer pushed past people roughly looking everywhere for her. He could feel the rage in his body and he was trying to calm himself down, because he knew once he found her he’d hurt her and even through his drug induced state, he didn’t want to hurt her. He grabbed a bottle of whisky of the kitchen counter taking a drink from it as he headed up stairs towards there room.

As he got to the top of the staircase his eyes found Ryan coming out of the bathroom and he knit his brows, wondering why she wasn’t using their bathroom, like she always did, he knew there was something off there, but he didn’t read too much into it, because he was just glad he’d found her.

He lend against the wall smirking as she finally noticed him, but blocking the staircase so she couldn’t go down stairs. He looked over her, catching the fact that she looked a little disheveled and he raised a brow as he grabbed her wrist roughly and drug her to the nearest room shoving her inside and leaning against the door, so she couldn’t get out.

“Who are you fucking?” he spat accusingly. “Because it’s obviously not me.” He said raising his voice. He closed the space between them grabbing a hand full of her hair roughly and forcing her to look at him. He still hadn’t told her he loved her, he just assumed she knew, he figured telling her meant he had to say it out loud and it was something he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do.

He pressed his lips to hers loosening the grip on her hair. Slipping his tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss. He pulled away from her lips tracing along her jawline, pausing at her ear as he pulled away, letting the muffled music fill the silence for a moment.

“I love babe, you know that don’t you?” he finally whispered and he hated that he’d finally said it because now it was real, not that it hadn’t been real before, but now he’d actually admitted it to her, instead of danced around it like he’d been doing.

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