Frankie Monologue

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Though I keep my head low, I allow my gaze to travel the length of Frankie's body to his face. Beads of sweat form on his brow as he lowers his gaze to his feet. He runs a hand through his hair. I'm not surprised when not one single hair moves, probably from the lashings of gel he slathers on his head. “There’s some business I need to take care of,” he continues. Angelo's smile diminishes. “Are you gambling again?” Frankie chuckles nervously. “No, no, nothing like that.” “I'll find you dead one day if you carry on like this.” In an attempt to reassure his brother, Frankie rests a hand on Angelo's shoulder. “You worry too much, I’ll be fine, I promise.” In response, Angelo penetrates his brother with a rigorous stare before swallowing the rest …show more content…

“Yeah,” says Frankie before departing. “My brother has a gambling problem, he owes a great deal of money,” Angelo informs me without actually looking at me. “I could pay his debt, but what’s the point? He'll be back in debt before the day's end, and I'd still find him dead somewhere.” Unsure how to respond, I take a sip of my coke, keeping my focus on him. In the short time I've known him, along with all Alice had to say about him, not once has he emitted a pessimistic aura. Nevertheless, here I stand, fascinated by the anguish on his face. It makes him vulnerable, natural, and all the more alluring. With a tender hand, I stroke his arm. His soft gaze watches my hand, surprising me that he could feel my touch through his jacket. Without uttering a word, he turns and leaves me staring at his back. An invisible fist hits my stomach, taking all the wind from my lungs. What do I do now? Before panic can ravage my mind, he glances over his shoulder. “You're not coming?” Within the confinements of my chest, my heart warms; he wants me with him despite his discomfort. He waits for me to join his side before slipping his hand inside …show more content…

“I'm sorry Frankie ruined our night.” My voice can only manage to say, “It's okay,” even though I want to tell him our night isn't ruined, we can continue to dance, or sit and talk. A heavy silence fills the room. As trepidation seeps through my skin, I fumble with the zipper of my coat. He drums his fingertips on the desk, exhaling a heavy sigh before he says, “I should take you home now, I need to find Frankie.” A minute passes by before he rises from his chair and heads towards the exit. Nausea penetrates my stomach. On reflex, I tighten my arms around my stomach, comforting myself. When he brought me to the club, I was unsure of what to expect, but I didn't anticipate him taking me home so soon. Like a well-trained puppy, I follow him out into the frigid night air, causing me to shiver. Instantly, I regret not removing the flimsy leather coat when we arrived at the club, maybe it would shield me from the chill

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