Frank's Point of View
"What is this Bob?" I ask again, seeing Bob's expression change from shock to sadness.
"I-I-I don't know what to say," he starts, coming around to sit on the chair.
"Is that the call that you had to make outside? This?" I hold up the piece of paper for good measure.
"Frank, you have to understand. I wasn't even thinking about using that. I swear," he pleads, taking my free hand.
I pull it away from him in a jerking manner.
"Get away from me," I say coldly.
"You don't understand, let me explain!" he cries, reaching for the piece of paper in my hand.
I moved from his reach.
"When the fuck did I cheat on you?" I question, staring into his vibrant blue eyes.
"You didn't. Gerard made me write that the first day I started working for him," he says quietly, his eyes shifting downward.
He stares at the carpet, tracing the flowing patterns with his eyes.
"Who's Gerard?" I ask.
"My boss." Bob continues staring at the carpet.
"What do you do?"
I already know the answer.
"I'm a hit man. But, you have to understand. It wasn't my choice. Gerard and Mikey made me join them. They all told me that if I didn't, I would die," he says frantically, getting up from the chair to pace in the front of the TV.
"Who's Mikey?"
"Gerard's brother. Ray is Gerard's boyfriend, or love interest, I don't know. They order the hits on people, and I have to go do them. They threatened to hurt me, and even you. I had no choice Frank, you have to understand."
His pleas grow more urgent with every word he utters.
I process the information in my head.
"How long have you been doing this?"
I'm so full of questions, that one just jumped to my tongue.
"About a month after we started dating," he says quickly.
I shut my mouth, closing it tightly before I get up and hand him the piece of paper.
"Please get out Bob. I just...don't want to deal with this. If I feel like seeing your face tomorrow, I'll call you," I say lowly.
He looks from me to the piece of paper and back.
He nods and turns to leave, then moves towards me again.
"I love you Frank," he whispers.
He puts two fingers together on the top of the paper and rips the thin sheet into two halves.
He tears the halves into quarters, and then into eighths, leaving the remains on the floor.
The door closes after his exit.
"I love you too."
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