Franks POV
I woke up to the screeching sound of my alarm clock going off like it does every morning at 8 A.M. On the dot. My vision spinning as I reluctantly tried to turn it off but failed miserably so it resulted in throwing it on the floor as hard as I could.
It worked. Thank god.
At first I couldn't leave the comfort of my warm bed but I knew one thing that always worked. The only thing that got me out of bed in the morning.
Coffee.
Just the thought of the hot liquid running down my throat made me shiver as I slumped towards the kitchen, my black fringe covering my view and my eyes droopy, still wanting more sleep but I was too tired to care about the way I looked right now. It's not like I had anyone to impress. Apart from my daughter but she's not old enough to care, 7 to be exact and her names Lily. Lily Iero
Like I was saying, I have no one to impress since my old wife died during childbirth so it's been me and my daughter all along. I'd never really wanted to be with anyone else until about 2 weeks ago when I realised it'd do both of us a little good and if it didn't work we could go back to how it is now, just me and her.
I waited for the kettle to boil and whilst I thought about previous years I managed to slip on my usual black jeans and band tee with a little eyeliner on my bottom lids. (It helped me have an excuse for why I looked so tired everyday!)
Throughout the 7 years without my 'former-wife' things have changed. And i mean drastically. I've found myself attracted to men more than women. Something I'd never thought was possible, until now of corse. Today was the day I finally told someone. Today was the day I could finally be happy as, me.
~Time Lapse~
I strode into work with my head held high and for some reason I knew that no matter what people said about me. No one could change the way I felt.
Or should I say. No matter what people DID to me.
My thoughts were pushed aside; as was I.
I was tripped to the floor with a thud, unfortunately my height didn't work well when it came to all that 'standing up for myself' crap.
I looked up to see the face that had taunted me from day one of working in this hell hole.
Pete.
He was a lot taller than me so initial thoughts were that he could push me around. In fact, everyone's thoughts were the same!
I knew what to do after years of being tripped and beaten by him so I just stayed down and with my absolute amazing acting (which although wasn't convincing at all, worked! I guess Pete never was the smartest out of us all!) meant he would go away soon and I could finally go back to what I was meant to be doing today.
Being myself.