Love In A Lap Dance

Love In A Lap Dance- Part 19

We loaded up the boxes in Frank’s living room. I didn’t have much but as of right now there wasn’t any place to put things.
“Home sweet home.” Frank said wrapping me in a warm hug.
“I love you. I am so happy I decided to move in.” I said kissing his neck.
His hands lowered to my waist, “Me too.”
“I’ll be right back.” I said gently flicking his nose and walking into the bathroom with my purse.
I closed the door behind me. I looked in the mirror.
I was happy to see my old self again. A bright, carefree girl in love with a man she has been so lucky to have found. My weight was no longer sickeningly skinny but a much more healthy slim weight. My hair was soft and my skin was a lot more vibrant now that the drugs that kept me slain no longer coursed through my veins.
I slowly took off my clothing, so I wouldn’t agravate any of my stitches and bandages and I put on a pair of red lace boy short underwear and a matching red bra. I tousled my hair and re-applied some eyeliner.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the living room where Frank was sitting on the couch drinking water.
His jaw dropped when he saw me, “You look amazing. Is that from your work?”
I blushed, “No I bought this to wear the first night I make love that counts. To a real man, a man who I love.”
I walked up to him and slowly lowered myself onto his lap. I was nervous, and I think he was too.
It was actually happening.
I kissed him slowly and he ran his fingers through my hair and lowered them to the small of my back. As we kissed he held onto me tightly and stood up from the couch as I kept my legs wrapped around his middle.
We made it to the bedroom and he laid me on the bed.
I watched him slowly undress.
“I love you.” I said as he slowly lowered himself on top of me.
“I love you too.”
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. As if we left the world below, and it was just him and me.
He slowly penetrated me and my hips gently bucked in reply.
So this is how it feels to actually have real sex.
It was sweet and beautiful, just like my first time should have been.
Frank’s lips lingered over mine, “Will you marry me?”
One glistening tear rolled down my cheek, “Yes, I will marry you.”
I kissed his full lips and within the next few hours I was asleep next to the man who I will be with for the rest of my life. The only other man I will ever have to sleep with. That is a beautiful thing.


I woke up that morning, feeling happier than ever.
I remember rubbing my eyes and watching the sunbeams shine through my window on top of my beautiful woman.
I love her so much.
I gently ran my finger down her arm to the spot where her shallow veins were located.
How can a beautiful girl like Melinda shoot up drugs?
I still don’t understand.
In my eyes she was still perfect.
I lowered my head slowly to her chest so I wouldn’t wake her up.
I loved listening to her gentle heartbeat.
But this time I seemed to be having trouble finding it.
That’s when panic hit.
“Melinda?” I said loudly.
She didn’t wake up; in my heart I think I knew she never would. But I couldn’t accept that, not then, not my angel.
I remember shaking her violently hoping that it would jolt some life into her.
Nothing worked.
My cries of anguish and despair.
Nothing helped.
The doctors said her body simply shut down.
How does something that simple come with such a terrible impact?
She didn’t come back to me.
We spent one night together, I wanted more, I wanted an entire lifetime of nights together.
I wanted babies, I wanted a house, I wanted a dog and a good life.
I wanted to share everything with her.
The crying didn’t heal my broken heart.
It still doesn’t.
It has been three years since Melinda has past away.
Three years since I woke up that terrible morning next to the lifeless body of the girl I love.
As I place red roses on her gravestone, I pay my respects to her parents who she is buried next to.
I knew it would make her happy to be with them.
The gentle breeze whips through my hair and is a gentle reminder of Melinda’s love.
I spend as much time here as I can.
I sit on the grass plot and I gently run my fingers over her carved name.
“I love you.” I say quietly and kiss the top of the stone.
I lift myself off the grass and zip up my jacket, time to face the world again.
As I wipe the fallen tears from my eyes, I can’t help but wonder how different my life would be if she were still here. It would make my successes all the more sweeter.
Although I wasn’t with her long, I knew our love was true and that a love like that only comes once in your life.
Cherish it.
Never let go.
Even though I have to…
I’ll never let go.

THE END

(written 2/9/07)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 18

The weeks I spent in the hospital would have been completely miserable if I didn’t have Frank there. The team of doctors have been helping me with the side affects of my drug detox. Some days I felt like I was going to die. The non stop sweating, shaking and the fever was by far the worst.
The doctor still wants me go to rehab but I don’t think so since I have been in the hospital for four weeks. Normally I wouldn’t have had to be there so long but I needed to be monitored extra carefully because of my drug abuse and I needed physical therapy.
Unfortunately my “parents” were here every weekend. I love them, but I would much rather they stop nagging me and that my aunt would stop telling me to dump Frank.
There was a week when he wasn’t here, and that was the worst time of all. He went on a week long tour with the band so I was left here alone with the worst fevers I have ever had. But music is a huge part of his life so how can I stop him from going? What kind of girlfriend would I be?
He came back with flowers and a teddy bear, and a scorpion tattoo on his neck. He told me his dad flipped out and told him that he would never be able to get a real job if music doesn’t work out. I have a strange feeling that it will.
Today was the day I finally got to leave the hospital.
“Are you ready to go?” Frank said with a smile and wheeling in a wheel chair.
“Yes.” I said lowering myself off the bed. I was healed to the point where I can move, but still not freely and the casts prevent me from doing much.
I sat in the wheel chair and a nurse grabbed my bags as Frank wheeled me through the long white hallways. I couldn’t help but smile when Frank wheeled me through the doors into the bright sunshine of the day.
“I forgot how beautiful nature is!”
“Well, if you call a cement parking lot and a few trees nature, then sure, I guess it’s alright.”
We reached his car and I got out of the wheel chair, thanked the nurse who was so kind to me throughout the weeks and I sat in the passenger seat.
Frank got into the car after loading my bags into the trunk and he buckled his seat belt.
“Listen, Melinda I was wondering…will you move in with me?” Frank said nervously, fidgeting with his car keys.
I looked at him and my heart nearly burst through my chest, “Of course I will!”
I leaned over and kissed him. The day my lips healed was a great day but I think this definitely tops it.
“Great, oh I’m so happy. Let’s stop by your apartment and pick up your stuff.”
“You want me to move in right away?”
“Yeah, besides you have been evicted.”
“What?! How can I have been evicted?”
“Well, you haven’t paid rent in a while so that usually constitutes eviction.”
Frank turned the car on.
“Is this the only reason why you want me to move in with you? Because I have no where else to go? I can easily go back and stay with my family Frank; I don’t want your pity.”
“It’s not pity, I love you and I want you to live with me.”
“As much as I would love to Frank, I think I am going to go back with my family.”
“No don’t do that, you know I won’t be able to see you that much if you back there.”
“I know but I just feel like you think I’m some poor hurt little animal who needs help. Well I don’t need help!”
“Yes you do!” He burst out loud, “I’m not taking this crap, if you don’t want to move in with me then fine! But you have to admit you need help. I don’t want you out by yourself. Who knows what drugs you will buy?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to see you on those drugs anymore. I know this is terrible, but I think you getting raped was one of the best things that happened to you because you have finally learned to appreciate your life. And I bet you would have never told me you were on heroine if the doctors weren’t there to prove it. Am I right?”
I nodded my head up and down; of course he was right, he was always right. He knew me better then I knew myself. We stayed in silence for a few more minutes.
I put my hand on his lap as he continued driving, “Frank?”
“Yeah?” He asked turning into my apartment complex.
“Will you help me get my stuff?”
“Sure. You might want to call your mom and tell her that we are coming to her house in about an hour.”
“No I don’t need to call her.”
“Please do, she hates me enough already, I don’t want her upset when I just appear at her front door with luggage.”
“I don’t have to call her, because I want to live with you.”



We loaded up the final bags into the car and we started driving again.
“Frank can we make one final stop?”
“Sure, where?”
“Howard’s.” I said slowly, it was coming up. The place of my nightmares and self hate. The place where so many sell their souls for money. Was money really worth all the pain and suffering? I know I didn’t think so.
Frank looked at me with an unsure face, “Why?”
“I just need to go there and talk to him about my job.”
“If I were you,” Frank said turning on the street, “I would wait to tell him you are out of the hospital until next week so that you can get an extra week off.”
I laughed, “No its okay.”
We made it. I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
“Do you mind staying here? I want to go in by myself.”
“No of course not, go ahead,” Frank said unbuckling his seat belt and cranking up the music.
I slowly walked toward the entrance, dread filled every step. I felt dizzy and like I was going to fall over any moment.
I gripped the door handle and pulled open the door.
I looked at the unlit stage and the dark bar. Everything was so different here during the day. So much more innocent.
I heard gasps as I walked in and I noticed Howard was having a meeting with the other girls. Obviously another themed night was coming up.
That’s when I saw her. Lindsay. One of the most pretentious girls at the club prancing around in red heels.
Howard looked frantic when he saw me and quickly hushed everyone and in a hurried whisper he said to Lindsay, “Remove the shoes from your feet.”
I walked closer and the girls all clapped when they saw me, they knew what I have been through, Howard kept them updated.
“No it’s okay Howard, she can keep the shoes. I don’t want them.” I said slowly.
“No, now that you are back you are going to be an even bigger star. The men have been wondering where you are and now that you are back, business is going to be twice as good!”
“That’s the thing Howard, I’m not coming back.”
“Excuse me?”
“I quit.”
The girls gasped again and I could hear Lindsay’s joyous squeal that she gets to keep the heels.
“What has happened to you?”
“I’m clean. And I’m in love. And I don’t need this place to bring me down anymore. From now on I run my life, not you, not drugs, just me. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me but I no longer need your employment.”
I turned and made my way to the door.
Howard yelled to me, “You don’t know what you are doing! You are making a huge mistake.”
But I knew in my heart I was doing the right thing. And for the first time I walked out of Howard’s Gentlemen’s Club with my head held high and a smile on my face.

(written 1/27/07)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 17

The doctor wiped away the sweat from his furrowed brow and put the paddles aside as the heart beat steadied and stabilized.
Frank’s tears of joy were greeted with a meek smile.
“Thank god,” Frank said putting his head on Melinda’s chest listening to her steady heart beat as if he had to see for himself that she was fine.
Melinda took her shaking hands and stroked his face gently. Frank looked up into her pale face, “I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me. I was the one who lied to you. You deserve better. I am just happy you came back.”
“Of course I came back. What if-“
“Don’t ever say what if. You have to live in the moment and never let yourself think of what could have been.”
Frank nodded his head and Melinda wiped away his tears.
“I need-” Melinda took a deep breath and her head landed back on the pillow “-sleep.”
Melinda fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow and Frank took a seat next to her bed where he waited until she woke up hours later.


I opened my eyes and I saw Frank sleeping, slouched in a chair. The door opened and I nearly screamed from surprise.
“Baby we heard what happened are you okay?!” My aunt asked running in with my brother and father right behind her.
Frank was startled and woke up and looked at the people who were crowded around my bed. I could barely see his face because my brother was hugging me tightly.
“Please don’t tell dad I was at the club,” He whispered into my ear.
I had almost completely forgotten he was there, “Don’t tell them I work there.”
He nodded his head and kissed my forehead, “I love you!”
“I love you too.”
My aunt and uncle worriedly looked at all the machines I was hooked up to and were asking me what happened.
My uncle was outraged when he heard I was rapped.
“You have to move back home. Obviously being on your own isn’t working.”
“This is just one incident. I’m fine now and it won’t happen again.”
He shook his head, “This area is too dangerous. How did you even get to the hospital?”
“I dragged myself to Frank’s apartment.”
“Who is Frank?” My brother asked.
“My boyfriend.”
“You never said anything about having a boyfriend,” My brother blurted out.
“He is sitting right there,” I said pointing at Frank who jumped out of his chair.
My aunt gave him a disapproving look. He was wearing tight black jeans with a rip in the knee and a plain red t-shirt. His tattoos were clearly visible.
“Hi, it is nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Bryant,” Frank said with his hand outstretched.
They didn’t respond.
I answered quickly, “Frank their last name is Smith; Bryant was my real parent’s last names.”
Frank look embarrassed but he played it off, “I’m sorry. But it is still a pleasure to meet you.”
My aunt and uncle shook his hand.
My brother shook Frank’s hand as well, “My name is Ryan”.
“Hey.”
They turned there attention on Frank back on me.
“Honey you should really consider coming and staying with us for a while.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Then at least let us stay with you in your apartment for a few days when you get out of the hospital to make sure you are alright.”
My heart sank. My apartment was a trash can, there was no way they could see the run down place I live. But I didn’t want to leave with them and not see Frank for a week.
“I am going to stay with Frank for a week.” I blurted out knowing it was my only option.
“No you aren’t,” My aunt said firmly.
“I am twenty years old I can make my own decisions. And I want to stay with Frank.”
Frank chimed in, “I’ll take good care of her. She has stayed at my house for a while before it really is no big deal.”
My aunt  glared at him and then back at me, “What does he mean that you have stayed at his house before? You promised to stay a virgin until you were in love.”
Ryan spit out the water he was drinking and tried to stifle his laughter.
God, if only she knew how many guys I have slept with. Ryan knew that’s why he was laughing. I also knew Ryan wasn’t a virgin. My aunt knew very little of what was really going on in her kids’ a lives.
“I haven’t even slept with Frank.”
“It’s true. All we’ve done is kiss.”
My aunt had enough of the situation, “Do you expect me to believe that a hoodlum like you hasn’t touched my daughter? Look at you with your tattoos and the cigarettes in your pocket. I bet you do drugs and you have no job. You probably have taken advantage of Melinda many times.”
Frank took a cigarette out of his pocket, “You’ve misjudged me, but you are going to believe what you want to believe. I’m going to go outside and smoke.”
“You are not my Mom!” I yelled at her the second Frank closed the door, “How dare you insult him. He has done nothing but taken care of me. He doesn’t do drugs, he is in an amazing band that is in the middle of making a CD, he has never taken advantage of me, and as far as I know he doesn’t do drugs.”
My aunt shook her head, “I don’t care; I don’t want you staying with him. And I have been raising you since you were a little girl, I practically am your mother.”
“You can’t stop me!”
Ryan intervened, he never liked it when people would fight around him, “Stop worrying mom, she will be fine.”
“Ryan is right; she is old enough to know good from bad she has always been smart she wouldn’t get mixed in the wrong crowd. I’m sure Frank is a nice man.”
I smiled, “He really is.”
“Well I don’t like him.”
“I love him,” I said loudly.
Ryan looked startled, “Last time I saw you a month ago you didn’t even have a boyfriend! How can you fall in love that fast?”
My uncle looked at Ryan, “How did you see her a month ago?”
All color drained from Ryan’s face. He couldn’t say he came to a strip club otherwise we would both be in trouble.
“He came in to my restaurant and I served his table,” I said thinking of a quick cover up.
“Oh right.”
“Well we have to go sweetie, be careful, call us when you get out of the hospital and we will come pick you up to stay with us,” My aunt said kissing my forehead.
“Bye babe I’ll see you soon!” My uncle leaned over to kiss my cheek and he whispered in my ear, “You can stay with Frank if that makes you happy. I love you.”
My brother squeezed my hand and said goodbye and they walked out the door.
Frank walked in just as they were leaving and my aunt looked him up and down, “I still don’t see what she sees in him.”

(written 12/10/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 16

Frank looked at me with confused eyes.
“No you aren’t you are a beautiful, smart woman.”
He began running his fingers through my damp hair.
I pushed his tattooed hand away, “No Frank. I have a problem. I have had it for a few months.”
Frank grabbed a hold of the bed railing as if he was getting dizzy from the news about my drug abuse, “It can’t be true-“
“It is. I’ve been doing it for months. Nobody really knows. I even did it at your house once.”
Frank sat down in the visitor’s chair and put his head in his hands.
“Frank, please don’t think bad about me. I am still the same person-“
Frank stood up, “How am I supposed to know who you really are? You have been lying to me since the start!”
“No I haven’t! I just didn’t tell you about-“
“Save it Mel.” Frank opened the door, “You need help. I am going to get you some help. But don’t expect things to be the way they used to. I am over you and your drama.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving me in the empty, cold hospital room where the only thing I could listen to was the sound of the heart monitor.
The steady beats slowly brought me into a deep sleep.


Frank burst open the garage door and quickly pulled the guitar strap over his head and began violently playing the guitar, fast and loud.
Gerard put aside Mikey’s base that he was playing with and walked over to Frank who knocked over a lamp that shattered into tiny pieces all over the floor.
Frank stopped playing and unstrapped his guitar and he threw it onto the couch. Luckily no damage was done to his guitar.
“What’s wrong?” Gerard asked grabbing a broom and dust bin to clean up the mess.
Frank sat down and frustrated tears slowly streamed out of his eyes.
Gerard dropped the broom quickly and ran over to Frank, “What happened?” Gerard had only ever seen Frank cry two other times and it was always for a good reason.
“I thought I was falling in love. But I guess I was wrong. I was completely wrong.”
“What do you mean? Did she dump you?”
Frank shook his head and got off the couch and started pacing.
“Well then what is wrong?” Gerard was confused beyond words. And he was a little drunk and on some medication which was also impairing his already confused thoughts.
“She is a heroine addict!” Frank yelled.
“Whoa. Really? I would have never guessed-“
“I know. Me either. Trust me if I knew I would have never-“
“Made love to her?”
“No Gerard. And you know we haven’t done that.”
“Oh right.” The thought of that made him giggle, “I forgot.”
Frank sat back down, growing tired of pacing “You know I can’t deal with another druggy girlfriend. I tried to deal with it before but I just can’t handle the constant fear of whether or not she will wake up in the morning.”
Gerard patted Frank on the back, “I commend you for that Frank. But she never wanted your help. Did you ask Melinda if she wanted help?”
Frank nodded with his head in his hands, “She does.”
“Well then you see- she wants help! She can get over this. But she needs someone like you to be there for her. I don’t think rehab will be an easy thing to do on your own.”
“You’re right. Thanks Gerard.”
“No problem.” Gerard stood up and looked around the room.
“What are you looking for?” Frank asked noticing Gerard’s wandering eyes.
Gerard scratched his head with his long black hair, “My beer. Have you seen it?”
Frank shook his head and began pulling out his ringing cell phone, “No, do you need me to send you to rehab too?”
Gerard laughed, “No, I don’t have any problems like that, and I never will.”
Frank began walking outside to take the call, “Right.” He said with a smile and left Gerard in the garage looking for his beer.
Frank flipped open the cell phone and didn’t recognize the number, “Hello?”
“Is this Frank Iero?” An official sounding voice rang through the phone speakers.
“Yes.” Frank’s stomach dropped. He could tell something was wrong.
“Hi I am from the hospital your girlfriend is staying at. We need you to come down here as soon as possible.”
“Is something wrong?” Frank said frantically.
“Just get here quickly sir.” And then they hung up.
Frank ran back inside, “Gerard I have to go that was the hospital. Something is wrong with Mel. What if she is dying-“
Gerard stopped looking for his beer and grabbed Frank by the shoulders, “Don’t even think that way Frank. She will be fine. Now get your ass to the hospital.”
Frank nodded his head and ran out the garage door. He jumped into the passenger seat and shoved in the key and drove as fast as he could.
If something was to happen to her before he got there he would not be able to live with himself.
Frank wondered why anyone would ever want to get wrapped up in heroine. He understood pot because it was less serious but heroine is one of the most dangerous drugs. And why would anyone like his precious Melinda do that to themselves?
Why waste your life on something like that?
All Frank knew was that he is going to find the bastard that sold her the drugs and kick his ass.
Frank made it to the hospital within minutes, luckily no cops had stopped him for speeding.
He parked the car and ran into the hospital past the lobby where attendants shouted after him but he just ignored them. He ran down the hallway and burst into Melinda’s room.
What he saw made him sick. The room began to spin and he lost his balance. A nurse quickly picked him up and sat him in the chair.
“Try not to worry.” She said handing him a glass of water.
Frank nodded his head and wiped away the tears from his eyes that were blurring his vision.
Frank watched the doctor take the two paddles and he rubbed them together, “Clear.” He said and he pressed them against Melinda’s chest and her body jumped off the bed. Her eyes were still closed.
“Come on Melinda I know you can get through this.” The doctor said loudly.
“Clear.” He said again pumping the electricity into her body.
“Damn it!” The doctor yelled again, “Clear!”
The tears began to flow harder from Frank’s eyes because that is when the heart beat on the monitor changed completely.

(written 11/26/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 15

Frank,”Mel nothing you can say to me will change what happened earlier. We should just accept the fact that things between us aren’t going to work out.”

There was no reply.

“Mel?” Frank buzzed her in and after waiting a few minutes without her coming up to his apartment worried him. Frank looked out the window and saw that her car was still there.

He grabbed a cigarette and walked downstairs to go smoke. What he saw caused the cigarette to fall out of his mouth onto the floor. He cussed out loud and began examining the broken girl before him. He ran inside and immediately called 991 for help.
He sat there looking at her torn wrist. Her tattered, misshapen torso and her twisted blouse that was ripped and dirty.
He brushed back her long black hair and with the wash cloth he brought from inside he cleaned up her dirty, sand covered face to reveal the beautiful girl he has grown to love.
The ambulance came within five minutes. Startled by the commotion Frank’s neighbors came down the stairs and stood by watching intently.
An ambulance worker quickly told him  and his neighbors to move out of the way. Frank backed up and sat on the bottom stair in disbelief.
He watched with fear and worry as they put Melinda on the stretcher and wheeled her away. He run up the stairs, grabbed his car keys and followed the ambulance to the hospital where Melinda will stay for a very long time.


I slowly opened my heavy eye lids. I could barely feel anything. My eyes strained to focus on the white walls of the bright room. I was startled by the IV next to me that was connected to my stomach. I began to panic. Why was I here? What’s going on?
Then I looked outside the glass paneled wall to see Frank listening to the doctor explain something to him.
He glanced into my room and with a smile he quickly ran in.
“How are you feeling?” He asked worried and relieved.
I tried to sit up but I was too weak, “I’m fine but why am I here?”
Frank pushed back the hair that had fallen into my eyes, “You were raped.”
Suddenly thoughts of that terrible event filled my head and I was overcome with anguish.
Frank hugged me but while doing so he accidentally snagged the IV line.
“Ouch!” I yelled out and Frank quickly jumped off the bed startled at my yelp.
“Ugh. Why is this in my stomach anyway? Shouldn’t it be in my arm or something?”
All the color from Frank’s faced drained.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think its a good time to talk about this. But what we should talk about is what happened to you. You broke a few ribs, your leg is fractured, your wrist has twenty stitches, your eyes are black and yet-” He stopped with a smile and he took my hand, “you still look beautiful.”
I smiled, “Frank, I am so happy you are here with me.”
“I am too. I am so sorry, I was being an ass. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I shook my head, “I want to have sex with you Frank, just not now. I’m sorry I just want to wait until I fall completely in love with you. You know that.”
“I know, I understand, now. I was just being a stupid prick.”
“No you weren’t, you were being a guy,” I smiled weakly, “Thank you for getting me to the hospital. If it wasn’t for you I could be laying in a ditch being fed upon by birds.”
Frank kissed my forehead, “Please don’t give me that visual. I don’t want anything to happen to you. And besides, you did most of the work by dragging yourself to my house. How did you manage to do that?”
I sighed, I was growing tired by the minute, “When I want to do something I will do it.”
The door burst open wide and in walked the doctor and a nurse. The nurse began checking all the machines and the doctor closed the door behind him. He had a kind face and thinning light blonde hair.
“Good to see you are alert. How are you feeling my dear?”
“A little weak,” I said with a yawn, my IV chord snagged again, “Ouch!”
The doctor had a pad of paper out and a pen, “What’s wrong? Do you need more pain killers?”
“No,” I said examining the IV the best I could, “Why is this in my stomach? I could have sworn they are usually put in the arm.”
The doctor sat down on his stool, “Frank can I ask you to leave the room please?”
Frank looked surprised.
“Whatever you say to me you can say in front of Frank,” I said defensively.
Frank stood up, “No it is okay; I have to go to the bathroom anyway.”
Frank left and closed the door behind him.
The doctor moved closer to me, “We couldn’t put the IV in your arms because it seems that when we tried both arms the veins collapsed.”
My eyes grew wide with fear and my hands started to shake nervously, “Why?”
The doctor made a heavy sigh, “Well I don’t want to accuse you of anything but it appears that there have been traces of heroine in your blood system. The drug alone is bad enough to kill you, but when you shoot it into your arm it makes the veins in that area very sensitive and they can collapse. They will heal and repair but I have to ask you, do you do this drug?”
I have never really been open about my drug abuse to anyone and telling a complete stranger wasn’t going to make it easier.
I took in a deep breath, “Yes.”
The doctor nodded and began to write on the pad of paper, “How long?”
“A few months now.”
Tears began streaming down my face, I hate that I have a problem, I hate admitting it even more.
“How often do you shoot it into your arm?”
I wiped away the fallen tears, “Around 3 to 6 times a week.”
“Wow, okay Melinda, I need to check you into rehab. You can recover from your wounds there as well. I can send some people from the hospital there to take care of you.”
“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was frustrated, I hated the people who got me started on this terrible path, I hated the doctor for pointing out my flaws, I hated everyone I knew at the strip club, but most of all I hated myself.
The nurse was startled by my outburst and she dropped the tray of food she had left to get me.
She immediately went to the floor and started cleaning while the doctor tried to calm me down.
“You can’t make me go there!”
He went to stroke the hair out of my face, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Melinda I am only trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your help. You can’t send me there. I will fix the problem myself. If you send me there then everyone will find out about my problem. I can’t have anyone knowing about it. And if I am there for a few months then everyone is going to know. And I can’t tell Frank, I just can’t.” I began becoming hysterical and I couldn’t stop the flow of tears.
Frank knocked on the door and the nurse opened the door. He walked in and sat down in a chair.
He saw my tears and my red face, “What’s wrong?”
I tried my best to stifle my tears, “Nothing, don’t worry.”
The doctor put away the paper and pen, “You’ve been through a lot these past few hours. I will let you rest and think about the offer.”
He walked out; the nurse followed closing the door behind her.
“What offer?” Frank asked; he seemed really confused, “What did he want to talk to you about that I had to leave?”
I grabbed his hand, “Frank I am so sorry.” The tears began to well up in my eyes, “I never told you because I thought you wouldn’t like me. I wanted to tell you but I just couldn’t. I have a problem. A big problem.”
He sat on the edge of my bed and looked into my eyes, “What is it? Do you have enemies? Is that why you were raped?”
I shook my head, “It is the reason why the veins collapsed.”
“Did the guy who raped you shoot you up with a drug and now the doctor thinks you will be addicted? I know that if he put heroine in you that you can become immediately addicted.”
I shook my head no.
“Well then, what is it?”
“I’m junkie.”

(written 11/13/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 14

I spent a wonderful week with Frank. I loved sleeping in his arms and I was so glad that he is willing to wait for me to be ready. I just love having him hold me even though we aren’t having sex.
I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, slipped on some flip flops and walked out into Frank’s living room where he was sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Wow you look gorgeous,” He said grabbing the remote and turning the television off.
I blushed, “No I don’t,” I said shaking my wet hair out of the towel that was holding it up, “I just got out of the shower, I have no make-up on.”
Frank motioned for me to come over to him, “I know; that is why you look so gorgeous. I love when you look like this.”
I walked over toward him and he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into his lap. He began kissing my neck and I couldn’t help but giggle; I am very ticklish. He stopped kissing my neck and moved over to my mouth which he smashed with his forceful; hungry kiss. His kiss became urgent and his hands quickly moved toward my butt and he grabbed it tight pulling me on top of him as he began to lie down on the couch.
He then ran one hand through my wet hair, while he tried to remove my towel with his other.
I grabbed his hand and refastened my towel, “Frank, stop.”
I said firmly getting up from the couch.
Frank looked confused, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that you don’t listen to me. I told you I wasn’t ready and yet you want to take advantage of me like that.”
He shook his head and stood up from the couch, “I’m not taking advantage of you; I thought you liked that, I guess I was wrong.”
He tried to give me a hug but I pushed him away, “I do Frank but I am not ready to have sex with you and you either have to accept that or I can’t be with you.”
He looked upset and he sat back on the couch and turned the television back on with the volume on high, “I accept that you are a prude.”
I rolled my eyes, “Stop being an ass, you know for a fact that the reason I don’t want to have sex with you isn’t because I’m a prude; I just want things to be perfect. But I guess you’ll never understand because you are an insensitive asshole!” I said screaming at him and I walked into his room and slammed the door.
Frank got up from the couch and banged on the door, “I wouldn’t be so insensitive if you would just fuck me. I could find another girl in a second do you know that? You are so lucky that I am still here waiting for you to finally open your legs-”
I opened the door, “I hate you! I have no idea why we are still together! You’re nothing but- but- WHITE TRASH!” I said slamming the door back in his face.
Frank continued yelling back, “Is that all you could think of? White Trash? That’s funny for you to talk; you’re nothing but a cheap hooker!”
I gave a loud scream as I finished changing in his room. I burst through the door and grabbed my purse on the table and pushed past Frank.
“I’m leaving and I’m not coming back!” I said walking out the front door; Frank followed.
“Good I don’t want you to come back!” He yelled down the hall then slammed his front door shut.
I stood in the hall angrily waiting for the elevator to come. I wiped away the tears that were streaming down my face. He isn’t worth my time. If he can’t understand that I want to wait then he isn’t right for me.
The elevator doors opened and revealed Gerard.
“Hey!” He said happily, and then he noticed my solemn expression and tears, “What’s wrong?” He said wrapping me in a hug.
“Frank and I just broke up,” I said trying to stifle back tears. There was no way I wanted Gerard to know that I was upset. I knew he would tell Frank. “I’m so sorry. What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I have to go to work soon anyway,” I said walking into the elevator, “I’ll see you around.”
“Okay,” Gerard said a little confused, “Bye.”
The elevator doors closed and I was finally alone to wallow in self pity. I burst into tears as a million thoughts raced through my head.
How did that fight happen? It was so fast. One second I was in his arms and the next second I was slamming a door in his face.
We have had fights before; but never like this. Was it actually over?
Or will I call him tomorrow and both of us will act like it never happened?
I hope so.
I got to my car and started to drive over to work. But I made a quick pit stop to Mike’s alley so I could pick up some drugs before I spent a night having meaningless sex for money.


Howard pulled me off the pole and escorted me behind the curtains.
“I have a costumer for you. And I think you might like this one, he is your age.”
“Wonderful, meaningless sex is always better when they are my age,” I said sarcastically.
“Stop your sass; and get in there. He is waiting in room two. He says he likes to be beaten and he likes pain. So take a whip with you and some handcuffs. Here is some ice too.”
He shoved the bucket of ice into my hand, “What is this for?” I asked hoping it was for alcohol that I could get drunk on.
“I feel dirty explaining it to you,” Howard said quietly.
I rolled my eyes, “You own a gentleman’s club. You are dirty. And if you don’t explain it to me I won’t know what to do with it.”
“Well if you really want to tease him and hurt him; which I’m sure is what he wants, you take an ice cube and rub it on his-you-know-what and then you lick it up. The heat from your breathe and the coldness of the ice really stings.”
“Ew,” I said disgusted, “How do you know these things?”
“I read it somewhere. Now go in there and get laid,” He said slapping my ass.
I walked into the room and saw that the bed was empty.
“Hello?” I said looking around the room “Is anyone here?”
I heard the bathroom door close and I quickly turned around, “Hey there beautiful. I’m excited to finally have sex with you.”
My stomach dropped and the room began to spin. I sat down on the bed to steady myself.
“How could you do this to me?”
“Easy. I’ve wanted a piece of you ever since I walked into the club. You are hot; I’d do anything to get in you.”
“Matt, you are Frank’s friend; you wouldn’t do this to him would you.”
Matt walked closer to me and roughly unsnapped my bra and pushed me onto the bed.
“Well here is the deal; I don’t really like him, so I guess its no big deal that I get to fuck you before he does.”
“Matt, please don’t do this,” I said trying to get out from under him but he quickly pulled off my underwear.
“Just shut up and do me.”


It was probably the worst night at work in my life. I still can’t believe Matt would have the nerve to show up at the club. I decided to take a drive near Frank’s apartment so I could take a walk in the park across from his house because I needed to shake off what happened. This has been a terrible day and I just needed fresh air.
It was eerily dark outside. It was past midnight but the moon was barely visible.
I walked in the park and I found a nice grassy area and I laid there looking up at the stars. I closed my eyes and took and deep breathe breathing in the cold night air.
When I opened my eyes ten minutes later, I wish I never had.
Standing over me was a man; probably in his thirties. He had short blond hair and he was decent looking.
I looked at him with a confused look, “Can I help you?”
“Actually you can,” The man picked me up by the neck and carried me behind a tree. I clutched onto his hands trying to pry them off of my neck. “I-can’t-breathe-” I managed to stammer out.
He flipped a knife out of his pocket, “If you are quite this will go a lot faster.”
My eyes grew wide with fear as he covered my mouth with his hand. I shook my head no as tears rolled down my cheeks.
He held the knife to my throat as he quickly thrust into me. I couldn’t stop crying as he continued to move in and out painfully. I could feel his knife scratching against my neck. It was all over within five minutes but it felt like hours. He zipped up his pants and picked me up by the neck again and threw me against the slide. His grip tightening around my neck, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.
“If you tell anyone about this I will find you and screw you until you die; even when you die I will keep your body for my own pleasure, do you understand?”
I shook my head up and down as my continuous tears streamed down my face. He took his knife and quickly pressed it against my wrist and slit it open. He then squeezed it causing the blood to flow quicker. He then punched me in the face knocking me to the floor where he proceeded to kick me in the ribs until I heard a  crack.
I cried out in pain and after a few more kicks to my legs, he ran away.
I laid crumpled on the floor, like a throw away piece of trash.
I needed help, and I needed it fast. I mustered up whatever strength I could find and began to drag myself across the grass. Frank’s apartment was only a few feet away.
I cried in pain as I dragged my broken body onto the rocky sidewalk; using only my good arm. I winced and gritted my teeth in pain as I made it to Frank’s apartment. I can’t get into the building without having someone buzz me in.  I slowly began dragging my self up the entrance stairs; thank goodness there were only six.
It took me  5 minutes to get up the stairs and I weakly pulled myself up to press the button for Frank’s apartment.
I buzzed and no one answered. I buzzed again and heard Frank’s voice, “Mel I see your car, I know it is you. I don’t want talk.”
“Help,” I gasped weakly, “Frank, help me-”
Before I could hear his reaction, I blacked out.

(written 10/16/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 13

“Go Frank! Punch him in the face!” Ray said cheering Frank on while Gerard and Mikey tired to pull them apart.
“You guys need to stop this fighting,” Gerard said managing to get them to calm down, “For the good of the band put your differences aside.”
“We can’t play with him for much longer,” Ray complained and Frank shook his head in agreement and walked over to me slinging his arm around my shoulders and kissing me on the cheek.
“I’m out of here,” Matt said storming out of the room.
“Good, you won’t be missed,” I said as he brushed past me.
“So babe how was your doctor’s appointment?” Frank asked; leading me over to sit on the small couch.
“Eventful,” I said taking a seat, “Jessica is HIV positive.”
They all looked at me with shocked faces and Ray gave a small gasp.
“How is she handling it?” Mikey asked with genuine concern.
“Not well, she is hysterical. They sent her to this clinic to make sure she doesn’t do anything drastic like suicide.”
Frank shook his head, “That’s a shame; she wanted to do so much with her life.”
“I know. Even though I hate her; no one deserves that. I just wish there was something I could do for her.”
“I have an idea,” Frank said and we left to go visit Jessica.


We walked into a stark white room with one window slightly ajar with pale yellow curtains. A television was propped at the top right corner of the room and Jessica was in a hospital gown, strapped to a bed.
We asked why she was being restrained and the doctors told us that she tried to jump from the window and slice herself with a butter knife they let her use for lunch.
“Hey Jess,” I said sitting on the edge of her bed and I brushed aside her fallen bangs, “We wanted to come and visit you.”
“Stop it,” Jessica said in a snarl, “I don’t need your pity. You weren’t nice to me before; don’t be nice to me now just because I am diseased and useless.”
“You aren’t useless,” Frank said looking down at the forsaken girl, “You can still do all the things you want to do. Don’t let this stop you from doing everything you have dreamed about.”
“This isn’t just a minor set back. I have HIV which can lead to AIDS. I don’t think you people understand the gravity of the situation.”
“We understand Jess; it’s just that you can’t let this hinder your life.”
“Well excuse me for being upset about it. I can’t have a few days to grieve?”
I shook my head, “This is more than grieving. You are strapped to a bed Jessica.”
She burst into tears, finally coming to the realization of her situation.
“Jessica we have to go but first I wanted to give you something,” I picked up the box and put it on the bed, “I know you can’t open it because of the restraints but I would like you to open it when I leave. I will tell someone on the staff to unbuckle your arms when I leave.”
Jessica nodded her head; she couldn’t speak through the tears.
Frank and I got up and made our way to the door. We walked down the wide hallway into the big waiting room. I found an attendant and asked if Jessica’s restraints could be taken off for a few minutes and she kindly agreed.



Melinda and her gorgeous boyfriend have just visited me; and left this box on my bed. Of all the people to visit me; the girl I was a bitch to the entire time I knew her. None of my other friends were here. Maybe I misjudged Mel completely.
The nurse walked in and began unbuckling the restraints. She told me I could continue not being restrained if I behaved myself. I told her I would because my new friends had just given me some good advice.
I will not let this put a damper on my life.
The nurse left; leaving me alone with my present from a former enemy.
Was this going to just be a joke present?
A picture of her and her boyfriend kissing; after all she knows I am crazy about him.
Maybe the box will just be empty.
I guess there was only one way to find out.
I opened the box and pushed aside the tissue paper.
What I saw made me burst into tears. No one had ever done anything this special for me.
I took the red shoes out of the box and put them on my feet.
“I finally have the shoes,” I said out loud to myself as I got up to walk around my room.
I can’t believe that she has given me the real signature red shoes. I wonder if Howard knows? I seriously doubt it. He is going to freak out when he finds out she has given them to someone who has no use for them.
I sat back down on the bed; that thought has made me dizzy. I no longer have a use for them. I have no job. That job was my life. I have no life.
I continued thinking bad thoughts but I had to stop myself. I can’t fall into another downward spiral. I have to get through this; I will get through this.
I looked down on my feet again and thought of Melinda; she is my guardian angel; she has inadvertently saved my life.


Frank and I began driving over to Panda Express because we both wanted orange chicken.
“I hope Howard doesn’t get mad at you for giving her your shoes,” Frank said turning into the parking lot.
“I don’t care if he does. That was the one thing she has always wanted and I wanted to give it to her.”
I looked into the window before we walked in to get food, “Hey Frank I think my lips will be fine by tomorrow. You know what that means don’t you?”
“That we finally get to have sex?” Frank said with a big smile.
“No, it means that we can start kissing more!”
“Oh…” Frank gave a small fake laugh, as if he was joking about the sex, “Duh. Now let’s just go get food.”
We walked in and got in line. Picked up our food on the trays and sat in a booth.
“Frank?”
He looked up from his food and answered me with a mouth full of chomien, “What?”
“Are you mad that we haven’t had sex?” I said quietly, twiddling with my chop sticks.
He swallowed his food with one big gulp, “Kinda, but I guess it doesn’t matter,” He went to take another bite but I grabbed his hand.
“Babe, I want you to understand why I don’t want to have sex with you yet, I just want-”
He cut me off, “I don’t understand. You sleep with everyone else. I guess I will just need to show up at your work and pay you. Maybe then I can get some action from my girlfriend.”
“Frank, that’s not fair!” I said shocked that he would even say something like that to me, “I just want to wait to have sex with you because I want to wait for us to be in love. Then it will be my first time with a person I actually care about. The time I lost my virginity was at work. Sex means nothing to me with everyone; I want it to mean something when I have it with you. If you can’t understand that then I don’t think we can be together.”
“I guess I can wait,” Frank said breaking open his fortune cookie, “Thanks for explaining your reasons, I thought you just didn’t like me enough.”
“I like you so much that I want to wait and I hope you feel the same way,” I said breaking open my fortune cookie as well.
“Fame and fortune will soon be on its way,” Frank read aloud, “Yeah right, I wish!” He said throwing the small piece of paper aside, “What does yours say?”
“Your love and friendship means a lot to those around you.”
“It’s true, your love means a lot to me,” He said leaning across the table and kissed me softly, “I would wait for you forever.”

(written 10/2/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 12

Sitting on a cold doctor’s table covered with paper has never been an enjoyable experience. Having Howard and the other girls outside waiting, makes it even worse. I watched as the needle went into my arm and the blood filled the syringe. I cringed at the site of the blood and the doctor put the syringe down and walked out of the room to have the blood tested along with the urine sample.
I sat in there for what seemed like forever when the doctor came back in with a look of concern.
“Melinda last time I saw you, you confided in me that you had been experimenting with drugs.” He shook his head in disappointment, “But these results show that you have been abusing drugs. How often do you do heroine?”
Why must people dwell on my problems, it’s my concern, not their’s.
“Like 3 or 4 times a week, depends on how much money I make.”
He put his hand on my shoulder, “You are on a path to destruction, Melinda you need to get your life back on track.”
“I know but it’s really hard when I have all these things holding me back.”
“Don’t say that, you know damn well you can change. You first need to find a suitable job, and check into rehab.”
I pushed his hand off my shoulder and jumped off the doctor’s table, “You have no right to tell me my life is screwed up. I don’t have a problem so I don’t need rehab. My job makes me more money than most can even imagine without a college degree. I bet you are going to tell every girl that comes in here that they should quit. Well guess what? None of them will, they actually enjoy it. You are just a doctor; you don’t have the right to say how I should and should not live my life.”
I walked out slamming the door behind me and Howard looked up from his magazine with a curious look wondering why I have become so aggravated.
Jessica rolled her eyes, “Stop being so dramatic.” And she walked into his office.
I sat in one of the chairs waiting for Jessica to come out. She was the last girl left and Howard made us wait for everyone to finish. I guess getting free doctor’s check ups is a perk to the job, but it still sucks. What seemed like hours later Jessica burst out of the doctor’s office in tears with a paper in hand.
She collapsed to the floor in a heap and started pulling at her hair hysterically screaming, “Noooo!!”
We all ran to her side and I dropped down to my knees to examine the slip of paper. My eyes grew wide with terror as I showed the paper to Howard who looked as if he were about to faint. Everyone seemed to know that Jessica is now HIV positive.
We picked her up off the floor while she was still screaming hysterically, “How can this happen to me?! Why God; why?”
Her sobs filled the vast halls of the hospital as we dragged her to Howard’s car. We decided it wouldn’t be smart if we let her drive.
I helped put her seat-belt on and closed the passenger door.
Howard was trying to remain calm but I knew inside that he was scared out of his mind, he never had a girl have HIV before, “What if she has infected someone?”
That thought never crossed my mind, “Well…you have every costumer’s phone number right?” He nodded his head while biting his nails, “Then call them and say that one of the girls had a bad illness and that they need to get checked out. Don’t tell them it was HIV and send them to this same doctor. Tell the doctor to check for HIV but not tell the men, unless they do have it. Tell the men that it will all be paid for and make their appointments.”
Howard looked up from biting the skin around his nail nervously, “That just might work, thanks Melinda. Can you come into work tonight?”
I shook my head no and pointed to my lips.
“Oh right I forgot. Then I will see you in 3 days right?”
“Two and a half,” I said with a smile, “You can count on me.”
It felt nice to be needed.
“Thanks.”
He got into the car where Jessica was now slamming her head against the dashboard and he drove away.
The other girls crowded around me.
Nicole squealed and flipped her blond hair, “Oh my god can you believe that just happened?”
Joy rolled her eyes, “She was a loser anyway. Hey, do you think I will be promoted to her spot?”
I pried myself out of the center of the coagulating girls, “I can’t believe you guys. I hate her too but nobody deserves that!”
They looked shocked that I was actually standing up for Jessica, actually, I was a little surprised myself. They all followed me as I walked to the car.
“Melinda don’t be mad at us. We’re sorry, we know its not funny.”
“There you go again Nicole, always speaking for the group. Don’t any of you low life bitches have anything to say for yourself? Don’t you all have minds? Why don’t you fucking use them?!”
I slammed my car door leaving the girls standing in shock. I hated them. I needed to go somewhere I felt comfortable, I needed to be with someone I actually cared about. I need Frank.


“That sounds terrible!” Ray said loudly to himself while he fumbled up one of their songs.
“It’s okay Ray, that’s what practices are for,” Mikey said trying to comfort this frustrated friend.
“I know, but its pissing me off that I can’t play well today.”
Gerard finished tapping up his microphone, “Yeah Ray, just chill, you are one of the best guitarists I know.”
Matt looked up from his drum set, “In all honesty Ray, you are playing really shitty today.”
Ray turned and threw his guitar pic at Matt and he rolled his eyes, “Oooo really powerful Ray, did you learn to do that all by yourself?”
Frank got fed up and put down his guitar, “Shut up asshole. Ray is a better musician then you will ever be.”
“Oh really tough guy?” Matt said standing up, “Do you want to fight?”
Gerard ran over in between the feuding band mates and separated them with the help of Mikey.
“You guys stop it!” Gerard yelled but his focus was mainly on Matt, “You need to stop fighting with everyone or we will find a new drummer.”
“The CD has one more song left Gerard, you and I both know you don’t have the balls to drop me from the band today.”
“You know what Matt? You are right, I don’t have the balls to kick you out today, because unfortunately, we need you. But I swear to god that you are on thin ice and we will kick you out.”
There was a knock on the door and Ray answered it to find Melinda looking upset, yet absolutely stunning.
“Oh Frank,” Matt said in a sissy voice as if making fun of him, “Your hooker is here to see you!”
“That’s it!” Frank yelled, punching Matt to the floor causing him to black out.

(written 9/5/06)

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Love In A Lap Dance- Part 11

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. But I was delighted to see that Frank was in my kitchen cooking. Yesterday was hard for me, and it was comforting to know that Frank was there. Normally boyfriends don’t do this until months after you have been dating, some wouldn’t even do it then; so I’ve heard…I guess I wouldn’t really know since this is my first boyfriend.
“Good morning sleepy head, I made you the tea you like,” Frank said handing me the hot mug.
The hot liquid was warm on my throat and helped soothe the pain in my head.
I kissed him, “Thanks so much for staying with me, you really don’t have to do all of this.”
“I know,” Frank said standing back up to go back into the kitchen where his food was waiting for him, “But I want to.”
I watched him walk back into the kitchen wearing nothing but skull boxers and a slightly stained, white tank with small cigarette holes in it.
I rested my head against my pillows and looked out the window, the weather outside was muggy, what else is new.
I placed the mug onto the side table next to my bed and made my way for the window. I stepped outside onto the fire escape. I was overcome with the feeling of needing my drugs. I know that’s the reason for my current headache, throbbing in my head.
I went back inside and went to the small box where I kept my needle, belt, spoon, lighter and heroine.
I looked out into my living room/kitchen and saw Frank sitting on my couch with a sandwich and chips while watching TV.
“Hey babe, I’m going to take a shower,” He gave a nod signaling that he had heard me and I grabbed the small box and locked myself in the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, the steaming water fogging up the mirrors.
I sat on the counter and tied the belt tightly around my upper arm right above my elbow. I tapped on my arm to help quicken the loss of circulation. I loaded up the syringe and shot the heroine into my arm.
My head swung back in response to the pure drug circulating through my blood system. I untied the belt and shoved everything back into the box and placed it under the sink.
I began turning the handle to exit the bathroom when I realized I had told Frank that I was taking a shower to cover up the fact that I was taking drugs.
So I stepped into the hot shower.
The hot water soothed the aches in my muscles and tension in my neck. I was careful not to let the water hit my stitched up lips. Luckily Frank gave me a straw for my tea this morning.
Just as I was putting the conditioner into my hair I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” I called out with my eyes closed to avoid soap getting into them causing a burning sensation that I liked to avoid at all times.
I heard Frank’s voice call out, the voice that sent chills through my body, “Do you want anything to eat when you get out of the shower?”
Yeah, you. I thought to myself, and I couldn’t help but be amused by thoughts, “Uh no thanks, I’m not really hungry just yet. But when I am do you think we could go out? I’ll pay.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” He said with a small laugh, “I’ll pay.”
I finished washing my hair and used a towel to dry my body and used another one to wrapmy long black hair.
I went out into my room and found some tight fitting straight-legged jeans on the floor. They were so tight it looked as if someone had painted them on. I put on a red tank top, my black studded belt and red Chucks.
I grabbed my red lip stick and I looked into the mirror. I was tempted to use my lipstick but I knew I couldn’t with those awful stitches.
So instead of my usual intense red lips and big charcoal colored eye make-up I just had to do without the lips.
I teased my hair and sprayed it the way I liked it and walked out to see Frank laying on the couch with his black jeans, torn in the knees, and an Iron Maiden shirt.
“Let’s go to the mall,” I said leaning against the door frame.
Frank jumped up from the couch and turned off the television with the remote and kissed me on the cheek.
He grabbed my hand and led me out the door, barely giving me enough time to grab my purse.
“Whoa, slow down, why so fast?” I said as Frank tugged me to the stairs.
“Sorry,” He said with a sheepish smile crossing his face, “I just can’t wait to go to the mall with you, and watch all the people stare at how lucky I am to have you as a girlfriend. And I must say, we make a fucking adorable couple.”
I laughed, and slipped my hand in the back pocket of his jeans, “You are so amazing Frank.”
He slipped his hand into my back pocket, how he managed to do that, I have no clue, “You are pretty amazing yourself Melinda.”


We were walking on the second floor of the mall, the light from outside was flooding through the windowed ceilings, just as we passed Hot Topic a young girl, probably 15, recognized Frank.
“Hey, aren’t you in that one band? I think I’ve seen you guys play before,” She said adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
Frank was a little flustered, I don’t think he is used to getting that sort of attention, “Uh yeah, My Chemical Romance.”
The girl tapped her forehead with her hands as if to say Duh, “Oh yeah! That’s what it’s called, you guys are great! Are you playing anytime soon?”
“Yeah next weekend.”
“Awesome maybe I’ll see you there.”
The girl walked away and Frank and I proceeded to make our way to the food court, “Well that was cool, don’t you think?”
“I guess,” Frank said scratching the back of his neck, “But I’m just not used to it.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder, “Well you better get used to it, I have a feeling you and the guys will get noticed more and more. I mean, after all you are recording your first CD for Eyeball Records. How’s that going by the way?”
“Not so good anymore, I mean I only have to do a few tracks considering I haven’t been in the band very long, but Gerard has something wrong with his tooth so it hurts him to sing. But he is trying his best.”
“Aw poor Gerard, I hope he gets better.”
“Speaking of Gerard,” Frank said pointing over to the Starbucks, “There he is!”
Frank took his hand out of my back pocket and yanked me over to Gerard.
“Gerard I heard about your tooth, I hope you feel better soon.”
Gerard turned and looked at me. He took a double-take when he saw my lips, “Don’t worry about me, but what about you? Your lips are thrashed. How can our lovely Frank kiss your beautiful lips with them all stitched up like that.”
“Who says your lips need to touch when you kiss?” Frank said with a wink to Gerard and they both laughed.
We bought our Chinese food from the wonderful Panda Express and sat with Gerard and Mikey, who was at Hot Dog on a Stick when we arrived getting some French fries.
“Frank we have one more track to lay down and then we are done!” Mickey said taking a sip of his soda.
Gerard nodded in agreement, “Yeah I hammered through some vocals earlier today. The alcohol helped numb it. But the dentist wants to check it out one more time.”
My cell phone started vibrating in my purse and the caller ID indicated that it was Howard.
“Hello?”
“Hey Mel, how are your lips? Are you feeling okay?” He asked with genuine concern.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Are you up for the monthly exam?”
I knew what he was talking about, “Ugh yes, I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay meet at the hospital lobby.”
“Okay,” I said hanging up on him without saying goodbye.
“Who was it?” Frank asked, “Why are you leaving soon?”
“I have to go to the hospital with Howard and the rest of the girls for our monthly AIDS tests and such. If any of us have it and spread it we can get in huge trouble for spreading disease. Howard pays for us to go in every month.”
“Oh alright well then can I call you tonight?” Frank said in a cute voice.
“Of course,” I kissed him, “Maybe you can stay the night again?”
He sat up straight in his chair, “Yeah sure of course!”
“Alright I’ll call you when I get out of work. Wait, I don’t have my car.”
Frank threw me the keys to his car, “Take mine, Gerard can drive me.”
“Thanks,” I kissed him one last time, “I will see you guys some other time. Bye!”


“So how are things going between you two?” Mikey asked before chomping into his food.
“Alright I guess.”
Gerard looked confused, “What do you mean you guess?”
“I like her a lot, but we have only been dating for a few days and we have already gone through a lot together. I just have a feeling that I am going to have a lot to deal with.”
Gerard couldn’t believe what his friend was saying, “Yeah, but don’t you think she is worth it?”
“I’m still not sure. I really wish I didn’t feel as confused as I do.”
“Well, how is the sex?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t had it. We have been dating for only a couple of days. And her lips are all slashed so I’m probably going to have to wait until she heals.”
“That sucks, but I bet it will be worth waiting for.”
“I guess.”

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