All You Have To Do Is Ask

"Quit being a whiny bitch!" Frank raged.
"Oh me? Why don't you stop moping around?! Ever since you came back from the Projekt Revolution tour you've done nothing but mope!" Jamia shouted.
"You know what? Fuck you!" Frank screamed as he shrugged on his wolf jacket, crammed his keys into his pockets and left the small New Jersey apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Frank shoved his hands into his pockets, the cool evening winter breeze snapping at every exposed piece of flesh. He kicked angrily at the lumps of snow in his path, muttering profanities to himself. The snow began soaking his material shoes as it melted and the cold penetrated his thin layer of clothing. He really wasn't thinking about appropriate attire when he stormed out, now he regretted it. But he wasn't going back, not yet. Frank needed to clear his head a little. He sighed as he kept a steady walking pace, his head hung and his eyes trained on the floor, walking blindly, but he knew where he wanted to go.
About half a mile away was a small park, Frank reached it in no time. It was nothing big, it contained no playground, just a few trees and a small lake that had an old, rotting wooden bridge over it; that's where he went. He hesitantly leant on the wooden arm of the ancient thing, hoping that it wouldn't break. Once he was sure it would support him, he leant on it with his full weight and let his head fall over the edge. He peered at the water, thinking.

What happened to me? He thought. What happened to the self control I had? Before I could control all my feelings but now that's gone to shit. I shouldn't take it out on Jamia. He sighed. It isn't her fault, she wouldn't understand, she can't understand. I used to be able to evenly balance my feelings, show them when I needed to, hide them when necessary. It's all his fault, he made me feel like this! Frank balled up his fists and gritted his teeth. He raised his head but still glared at the water. He completely fucked with my head. How can he do that? How can he kiss me and tell me he loves me one minute, then the next minute marry some chick he just met behind my back! What a piece of shit! Frank leant off the wooden beam and kicked angrily at the wooden poles holding it up, two of them broke and fell into the murky water below. Frank huffed and lowered himself on to the cold, hard wood of the bridge. He hugged his legs, resting his chin on his knees. Then he just upped and left, moved to L.A, left me here, abandoned me for her. It was meant to be me and him, not him and her. Frank's eyes began to well up. "The thing is," He whispered, looking up at the night sky. "All you have to do is ask... And I'll come running." His voice broke and a single tear ran down the skin of his cold cheek.