Frankie's Pov: Today, I smoked my first cigarette and now I'm starting to feel a certain way, like I'm high and man does it feel good.

Denise: Frankie, I'm home and I bought you some lunch and picked up your prescription.

Frankie: Okay. * he says trying to sound normal. *

Denise: I'll bring your lunch up and bring your medication to you; you'll have to start it tomorrow.

Frankie: Okay. * he says spraying some colon on to get rid of the cigarette smoke smell on his clothes *

Denise: Here is your lunch and your medication.

Frankie: Thanks, after I eat, I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm tired.

Denise: No problem, sweetie; I hope that you enjoy your nap.

Frankie: Yeah, me too.

Denise: Love You.

Frankie: Love you too mom.

When Denise is about to eat her lunch, her phone rings letting her know that someone was calling her and wanted to talk.

~ Phone Call ~

Denise: Hello.

Hannah: Hi Denise, its Hannah.

Denise: Hannah who?

Hannah: Hannah Lyons, you know Hazel's mom.

Denise: Oh, my goodness, Hannah. It's been a long time.

Hannah: I know, Hazel and I have been trying to get organized still.

Denise: How is Hazel? 

Hannah: She is doing better; she had some type of disease, but the doctors got her on the right treatment for it and she is doing great, and she is being successful as usual.

Denise: I'm so glad, Kevin, I and the boys were praying for her.

Hannah: Thank you, we needed them.

Denise: Frankie isn't sick anymore and went to school but now he is back at home. One of the kids at his high school was bullying him and was randomly kicking him and fractured three of his ribs on his left side and now he has to miss 6 weeks of school because that is how long it takes for ribs to heal.

Hannah: Oh, my goodness.

Denise: The bullying got worst.

Hannah: I'm concerned about him.

Denise: Me too, he always is depressed, and I'm concerned that he might be hiding something.

Hannah: Oh wow.

Denise: As a mom, it really breaks my heart.

Hannah: I get it, I felt the same way when Hazel went through her depression.

While Denise is on the phone with Hannah Frankie, sneaks in the pantry where the alcoholic drinks are and steals a bottle of vodka and a glass. 

Frankie: I hope that my parents don't find out about the vodka. * he says to himself before pouring himself a glass and drinking it *

Denise: Hannah we have to get together for drinks sometime and you know reconnect.

Hannah: That would be nice, and Hazel and Frankie could reconnect as well.

Denise: I agree, I think that it would be nice, for Frankie to see someone who cares about him and makes him feel better; he thinks that nobody cares for him and that he isn't loved.

Hannah: That isn't true.

Denise: That is what I have been trying to tell him.

After Frankie drinks the vodka that was in his cup, he immediately puts the cup down and rushes to the bathroom to throw up.

Frankie: Shit! * he curses before throwing up in the bathroom *

Denise: Hang on Hannah, I think that's Frankie.

Hannah: Okay.

Frankie: I shouldn't have drunk that. * his says to himself aloud *

Denise: Frankie, are you okay?

Frankie: I'm fine mom. * he quickly says before throwing up again *

Denise: Are you sure?

Frankie: Yes. * he lied *

Denise: If you need anything, let me know.

Frankie: Okay, I will.

Hannah: Is Frankie, okay?

Denise: Well, he says that he is okay, but I feel like he was lying. I heard retching and flushing like he threw up.

Hannah: Okay.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet, rinsed his mouth out and got back in bed after hiding the bottle of vodka he stole from the pantry in the kitchen in his closet in a box of cards that he had been collecting. 

Frankie: Hopefully, no one will find it. * he says before grabbing another cigarette, opening his window, pulling the screen out of his window, and lighting up to smoke another cigarette *

Denise: Well, It was nice to hear from you and catch up for a bit, I need to eat my lunch and check on Frankie.

Hannah: Okay, same; we have to plan a date and you know hang out and catch up and you know reconnect. 

Denise: I agree.

Hannah: Enjoy your lunch and I'll talk to you later.

Denise: Okay, thank you. bye.

Hannah: You're welcome, bye.

~ End of phone all ~

Once he finished smoking his second cigarette, he pressed in on the windowsill to put it out and threw it out of his window. He put the screen back in the window as best as he could to where it won't blow off if there was a gust of wind and shut his window and locked it. using a tissue to wipe the ashes from his cigarette up and then spraying his bedroom and getting back in bed, feeling high again and loving it.

Frankie: I am so, High and it feels good. * He says to himself aloud *

~ Phone Rings ~

Frankie: Hello.

Melinda: Hey babe.

Frankie: Hi sexy.

Melinda: Frankie, are you okay?

Frankie: Yeah.

Melinda: Are you sure?

Frankie: Yeah.

Melinda: Frankie.

Frankie: Yes.

Melinda: Tell me the truth.

Frankie: Sure.

Melinda: Are you high again?

Frankie: Me. High. No. No.

Melinda: Frankie! Are you high?

Frankie: No.

Melinda: Frankie!

Frankie: Okay, Okay. Yes, I'm High again.

Melinda: Oh my god. * she says frustrated *

Frankie: What?

Melinda: You promised that you wouldn't get high again.

Frankie: I did, so, what.

Melinda: Remember what happened last time you were high.

Frankie: No.

Melinda: Last time you were high, you almost shot yourself.

Frankie: I didn't feel confident about myself and everything that the people who were bullying me kept buzzing around in my head.

Melinda: I had to fight you to get the gun out of your hands.

Frankie: That hurt.

Melinda: I wasn't going to let my boyfriend shoot himself.

Frankie: But it feels, so, good to be high.

Melinda: That's it, I'm telling your brothers.

Frankie: Like they can do Shit to me. Not.

Melinda: When you are lucid, I'll call you.

Frankie: SEXY, you better not hang up!

Melinda: Well, I am. Bye.

Frankie: MELINDA! MELINDA! DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!

~ End of phone call ~

Frankie: * Throws the glass cup at the inside of the closet and it shatters *

Denise: What was that! * rushes upstairs to Frankie's bedroom *

Frankie: Damn! 

Denise: FRANKIE!

Frankie: What do you want!?!

Denise: What is wrong with you!?!

Frankie: What does it look like!

Denise: Oh my god. Are you high?

Frankie: What's the big idea!

Denise: Oh my god, how long have you been smoking?

Frankie: For only a day.

Denise: Oh my god. What is happening to you?

Frankie: Why do you care?

Denise: Because I'm your mom and I'm concerned about you.

Frankie: Yeah, Whatever.

Denise: That's it, an ice-cold bath is happening and it's happening this instant.

Frankie: Don't touch me.

Denise: Frankie.

Frankie: Get off me.

Denise: I'm calling your brothers.