I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. "Frank? Fraaaaank baby?" I walked in the kitchen to see tons of beer bottles and my largest wine bottle was empty. Then in the middle of it all sat up next to a cabinet was a very drunk Frank.
I started to clean up. As I finished Frank woke up rubbing his temples. His eyes got big and opened the kitchen window. He flung his head out and puked in the bushes out side the window. "Great I'm gonna have to hose off the house now." I said scoffing.
"I-I'm sorry Gee." Frank said puking again. I walked over and rubbed his back. He stopped puking after an hour and told me about his dream. I now understood why he did it but he's handling his problem wrong. "Oh and the Xanax. I'm taking it to get high." He said fiddling with his jeans.
He confessed to everything. Pot, Xanax, drinking, smoking, crack, and cigars. After Frank told me everything I said "Your gonna stop all this and your gonna stop it with my help." Frank hugged me and I yelped cause he pushed me down in a seat.
"What happened?" He asked. "My ass is sore." I giggled. It took Frank a second to know why it was sore. He laughed and blushed "Oh sorry." He giggled. He got off me and I stood up rubbing my butt. "Damn losing your virginity is as fun as you think." I said attempting to walk normal.
"Ya when your on bottom." Frank laughed out. "I feel like I put a scorpion up my ass." I said noticing the scorpion tattoo Frank had on his neck. He laughed and we sat on the couch. We turned on Edward Scissor Hands. I love Tim Burton.
(Next day)
We had stayed up all night and watched every Tim Burton movie ever made. Frank went to sleep against my chest and was covered in popcorn. He had his shirt off again. I didn't care as long as he was comfortable.
His skin was soft and warm. He glowed beautifully. I just couldn't believe he was mine. He was my angel. My fallen angel. However my angel had a problem and I wanted to help him.
I'll talk to him tomorrow and try to talk some sense into him. Maybe he can over come all this. Maybe he wouldn't hurt himself anymore. Would he even listen to me? Looks like all these questions will be answered tomorrow when I have the guys to help my baby. I looked down and kissed the top of his head and whispered "I love you baby. You'll get better. I promise. Trust me."
