Please Don't Leave Me ( Old Version )

Chapter 11 - Dawosn "I just wish he was here right now,".

"Lately i've been, i've been thinking,
I want you to be happier,
I want you to be happier,
So i'll go, i'll go,i'll go go go".

(I only did this song because i'm really into it ay the moment. It doesnt have anything to do with the Actual book)

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After I had found Frankie and taken her to the police station for questioning I started to become worried about her.

We were driving in the car, about to get to the police station. I looked her way and thought how the hell did I end up knowing someone this beautiful?

I watched the way she fiddles with the hem of her dress out of nervousness, and the way that her breathing begun to sped up to a mile an hour every time she gets flustered.

She seemed so peaceful yet so uncomfortable all at once.

Everytime she was around my nerves or anger or sadness just seemed to fade and all I felt was relief that she was with me.

Right now I was worried about her. I couldn't stop thinking about how she always seemed to get into trouble like this.

And right now I was absolutely clueless.

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We got back to the area of where her house was after about an hour at the police station.

The car trip was awkwardly silent and I couldn't help but wonder how she was doing.

The street lights were making the tan colour of her skin come to light and making all of her flaws disappear, not that she really had any.

We got to her driveway and the gates opened to let us through to her house.

We were driving down the driveway before stopping right in front of the stairs up to her house.

I opened my door and she got out of the car at the exact moment I did.

She was about to walk away before I tried or caught her attention.

"Frankie, wait, " I asked her.

She turned around to me with a scared look on her beautiful face.

"Whats wrong?" she asked nervously.

"Ugh.... Goodnight," I said even though that's wasn't what I wanted to say.

She looked me directly and gave me a sad smile not reaching the corners of her lips like they usually did, "goodnight Dawson,".

She hesitated before disappearing into her house.

I sighed angrily at myself.

Why do I always mess things up like this?

I got into my truck, put the key in ignition, turned the car on and drove out of the Fricks driveway.

As I was driving I remembered that this wasn't the first time that Frankie had nearly been abused, this thought made me angry and as my grip got tighter on the steering wheel my knuckles became white.

I pulled into my driveway and turned of the car. I sat there, in the dark. Pissed off because I couldn't protect Frankie like I should have.