In My Desperate Time

I get out of bed, put on a coat and walk out.

Frances is not in the living room. Did he go to the roof?

I walk upstairs and see Frances sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Did he get something on his mind?

"It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping? Now you come up and drink yourself." I walk over and sit opposite him. Then I snatch the wine from his hand and drink it all.

Frances frowns slightly and says, "You shouldn't drink so fast. You'll get drunk."

"Well, I'm not in the mood. Someone promised to take me with him, but he left me outside."

The wound on my hand is aching. And when I think of Frances’ actions, I get angry again.

I know he cares about me and wants me safe, but I'm unhappy about that.

"Silly girl, I'm alright now." Frances smiles and gently strokes my hair.

But I feel that he touches me like a dog.

"You're fine and lucky that it's only a

in a pool

face it if

I won't bring you there." Frances look at me very

you in danger. All you have to do is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just

sweet words

knows how to melt my heart with

that he cares about me, so I can't

and I have a few

from drinking, only two glasses of wine are fine and

have a little

carries me in his

Your arm is injured. Can you stop thinking about

want it

voice rings in my ears, making me feel weak

and let him bring me to

have an amazing

in my arms. Only this makes me feel