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.

lucky that it's only a

lying in a pool of

to face it if it

at me

to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by my side. That's

sweet words

just knows how to melt my

about

is good tonight. Frances and I have a few drinks on the

rash from drinking, only two glasses of wine are fine and my

to have a little fun at this beautiful

room, Frances carries me in his arms and walks

arm is injured. Can

it all the

beautiful tonight." Frances’ deep voice rings in my ears, making me feel weak

up and let him bring me

an

tightly in my arms. Only this makes