Never coming home

All I felt was pain.
i tried getting up, only to fall back down again. I took a look around an tried to determine what happened.
I heard a soft whimper come from a corner and looked over
"frankie!"
I yelped and got up, stumbling over to him.
He looked terrible.
He had bruises along his jaw and cheek, with some blood coming out of his nose and a cut on his forehead.
I held his small, shaking body in my arms and pet his hair softly.
"It's ok frankie. He's gone. He won't hurt you. I'm so so sorry"
i looked down at him and noticed he had past out.
I sighed softly and picked him up, making sure that I was stable enough to carry him before taking him to his room.

i laid him down on his bed and went back to the kitchen.
No wonder frank is so thin. He doesn't have any food in his house!
I shook my head and smiled a little.
I should go get food.
I grabbed my keys and wallet from the floor and headed to the store.

~~~~~~~~~~~time lapse~~~~~~~~~~

when I got back to franks apartment, and managed to get all the groceries in the apartment, frank was still asleep. He was curled up in a small ball with his knees and arms inside his sweater so just his feet were poking out.

I smiled softly. He's so adorable. I sighed quietly and walked back to the kitchen, preparing a salad for frankie when he woke up.

Notes

Hi lovelys!!! Sorry it's been so long. Lots of shit happening and Sherlock messed me up. ANYWAYS here's a chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with this story honestly and I need ideas!!! Help?