Tonight, will it ever come?

**Gerard's POV***
"Frankie, Frankie, easy buddy." I said as I watched Lacey sink into herself and slid down the wall with wine in her hand.
Frankie shot a glare at me
"I mean, if we still had some whiskey, I'm sure it will make things a lot easier on you."
"You know what, Gee? You're right." He ducked into his room for a slit second, coming out with a black wig of shoulder length hair. He patted some concealer on his neck tattoos and put on a skin colored long sleeve top, hiding the seams at his wrist with bracelets and a watch. He threw an olive green vest and a pair of torn jeans. "I'll be back in a moment." He said, flashing a smile at Lacey before leaving the apartment.

As soon as the door closed, Lacey began to bawl. 'Ohfuckohfuckohfuck what do I do? oh fuck '
"Hey, champ..." I said, walking to the other side of the counter to sit with her. 'Champ? You should like a fucking father from the 50's, stop that.'
She didn't reply, just kept on crying.
"Come on kid, he's really not that bad, I've known him for years."
Aaaaand that just made her cry harder
"Fuck, Lacey, listen. I don't like it here as much as you do, but I promise everything will be okay."
She continued sobbing so I lifted her chin, "Hey, hey, look at me." She continued to let out ugly sobs but still made eye contact. "I promise I will get you out of her. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but one day I will."
She didn't reply, she just threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I hesitated, but put my arms around her, giving a light squeeze.
I picked her up and took her to my room, laying her down in my bed. "Get some rest, I promise he won't bother you in here. He won't lay a finger on you.
Lacey nodded and laid her head down on the pillow, curling right up under the blankets. I shut the door and tip-toed back to the kitchen, swirling my wine around in the glass.

Notes

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Suggestions for future chapters are welcome! <3