Sing Me To Sleep

I finally fell asleep at around 4am. It's like 7 and I can hear bandit yelling and playing with lynz in the living room. Bandit is so fucking loud. I shouldn't complain though, I am sleeping in an actual bed. I don't even remember the last time i slept in a real bed.. It's been a long time.
I couldn't hear Gerard yet so I figured there was no point in leaving the guest room. I rummaged through all my clothes. All if them were dirty and smelled bad. I picked out the ones that smelled the least. I decided i would keep on Gerard's Iron Maiden shirt instead of put on my dirty one. I put on my skinny jeans with gaping holes in the knees and ruffled my hair. I opened up the small pocket of my bag and pulled out my eyeliner. I put on a heavy layer around my eyes and smiled. as I finished getting ready i pulled on a hoodie Gerard gave me, I heard his beautiful voice in the living room. I opened the door and walk out. I totally caught him starring at me. That brought a smile to my face "good morning" i said in a tired voice, three hours of sleep isn't enough.
"Morning Frankie!" Bandit said as she hugged my legs. I ruffled her hair and smiled.
"Good morning" Gerard said, just his voice made me melt. I smiled to myself and grabbed my guitar and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" He asked me.
"oh, just, uh, Main Street."
"Oh, well at least let me drive you. And get you a jacket.. And a new hat." He smiled and kissed lynz and walked out the door with me.
"Gerard you really don't have to.."
"I want to" was all he said before pulling up to some fancy looking clothing store.
"Gerard-" I looked down at my lap "i don't think I can afford anything in there.."
"I know, I'm paying" he smiled and I shook my head.
"no, really you don't have to. I'm fine"
"you are freezing, and you are getting sick. I am buying you a jacket"
i just sighed and nodded. "Fine" a smile spread across his face and he pulled me inside. Everything looked so expensive. I felt horrible letting him but me this stuff. he picked a jacket and told me to take off My hoodie. I immediately got tense, what if he saw my arms? And my cuts.. He would hate me.. "Cmon, try on this jacket" i nodded meekly and pulled it off. I heard him gasp and I looked down at the floor and hugged myself. He hates me.. I know he hates m- "Frankie please stop" was all he said as he hugged me tight. That hug was the best thing I've felt in a long time..

Notes

Okay I know it's super short, but I'm so fucking tired. And I am aware i have horrible writing skills and my grammar and stuff is bad. But i believe that what matters is the content, not the condition in which it is presented..

ARxoxo