I Drew You Once in Art Class

Seventy-Nine

"You can park here. Please."

Frank shut the taxi door and paid with the money he still had from his birthday.

He had told the taxi driver to park a block away from his house, so when he walked in it wouldn't be suspicious. He opened the front door.

"Frank! You scared me! What are you doing here, I thought you were at Gerard's!"

"Yeah, I feel sick. He drove me home."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Go get some sleep."

Frank tried to look as ill as possible as he climbed the stairs before running to the bathroom and wiping off his eyeliner, the tears already beginning to flow.

How could he say that?

Frank just tried not to think about it. It was too much right now.

He walked to his room and got his pajamas on. Millie was curled up on his bed. She sighed in her sleep, her foot twitching. Frank went over to pet her before crawling into bed and curling up.

Millie, sensing that her person was here, walked over and collapsed right next to him, curled up right near his face.

She smelled a little, but that was okay. Frank set a hand on Millie and let his tears drip onto her fur as she sighed against his skin, hushing him to sleep.