Frankie stared at you in his front door. He took notice of your sad expression as well as the suitcase and backpack. He knew this could happen. He knew your parents would find out and would do something like this. He sighed and just opened his arms to hug you, holding you against his chest.

"Kicked you out?" He asked before he felt your nod against his chest. He rubbed your back and the back of your head. "Come in, it's cold." He said, helping you with your stuff.

When you entered his home, you could tell he had a while with the place. He was a few years older than you. To your parents you were just a kid and he was a man. An old man. Which wasn't too far from the truth. But both of you had grown feelings for each other that you couldn't stop.

Although Frankie wasn't sure he was ready to actually take you in like this. But he wouldn't say anything. Not yet at least. Not when you needed a place for the night. He had you sit on the couch and offered some hot chocolate. Bringing you a mug he sat next to you.

"How did they find out?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.