I rolled up my sleeve, sitting at my desk. I wrapped the rubber string around my upper arm before I held the lighter underneath the spoon. The door opened and Frank screamed, scaring me so bad I ended up dropping everything.

"No!" He shrieked.

He jumped into my lap, wrapping his arms around me as he sobbed loudly. I frowned in confusion, trying my best to comfort him. He sniffled, picking his head up.

"Daddy, y-you can't do that," he whimpered. "My best friend already died from a heroin overdose, I-I can't lose you too."

I suddenly realized why he was acting this way. He watched his friend die, die from the same substance I was just about to shoot up with. I held him in my arms as he cried quietly, continuously begging me not to do it. He pulled off the rubber band and pulled my sleeve down, giving my hand a soft kiss.

"I love you, Daddy, I don't want anything to happen to you," he said quietly. "I love you so much."

"I know you do, Princess," I said quietly.

I wiped his eyes and smiled at him softly. The door opened and I sighed as Mikey walked in.

"Gerard, Urie hasn't gotten the shipment in yet, the shipment was delayed," Mikey said.

"Delayed for a search?" I asked.

"We don't know yet," Mikey said. "But there's a pretty good chance it was seized and searched."

I nodded my head as he left. If that was true then the police would be coming and we would be arrested. And my poor little princess would be caught in the crossfire.

"Do you wanna go on a little trip, Princess?" I asked.

"A trip?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, a trip," I said. "Do you have a passport?"

"No," Frank said a little nervously.

"That's okay, Tyler knows how to make really good ones," I said. "How would you like to go to the Bahamas?"

Frank gasped and nodded quickly. I took his hand and brought him upstairs, packing a bag for him. Jamia got packed up too and I got him into the car, driving them both to the airport after Tyler made a passport for Frank. I bought two plane tickets and Frank looked at me in confusion.

"Is Jamia not coming with us?" Frank asked.

"I'm not going with you two," I said softly.

Frank looked up at me, his lip quivering.

"No, I-I'm not going without you," he denied.

"Yes you are, I promise you won't be gone long," I said.

Frank shook his head.

"It isn't safe here, Princess," I said.

"Then it's not safe for you here either," he said.

"I'll be fine, princess, you don't need to worry about me," I said. "You just have a fun time down in the Bahamas."

Frank sniffled as he shook his head. "It won't be fun if I'm not with you."

"I promise that you're going to have lots and lots of fun," I said. "And then soon you're going to be in my arms again."

"Do you promise?" He asked.

"Yes, I promise," I lied.

Of course I wanted him in my arms but if they did search the shipment then I'll either be in jail or I'll be dead. But I knew I had to get Frank away or else he would get in trouble too and I couldn't risk him getting arrested because a small little boy like him wouldn't last a day in prison.

"Daddy, can you take me to the potty before we have to go on the plane?" He asked and I nodded.

I held his hand and brought him to the bathroom. Frank smiled and pushed me back into a stall before he dropped down onto his knees.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he unbuckled my belt.

"I promise I'll be a good boy if I get to stay,' he said.

I shook my head, taking a step back while I pulled my pants back up.

"Princess, you can't stay," I stated.

Frankie looked up at me as his lip quivered.

"W-Was I being a bad boy?" he whimpered. "I promise I can be better! I can be a good princess! I won't be a bad boy anymore!"

I shook my head, picking him up off his knees to stand again.

"You weren't being a bad boy, this has nothing to do with you," I said. "I just want you away so that way I know you're safe and okay and having fun."

"But I'm always safe and having fun when I'm with you," he said.

"I know but you can't, Princess, I promise that as soon as it's okay you two will be on the first flight back to New Jersey," I said. "Now you go have fun and take lots of pictures for me in your pretty bathing suit."

Frankie nodded and I took his hand before we went back out to where Jamia was sitting.

"Daddy, I've never been on a plane before, I'm scared," Frank whimpered.

"You'll be fine, you have Cleo and Jamia will be right next to you the whole time," I said.

"We have to get on the plane now," Jamia said.

"Alright, Princess, I won't be able to talk to you while you're gone so I guess this is goodbye for a little bit," I said.

Frank sniffled for a few moments before he started crying. The sight of it broke my heart.

"Oh, Princess, please don't cry," I begged.

"I'm sorry, I just miss you already," Frankie sobbed.

I wrapped my arms around him, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you, Daddy," he whispered.

"I know you do," I said quietly.

Jamia had to practically pry him off of me as he sobbed loudly. I left the airport and went back out to my car. My heart was aching as I got in and looked around. I looked to the passenger seat and froze when I saw Cleo sitting there. I picked her up and ran to the building. Frank would be a mess without Cleo, especially if he's somewhere new without me.

"Sir, you can't go passed this point," some security man said.

"I just need to give this to someone, he left it in my car and if he doesn't have it then he's going to be a mess," I said.

The security wouldn't let me pass and I sighed as I went back to my car and drove home. I opened the door to the house and all I noticed was how empty and quiet it seemed. I was so used to Frank always running around playing but now it just seemed empty and lonely.

I grabbed my phone but didn't see any new information on what had happened with the shipment. I went and sat down in my office chair, setting Cleo down onto my desk as I sighed and looked around. I sat around the house until it was getting late and I decided that I couldn't just sit here alone and sober anymore.

I went out to the same club where I had met Frank and got my own private area. I ordered some drinks and soon enough I was buzzed when some lady came in. She worked here and was the same person who had taken me to the private room.

"You want a private dance?" She asked and I nodded. "Do you have any preferences?"

"I want a boy, someone young and small and slim and with short black hair and pale and with tattoos and likes to crossdress," I said.

She nodded and walked out. I just kept drinking until someone like that came in looking eerily similar to Frank but yet so different. I smirked as music played and he danced. He ground against me as he danced until I pulled him close and pressed my lips against his. Everyone knew what these private rooms were really for.

The boy straddled my hips, grinding down against me slowly. He kissed along my neck, his hand running down my chest to palm me through my pants.

"What do you want?" The boy whispered.

"I'm gonna fuck you," I said.

The boy smirked and nodded and that made me scowl a bit. He's too cocky, Frank isn't cocky. He has to be shyer and more innocent.

"Stop smirking, you listen to me, understand?" I asked.

The boy nodded, trying to hide his smirk. He pulled off his panties so he was completely naked. I pushed him down against the couch, laying over him as I kissed him roughly. This were just hot and messy between us and I pulled out the little packet of cocaine from my pocket. I spread a line just under his navel and snorted it. I moved down between his legs and kissed his inner thighs.

I moved back up and kissed him roughly. Everything was starting to blur as I just kept drinking more and snorting more coke. I fucked him quick and rough and soon I was leaning back against the couch, a cigarette between my lips and my pants still down around my thighs as my erection quickly softened after fucking him.

"Is there anything more I can do for you?" The boy asked.

I shook my head, giving him some money before he left. I pulled my pants up, blowing out smoke before I left the club. It was a lot later than I realized when I finally got home. I grabbed Cleo and went upstairs to my bedroom. I got stripped down and sighed as I crawled into bed. I snuggled Cleo, holding her tight to my chest. I already missed Frankie so much, he was my little princess and some stupid boy at a club isn't going to replace him.