I gave Frank a soft kiss and he smiled.

"I love you," he said.

We were both hungry, we had run out of food and water at this point. He sat beside me and smiled.

"I got us some food," he said.

There was two Happy Meal boxes and I looked inside at the half eaten burger and the ten pack of chicken nuggets with only six nuggets left.

"Daddy, someone else was eating this," I said.

"We gotta eat," he said. "Here, you take the nuggets and I'll have the burger."

I picked up the nuggets, frowning softly.

"You didn't get this out of the trash, did you?" I asked nervously.

Frank didn't say anything as he unwrapped the burger.

"You don't eat meat," I said.

"I know," Frank mumbled.

We finished our food quickly, there wasn't much to eat in the first place. Frank went a sort of pale, greenish color.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Frank shook his head. He grabbed the empty box, throwing up in it. I brushed his hair back until he finished and leaned back.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing his back.

"A little nauseous," he said.

I kissed the top of his head and he smiled softly.

"You should just relax for a little bit," I suggested.

Frank nodded, leaning back against the brick wall. I covered him with the blanket, kissing his temple.

"Maybe I can get something vegetarian for you," I said. "I'll be right back."

Frank nodded softly, closing his eyes. I went out to the street and looked around. It was starting to get late out but I saw a big grocery store. I walked inside, looking around at the food. I took the stickers off two apples, putting them in my pocket. I also managed to get a small 8 ounce water bottle too.

My heart was racing and I felt sick as I walked out. This was my first time ever stealing something by myself. On one hand it was exciting but on the other it was terrifying.

Thankfully no alarms went off as I hurried back to Frank. I kissed his cheek, brushing the hair out of his face. He was so pale and tired.

"Here, I got you some stuff," I said.

I helped him wash out his mouth with the water before handing him the apples.

"No, princess, you take one," he said.

"But these are for you," I said.

"That's okay, baby, you take one," Frank said

I frowned but sat beside him, eating my apple. I finished and Frank handed me his half eaten apple.

"Daddy, you need to eat too," I said.

"No, that's okay, baby, you take it," he said. "I don't really need it, you gotta get some food in your tummy."

Frank kissed my cheek as I finished his apple.

"You're not doing well," I said. "You're only getting worse."

"No, baby, I'm fine," he said.

I frowned, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled.

"I love you," he said. "I feel like I haven't told you that in forever. I love you, I love you, I love you."

I giggled, kissing his cheek.

"You're like my beautiful little angel," he said. "Like my pretty little pillow princess."

"I'm not a pillow princess!" I gasped. "I suck dick!"

Frank chuckled, pulling me onto his lap.

"Yes you do, and you're very good at it too," he said.

I smiled proudly and he kissed my cheek.

"I don't mind if you're a pillow princess, I love making you feel good," he said.

"Not a pillow princess," I grumbled unhappily, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry, I won't call you that anymore," Frank said, kissing my cheek. "You're my beautiful little baby."

I rested my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. Frank held my hips gently and I smiled.

"Even when things are so grim you're still the light of my life," Frank mumbled, resting his forehead against mine.

I giggled and blushed, caressing his cheek.

"I love you," I said. "You're the best daddy in the world."

Frank smiled, wrapping the blanket around both of us.

"I have a plan, baby, but you're not going to like it," he said. "It could get us money and tickets back home."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, there's this small bank on the corner," he said.

I felt my blood run cold as I looked at him, shaking my head quickly.

"Baby, I know you won't like it," Frank said. "And you know I won't make you do it but it's easier to rob a bank with a partner than alone."

"I can't rob a bank, daddy," I said.

"Yes you can, baby, all you've gotta do is hold the bag," Frank said. "I'll be the one to keep a lookout and make sure everyone cooperates."

He opened the box that we used to keep the food in and I saw a bag and a pistol.

"Wh-where'd you get that?" I asked.

"I stole it," Frank said. "I got some sunglasses too to help hide our faces a little bit."

My eyes watered as I shook my head.

"I-I can't," I whimpered. "I-I c-c--"

"Shush, baby, it's okay," he whispered. "Don't cry."

I buried my face into his shoulder as I cried.

"I know it's scary," he said. "You don't have to if you don't want to. But this is what can finally get us home. We're starving, Gee, you're starving. We're both freezing and getting weaker by the minute. We can't stay here long or else we aren't going to survive."

I sniffled and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I love you," he whispered.

Frank took the gun and gently put it into my hand as I whimpered.

"It won't hurt you, baby," he whispered.

"This could kill someone," I said. "It could kill us."

"It's not going to, i'm going to try not to hurt anyone," he said. "We are just going to get the money and run. We'll steal a car or something. We'll get out of this town then find an airport and go home."

"And then we'll be safe?" I asked. "I've already shoplifted more times than I would ever want to, I don't want to be arrested for robbing a bank too."

"We won't get caught, I've done this a million times over," he said. "You've just gotta listen to me and do what I say when I say it, understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I said.

Frank kissed the top of my head and I rested my head back down against his chest. His head rested back against the brick wall and soon I heard quiet snoring coming from him.

I smiled softly, intertwining our hands. I looked at all the tattoos he had then glanced at my skirt that he was still wearing. I could tell he was freezing in it but he wouldn't let me switch back. He just kept giving me all the food and all the warm clothes. If we were going to die then Frank would definitely die first out here. He was giving everything to me to make sure I was still warm and healthy but he wasn't even caring for himself.

I got up and went to the corner store down the street. I strolled down to the candy aisle and smiled softly. Thankfully they had Frank's favorite candy here and I shoved it into my jacket pocket.

I walked out of the store when someone suddenly grabbed my arm roughly. I whimpered as I looked at the very big store owner.

"What did you think you were doing?" He asked, grabbing the candy bar from my pocket.

I burst into tears and he looked slightly taken aback.

"I didn't mean to!" I sobbed. "It was for my little sister! She's sick with cancer in the hospital and she really wanted a candy bar but the medical bills are so expensive we can't even afford to buy her a candy bar."

"Canada has free health care," he said.

"We're not from Canada, we're from the United States where the government gives us big medical bills, my little sister even sold all her toys," I said.

"Alright, fine, just take it, kid," he said.

I took the candy bar and hurried off. I went back to Frank and gently shook him awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "What happened, baby boy?"

"I got caught shoplifting," I admitted.

"Are the police coming?" He asked. "Fuck, we've gotta get out of here."

He started to get up but I shook my head.

"No, he let me go because I told him that my little sister had cancer and all she wanted was a candy bar and she even had to sell all of her toys because of her medical bills," I said.

Frank smiled, kissing my cheek. "That's my boy."

I smiled, giving him a soft kiss.

"What were you stealing?" He asked.

I handed him the candy bar I had taken and he smiled softly. Frank opened it up, breaking it into half. He gave me the bigger half and I frowned.

"No, daddy," I said. "I bought it for you as a thank you for taking care of me."

"I don't need this whole thing, you can take half of it," he said.

My eyes watered and he brushed my hair behind my ear.

"You aren't eating anything, you give all your food to me and give all your clothes to me too," I said. "You're going to die, daddy. I know you're trying to take care of me but you're going to end up killing yourself in the process of it."

"Baby, I want you to be happy and healthy," he said.

"I won't be if you let yourself die," I said. "Please just take the candy bar."

Frank sighed quietly, taking both halfs of the candy bar. I sniffled, snuggling up close to him under the blanket. The two of us cuddled up together as the night grew colder.