"Mom, get up." Bandit snapped.
At the age of sixteen, she was as beautiful as her mother. Her figure as perfect as a Coke bottle, hair dark and eyes the same. Faded freckles dotted her cheeks, makeup almost completely concealing them. It saddened Gerard to see her so angry. He understood why she was angry, but that didn't make him feel any better.
Gerard looked at her sadly, knowing she couldn't see him. Her powers weren't as strong as her mother's. At least, not yet. Peyton played with his fingers silently under the blanket. He couldn't feel it much, but he knew she was doing it. His fingers were as cold as ice to her, her fingers as hot as fire to him.
Peyton's voice was void of all positive emotions. "There's breakfast in the pantry." …show more content…
Ever since Peyton had found out she could see her dead lover, she'd been curled up in bed. She never wanted to leave him. Unfortunately, Bandit was suffering the consequences. Gerard coaxed Peyton out of bed every once in a while, but not often enough to keep Bandit fed, or often enough to keep her job.
"No, there isn't. We don't have any food." Bandit snarled.
Peyton didn't reply for a minute. "I'll go grocery shopping. Eat breakfast at school." She said.
"I don't have any money in my lunch account. Get up!" Bandit yelled.
She slammed the door behind her, making Peyton jump. Gerard softly rubbed her back.
"Get up. Please, beautiful." He begs.
"I don't wanna leave you." Peyton replies sadly.
Gerard nods, kissing her forehead. He could easily walk away or disappear for a little, but he knows it'll just hurt her more. He knew, in the back of his mind, that it could help. Yet, he wasn't strong enough to hurt her. She'd gone so long without him.
He pet her hair sadly, drawing just enough of her energy out to get her in the bath. He would never be fully corporeal, but he could be just enough to move objects and people. He filled the bath, gently stripping her clothes off and setting her in. She leaned her head into the side of the tub, her eyes shutting
At the age of sixteen, she was as beautiful as her mother. Her figure as perfect as a Coke bottle, hair dark and eyes the same. Faded freckles dotted her cheeks, makeup almost completely concealing them. It saddened Gerard to see her so angry. He understood why she was angry, but that didn't make him feel any better.
Gerard looked at her sadly, knowing she couldn't see him. Her powers weren't as strong as her mother's. At least, not yet. Peyton played with his fingers silently under the blanket. He couldn't feel it much, but he knew she was doing it. His fingers were as cold as ice to her, her fingers as hot as fire to him.
Peyton's voice was void of all positive emotions. "There's breakfast in the pantry." …show more content…
Ever since Peyton had found out she could see her dead lover, she'd been curled up in bed. She never wanted to leave him. Unfortunately, Bandit was suffering the consequences. Gerard coaxed Peyton out of bed every once in a while, but not often enough to keep Bandit fed, or often enough to keep her job.
"No, there isn't. We don't have any food." Bandit snarled.
Peyton didn't reply for a minute. "I'll go grocery shopping. Eat breakfast at school." She said.
"I don't have any money in my lunch account. Get up!" Bandit yelled.
She slammed the door behind her, making Peyton jump. Gerard softly rubbed her back.
"Get up. Please, beautiful." He begs.
"I don't wanna leave you." Peyton replies sadly.
Gerard nods, kissing her forehead. He could easily walk away or disappear for a little, but he knows it'll just hurt her more. He knew, in the back of his mind, that it could help. Yet, he wasn't strong enough to hurt her. She'd gone so long without him.
He pet her hair sadly, drawing just enough of her energy out to get her in the bath. He would never be fully corporeal, but he could be just enough to move objects and people. He filled the bath, gently stripping her clothes off and setting her in. She leaned her head into the side of the tub, her eyes shutting