Rebel Chic

Chapter 3

I was sitting in the window seat of my bedroom, staring outside. Rain pattered down onto the glass, dripping and dripping until I couldn't see them anymore. Trees were blowing, my head resting against the glass. I watched two raindrops splatter onto my window, watching the race of which one can reach the bottom first.

“Gee!” Mikey called.

I looked away, turning my head to face where Mikey was standing in the doorway.

“Dad wants you,” he said.

I sighed sadly, going to follow him. I just wanted to go see Frankie again. I was going to take Mitch on a walk today to see Frank but she doesn't like the rain.

“Yeah, dad?” I asked as I walked in.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, patting the seat next to him on the couch.

I smiled as I sat down and he pulled out a big box wrapped in pink wrapping paper with a big bright purple bow on top.

“What's this for?” I asked excitedly.

“Just open it,” he said.

I was grinning as I tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a big art set with all sorts of pencils and markers and erasers and everything!

“I love it!” I exclaimed. “Thank you, daddy!”

I gave him a big hug and he chuckled.

“Well, good,” he said. “Now, why don't you go draw some pictures.”

I nodded my head, taking the box and running up to my art studio. It was a moderate sized room, right in the middle of the house so there were no windows. The walls were painted light blue and every inch of this place was littered with art supplies. This was one of my favorites rooms in the whole house.

I put my new art set on the table, smiling as I decided to paint. I picked up a blank canvas, putting it onto my easel. I set up all my paints and stared at the canvas. I really want to draw Frankie.

I picked up the brush and started drawing him exactly how I remember him and how I've seen him in photos. I painted each line meticulously, each tattoo coming to life on the canvas.

There was a knock on the door and I quickly hid the canvas into the closet and opened the door. Lindsey was standing there, a big smile on her face.

Lindey’s dad worked for my dad. We've known each other for just about as long as I can remember. She's one of the only people I'm allowed to talk to. My dad doesn't let us have friends outside of the business. And I still don't even get to see my approved friends often. They only ever come over sometimes when they're dad comes to work.

“Hey, Linds,” I said.

“Gee, oh my god, I missed you!” She exclaimed.

Lindsey pulled me into a tight hug and I smiled.

“We have so much to catch up on,” She said.

I nodded, grabbing her hand and dragging her to my room. I shut and locked the door, pulling us to the bed.

“I did something my dad told me not to,” I told her.

“What's that?” Lindsey asked curiously.

“I talked to Frank Iero,” I whispered.

Her eyes widened as she stared at me. Just as I was, she was sheltered all her life. It's a big rule in her household to never talk to anyone in the Iero business.

“But we aren't supposed to, that's, like, the number one rule,” she said.

“I know, you can't tell anyone,” I said. “But I went to his house and we kissed.”

“But he's, like, old!” Lindsey exclaimed.

“He's only 33,” I said.

“But he's 16 years older,” she said.

“But he's so hot,” I countered. “And he would call me pretty and call me princess. He told me to call him daddy.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Why? That's kinda weird.”

“I don't know…I kind of like it,” I mumbled.

“But you call your dad daddy,” she said, scrunching up her nose. “Now you call someone you kiss daddy.”

“I know, I just like it though,” I said.

She nodded her head, not seeming to quite understand but deciding to ignore it.

“Is he a good kisser?” Lindsey asked.

I blushed and nodded.

“He's a really good kisser,” I said.

“Compared to what?” Lindsey asked. “You've only kissed one person before.”

“But it made me feel good,” I said. “Either way I just know that it was a good kiss.”

I giggled quietly thinking of it.

“Are you gonna see him again?” Lindsey asked.

“I hope I can, I like him,” I said. “I just don't know how. I'm never allowed out alone, today was an exception.”

“Maybe you can sneak out,” she suggested.

“I wish but we have guards at the gates 24/7,” I said.

“True,” she mumbled. “I don't know, then, I'm stumped. Anyways, he's a better kisser than Ray?”

“Way better,” I said. “No offense to Ray, though, he's like my best friend. But Ray was always just shy and nervous. Frank is just strong and dominant. I don't know how to explain it. He just wasn't shy while kissing me.”

“Ooh, sounds exciting, I want my own Frank,” Lindsey said.

I smiled as Mitch jumped up onto the bed. I scratched the top of her head and she purred softly.

“But I've always heard Frank was bad and mean,” she said.

“That's what I thought too,” I said. “But I think he's actually nice. He gave me ice cream and kisses.”

“Awe, he does sound nice,” Lindsey cooed.

“Finally someone agrees with me,” i said. “Mikey told me I should never talk to him again.”

“I think you should keep talking to him,” Lindsey recommended. “Frank actually sounds like a really good person to date. Do you want him to be your daddy?”

“I do,” I said. “I like him.”

“You should get his phone number,” Lindsey said. “My dad has it written down somewhere.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because he's the enemy,” she said. “I'm sure you're dad has it too. It's especially needed for when they have a common enemy. To send threats and warnings and stuff like that, I guess. It's not their personal phone, though.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out. We went down to my dad’s room, which was thankfully empty because they were in the meeting room. We went through the drawers before finding a small address book. There were scribblings of numbers and addresses all over the pages. Finally, near the back, I found one with the name for Iero. I wrote the phone number on my phone and put the book back.

“Gee?” My dad asked.

I looked up as I blushed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Looking for paper to color with,” I lied.

My dad smiled, handing me a stack of papers. Lindsey and I hurried back to my room. I shushed her as she laughed and I dialed the number. It rang a few times and I bit my lip, laying on my bed.

“Who is this?” A mean, deep voice answered.

“I-Is Frankie there?” I squeaked.

“Who wants to know?” He replied.

“Me,” I whimpered.

It was quiet for a moment and I thought he hung up.

“Boss!” He shouted.

There was some rustling and I looked at lindsey nervously as she gave me a reassuring smile.

“Who is this?” Frank asked.

“It's me, Gee,” I said.

“Oh, Gee,” he said. “Hey, baby, what's up?”

“I-I just wanted to talk to you,” I said shyly.

“Well I'm glad you called,” he said. “It's been a few days since I last saw you.”

“I want to see you again, when can I see you?” I asked.

“If you can get out of your house then call me,” he said. “I'll send you my personal number.”

I felt a text go through to me and I smiled.

“Will we be able to kiss again?” I asked.

“We can do a lot more than just that if you'd like,” he said.

I blushed and lindsey looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“We can?” I asked.

“If you want, I wouldn't force you into anything,” he said.

I smiled, hugging my pillow.

“You're nice, I like you,” I said.

“I like you too, babydoll,” Frank said.

I felt my stomach flip happily as I giggled, my feet kicking lightly excitedly.

“But my dad doesn't want me talking to you, he says you're the bad guy,” I said sadly.

“Well what did I say?” He asked.

“You're my daddy now so I listen to you and not him,” I repeated proudly.

“Good boy,” he praised. “When I see you next I'll give you a reward.”

“Reward?” I asked excitedly.

“That's right,” Frank confirmed. “Call me when you sneak out. Doesn't have to be today, just whenever it's safe. Okay, goodbye, Gee.”

“Bye bye, daddy,” I said.

He hung up and I smiled, looking over at Lindsey.

“Now all I have to do is sneak out,” I said. “Gates are always guarded and I'm not allowed out alone.”

“Climb the fence?” She suggested.

“Too tall and I'm so small,” I pouted.

“Dig a hole,” Lindsey said.

“A hole?” I asked.

“Yeah, dig a hole under the fence,” she said.

“Maybe,” I mumbled. “But only as a last resort, I don’t wanna get my clothes dirty. Or chip a nail, I just went to the salon and got them done.”

She held my hand and looked at my nails.

“Ooh, pretty,” Lindsey remarked.

I smiled, looking down at my glossy pink nails.

“You’re so lucky, your dad spoils you so much,” Lindsey said as she set my hand down. “Amy is the one that always gets spoiled just because she’s the oldest. I hate being the younger one. I thought the younger ones got spoiled more.”

“You did get that new sports car,” I pointed out.

“True,” she said. “But I can’t take it anywhere unless someone is with me. Amy can go out on her own.”

“So can Mikey,” I said. “He said something about how he’s going to be taking over the business soon.”

“Amy said that too!” She gasped. “Well, not take it over, per se, just take our father’s place once he gets too old. She can’t take the business over, it’s your family’s business. Well, okay, she can be the one to be spoiled because I don’t wanna take over.”

I giggled, nodding my head in agreement.