Rebel Chic

Chapter 5

I snuck through the bars again. This was the sixth time I've done it now. I ran to the street and called Frank. He sent a car for me and I frowned as I got into the backseat. I looked at the man in the front seat as I hugged my bunny stuffie and kicked my feet.

“What's your name?” I asked.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror.

“I'm Pete,” he said. “I work for Frank.”

I nodded, looking out the window.

“Why couldn't Frank come get me himself?” I asked.

“He's in a meeting and asked me to get you instead,” he said.

I sighed, looking down at Casper, my bunny. We got to the house and Pete lead me inside. He opened a door and I whimpered, seeing a room full of people sitting around a big table.

“Baby,” frank said.

I saw him sitting at the head of the table and I hurried over to sit on his lap.

“This is my little boy,” frank said, kissing my cheek.

I giggled and blushed, burying my face into his neck.

“But, sir, he's from the Way family,” someone said.

“Yeah? And I expect you to keep him safe and happy,” Frank said. “You'll be seeing him around here more often and I'm sure you'll all treat him with even more respect than you give me.”

There was a chorus of ‘yes boss’ and I blushed.

“Now, I think we can call this meeting over,” frank said.

I stood up with him and held his hand. Frank guided me upstairs and I looked in confusion as he guided me somewhere I didn't know. It was right next to his bedroom and there was a pink glittery wooden princess crown on the door.

“What's this?” I asked.

“Your room,” he said. “Hopefully you'll be staying around more. I'd like you to stay around, I like you.”

Frank opened the door and I gasped. There was a white couch with frilly pink and purple pillows and a white coffee table in front of it. There was a toy box and when I opened it I saw it filled with toys. A rocking chair was in the corner, mostly covered in stuffies. There was a shelf, full of picture books and children's movies. A flat screen tv was mounted on the pastel pink painted wall. But my favorite thing of all was the white crib pushed against the wall, pink polka dots sheets and a matching pillow with a little light blue blankie inside that had white dinosaurs on it.

“I love it!” I exclaimed, giving him a hug.

He laughed, holding my hand. Frank opened another door and I saw my closet. It was full of all sorts of clothes and different styles and different colors. I squealed, giving him a big kiss.

“Your bathroom is through there,” Frank said as we went back out to my bedroom and he pointed to another door. “Now, there's just one thing I wanted to ask. I'm pretty sure you don't because I haven't seen you in them, but do you wear diapers? I didn't buy any just in case you didn't.”

“Diapers are dirty,” I said. “I don't like being dirty.”

Frank smiled, kissing my forehead.

“So, you love your room?” He asked.

I giggled and nodded.

“Good, now, are you hungry?” He asked.

I nodded my head and he walked with me down to the kitchen. The chef was there and he looked up when he walked.

“What do you want, baby?” Frank asked.

“I want…mac n’ cheese and Dino nuggets,” I said. “Ooh, and can I please have a cookie?”

He smiled and nodded. “Baby boy, you can have anything you want.”

Frank repeated it in Italian and the chef nodded.

“While we’re waiting, let’s go take a walk, I'll go over some rules,” he said.

Frank held my hand as we walked outside, strolling through the garden.

“Now, first rule is to always give kissies to daddy,” he said.

I giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“I don't think we're gonna have a problem with that,” he said. “Two, if I'm working and busy, you stay in your room and play with your toys unless I tell you otherwise. If we're out, you stay by my side at all times. Number four, no touching yourself, that's daddy’s job. No coming without permission and no getting out of your crib in the morning without me. Also, bedtime is 10 o'clock. No talking back, no swearing, no lying. Be nice to my workers. Um, I think that's the most of it. But all these rules are unless I say otherwise.”

“What's that mean?” I asked.

“It means that I can change these rules if I want,” Frank said. “Like one day we might be watching a movie so I'll let you stay up a little later or something.”

“Okay,” I said, squeezing his hand.

Frank smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

“And safewords, we use the light system, remember? Don't be afraid to red light, I won't get mad, I promise. I'd rather stop than hurt you in any way,” Frank said. “You're also allowed to red light during punishments.”

“Okay, daddy,” I said, holding his hand tight.

“Good boy,” Frank muttered, kissing my forehead. “Now, let’s go see if food is ready.”

We went back inside and I smiled when I smelled chicken nuggets. We grabbed our plates and sat at the counter. My plate was in the shape of Minnie Mouse. The mac n’ cheese was in the head part and the chicken nuggets were in her left ear while the two cookies were in her right.

“Yous like juice?” The chef asked me in a thick accent.

Frank said something in Italian and he turned around, coming back and setting a sippy cup full of apple juice in front of me.

“He's one of my only workers whose English isn't very good at all,” Frank said. “If you ever need help just come to me.”

I nodded, picking up my princess fork as I started eating.

“I can tell my dad I'm staying at my friend’s house and can stay the night here,” I said.

Frank smiled, kissing my cheek. I pulled out my phone to text my dad.

Gee: I'm staying the night at Ray’s house tonight

“There,” I said proudly.

Frank smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Good, now eat up,” he said.

I reached for my cookies and Frank shook his head.

“Not until after you finish your other foods first,” he said.

I pouted but finished my food before eating my cookies. I smiled happily as I finished and he held my hand. My other hand still held Casper as we walked out. We went and sat together on the couch as he turned Bambi on. I snuggled up to his side as he smiled, wrapping an arm around me. I eventually laid down, my head in his lap as I sucked my thumb.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Frank said.

He reached into his back pocket as I sat up and he pulled out a little box. I giggled and open it. Inside was a pacifier. It was light blue except the button was white and there was a light purple loop on the button.

“Thank you, daddy,” I said.

I gave him a kiss and sucked on the binki happily. Frank wrapped his arms around me and I hummed happily. I sat up in his lap, watching the screen until the movie ended. I yawned and Frank smiled.

“C’mon, let's get you to bed,” he said.

Frank picked me up, carrying me up to my room. I went into my closet and changed into a nightgown. It was pink and frilly at the bottom. It went down just below my knees and I loved it so much.

“Aren't you just a little cutie,” Frank muttered, kissing my forehead.

He pushed down the bar on my crib and helped me in. I giggled as he leaned down, giving me Casper and my paci. Frank kissed my forehead, pulling the bar back up as he stepped back. He pressed something on the little table by my bed then turned off the light. The night light on the table shined a light up, stars dancing on the ceiling. I giggled as he kissed my forehead again before walking out and shutting the door.

I smiled, snuggling up with Casper under my blankie. I looked up at the stars that glowed softly on my ceiling. My eyes closed, eventually and I finally drifted off into sleep.

“Hey, babydoll, good morning,” I heard a voice whispering.

I blinked a couple of times, squinting as I looked up at him. He smiled and I yawned, burying my face into the pillow.

“Baby,” Frank said, laughing softly. “Come on, I told the chef to make pancakes.”

I looked up, rubbing my eyes. The morning light was streaming in through the window, a peaceful glow as I looked up at Frank smiling down at me, a glow of light surrounding him.

“Come on,” he said.

He pushed the bar down and scooped me up. Frank carried me downstairs, sitting me down at the counter in front of a princess plate covered in pancakes that had whipped cream and syrup on it. I smiled as we ate the pancakes. My hands and mouth were all sticky with syrup by the time we finished. Frank cleaned me up and I smiled.

“I have to go home now,” I said sadly. “My dad doesn't like it when I stay out too long.”

“Okay, go get dressed and I'll give you a ride,” Frank said.

I hurried upstairs, changing into a yellow dress with white stars on it and white thigh high socks. I went back down Frank smiled.

“Little cutie,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Did you pick out all my clothes for me?” I asked

“I didn't, I sent the maid out,” he said. “Told him your size and handed him my credit card and told him to get anything cute he sees. How'd he do?”

“Very good,” I said.

He took my hand and we went out to his garage. We got into his favorite car, the black Porsche. Frank drove me back to the usual place he drops me off at.

I smiled, leaning over to give him a kiss. He pulled me closer and deepened it. I moaned softly, kissing him back. I pulled away, trying to catch my breath.

“Bye bye,” I said.

I kissed his cheek and got out of the car. I hurried back home through the fence and went through the back door.

“Gerard Arthur Way!” A voice shouted.

I flinched, whimpering as I looked at my dad. He looked down at me angrily.

“I called Ray’s father and you weren't there,” he stated. “You wouldn't answer your phone, either. Where were you?”

I whimpered and looked down, hugging Casper tight.

“I took him out,” Mikey said. “To that one midnight showing downtown. We both knew you wouldn't let him go see a horror movie so we didn't tell you. Lindsey met us there and it was late so he just stayed over at Lindsey’s house because it was closer.”

“Is this true, Gerard?” My dad asked.

I nodded and he sighed.

“Fine, but if I catch you doing this again then so help me you will not be leaving this house until you're at least 30.”

I nodded my head, walking upstairs with Mikey.

“So, where were you?” Mikey asked as he shut the door behind us.

“With Frankie,” I whispered, laying down on my bed.

“He's a bad guy,” Mikey stated. “I don't want you with him.”

I rolled my eyes as he walked out. My daddy is good.