Rebel Chic

Chapter 18

I woke up in confusion. I whimpered as I felt funny. I was dizzy and my head kinda hurt. There was a body beside me and I went to roll over and hug Frank but was horrified to see it wasn't Frank that was in his boxers laying beside me. In fact, I wasn't even in my bedroom.

My arm felt weak as I reached over to where my phone was on the nightstand. I dialed Frank's number and put it up to my ear.

“Hey, baby, you almost done shopping?” He asked. “It's been a couple hours.”

I sniffled quietly, looking at the man who was sleeping beside me.

“Daddy, I think I did something bad,” I whimpered.

I looked down and saw I wasn't wearing any clothes.

“What?” He asked. “Princess, what's wrong? What happened?”

I couldn't remember what happened and that's what scared me. But from our positions in bed I knew what had happened.

“I cheated on you,” I whispered.

Frank didn't say anything, I could barely even hear him breathing.

“D-daddy?” I squeaked.

“Where are you?” Frank asked sternly.

I can imagine it now. The way his lips are pressed into a firm line and his fists clenched.

“I don't know,” I whispered. “Daddy, aren't you going to be mad? Won't this ruin our relationship?”

“Probably,” Frank replied and I choked back a sob.

“Th-then why do you care where I am if I ruined us?” I asked.

“Because I still f*****g love you,” he snapped angrily. “I'll have to hang up now, I'm going to track your phone.”

Frank hung up and I whimpered. Oh god, I did ruin us. Frank's gonna send me back home.

I don't remember a lot, only bits and pieces, kind of like a dream. I remember bending over for Andy as he undressed me and I remember him moaning as he pounded into me.

“Daddy,” I cried, burying my face into the pillow.

Andy stirred beside me and I froze. He looked over at me, eyes widening when he saw the phone in my hand.

“f**k,” he muttered. “No, I was supposed to get you home. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep. Fuck.”

“M-my daddy’s coming,” I whimpered. “He's really mad too.”

“Oh god,” Andy said, he looked like he was about to throw up. “f**k, we need to get you dressed.”

“He already knows what happened,” I said.

“Oh f**k, I need to get out of here,” he said.

Andy got up, running towards the bedroom door. It swung open at that moment, hitting him right in the face and knocking him to his feet. Frank was here fast, we must not be far from home.

“D-daddy,” I squeaked, hiding under the blanket in fear.

I heard Frank pull Andy up to his feet, only to push him down again and make him hit his head on the wall. While he was in a daze, Frank came over and pulled the blanket from me. I cried, curling into a ball. I still felt funny, all dizzy and tired. Now I was kinda nauseous too. Frank must've immediately noticed because his scowled softened to a concerned look.

“Baby boy, what's wrong?” He asked, kneeling beside me.

“I-I feel funny,” I whimpered. “It's all spinny.”

Frank furrowed his eyebrows and scowled again. He kissed my forehead and I smiled softly. He stood back up and went back to Andy.

“You drugged my baby,” Frank seethed.

Andy cowered back against the wall. Frank pulled out some brass knuckle dusters. He put it onto his right fist as Andy paled in fear.

“Baby boy,” frank said softly, “Close your eyes.”

I did as he said, burying my face into the pillow. I flinched and cried, listening to the sound of Andy screaming and what sounded like bones cracking. Eventually, the screaming ended and I felt Frank wrap his arms around me. I sniffled as he pulled me up into his lap and I held my head from the sudden motion.

“I'm sorry, princess,” frank muttered, kissing my cheek.

“I-I cheated on you,” I whimpered. “Please don't be mad at me, daddy. Please don't send me home.”

“Baby, no,” Frank denied. “You didn't cheat, okay? You were drugged.”

I sniffled, burying my face into his shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s get you dressed,” he said.

Frank got me to my feet but I stumbled and he held me close against him. He helped me step into my panties and pulled them up then pulled my dress down over my head. I sat on the bed and Frank put on my socks and shoes. He picked me up bridal style and I hugged him tight.

I glanced over at Andy. I saw the blood that covered the floor and splattered onto the wall. His body covered in blood and gashes from when Frank had beaten him to death.

Frank carried me downstairs and I whined quietly. He set me into the passenger seat of the car but I shook my head.

“Need Casper,” I said.

Frank sighed, shutting my door. He looked into the backseat of Andy’s car and smashed the window open. He reached in, grabbing Casper and coming back into his own car with me. Frank held my hand as I sniffled.

We got home and Frank walked over, picking me up. I wasn't as dizzy anymore but I was still really tired and still felt a little weak. He carried me inside and I rested my hand on his shoulder.

“Patrick!” Frank shouted.

He carried me upstairs and set me on his bed gently as Patrick hurried in.

“Andy did something to him,” Frank said.

Patrick sat beside me and smiled reassuringly.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” He asked.

I told him and he looked me over.

“Okay, looks like it was Rohypnol,” Patrick said. “Gee should be fine, the effects are starting to wear off. Just make sure he gets water and rests.”

Patrick left and I whimpered, looking at Frank who was pacing. It was then that I noticed the splatters of blood on his clothes. I sat up and wiped my eyes.

“Daddy, your clothes are dirty,” I said.

Frank looked at me then looked back down. He changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, laying down beside me.

“Lay down, sweetheart, get some rest,” he whispered.

I laid down beside him and cuddled up to his side.

“What's Rophnol?” I asked.

“Rohypnol,” Frank corrected. “It's a roofie. Did he give you anything to drink?”

“No,” I denied. “Well, he did but he said it was from you.”

“I didn't give him anything,” Frank said. “You were with me the entire time, sweetheart.”

“But it was in the Mickey Mouse sippy cup,” I said. “He told me it was from you.”

“Baby boy, I don't have a Mickey Mouse sippy cup, I only have ones with plain designs on them,” Frank said.

I cried, burying my face into his shoulder.

“I-I'm sorry,” I cried.

I don't really care what happened to me, if I'm honest because I know that Frank will always protect me. But I was even more scared of Frankie being mad at me.

“Baby, baby, don't apologize,” he whispered. “I'm sorry for sending you with him. I've never had problems with him before. But…oh god.”

I looked up at him in confusion.

“What is it, daddy?” I asked.

“Uh, nothing,” frank mumbled. “Just that that asshole got what he deserves.”

I could see his fist clenching and his lips pressed into a firm line, just like how he is when he's angry. I kissed his cheek, giving him a small smile and resting my head on his chest.

“Baby, you hungry?” He asked. “I can go get dinner, I already had Marco prepare it.”

I nodded, going to stand up. Frank grabbed my wrist and shook his head.

“No, you're staying here,” he said.

Frank got up and left as I sniffled quietly. He came back with a tray of food for me and him. I smiled softly as we ate in bed. I leaned against his side as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

“I love you, daddy,” I said.

“I love you too, baby boy,” Frank said. “You feeling better now?”

I nodded softly.

“Just still kinda sleepy,” I said.

“Well, once you're done we’ll go to bed early tonight,” he said.

I nodded in agreement, spooning the food into my mouth.

“I never got your present,” I said with a small pout.

“Baby, don't even worry about that,” frank said. “Just worry about yourself right now.”

“I'm okay,” I said. “I know you'll always keep me safe.”

“I will,” Frank promised.

I smiled as we finished eating. Frank cuddled with me under the blanket as he turned off the light. I rested my head on his chest as he rubbed my back gently.

“Did I ruin us?” I whispered. “Are you gonna send me home?”

“No, baby, of course not,” frank denied. “I love you so much, i’d die of a broken heart if you ever left me.”

“I don't want you to die,” I said.

“Oh, babydoll, I won't,” frank said.

I nuzzled against him and smiled.

“I'm sorry for what happened,” he whispered. “I love you, I didn't know you'd be in harm. Andy’s always been good.”

“Daddy, I don't care,” I said. “I'm just happy I'm with you again.”

“Mhmm,” frank hummed. “Get some sleep now, okay? You should just rest.”

“I just wanna cuddle with you though,” I said.

Frank had his arms wrapped tight around me and I smiled. When I looked up, I saw that Frank looked really sad. I kissed his cheek and smiled reassuringly.

“Why are you so sad, daddy?” I asked.

“Just upset you were hurt,” Frank said. “And I'm upset that he had his hands all over you.”

“I'm okay now,” I said.

I laid down and it wasn't long before I started to doze off. But half an hour later I woke up, feeling Frank get back into the bed. I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as I looked at him in the dark.

“Daddy?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Sorry, baby, I was just going to the bathroom,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.”

I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. Through the dark, I could see the old wooden box that used to be under his bed sitting on top of the dresser.