Rebel Chic

Chapter 19

Daddy hasn't left my side and I loved it so much. Wherever he went, he let me come with him. I was currently sat on his lap, wearing headphones as I colored. He was in a meeting and I was so comfortable in his arms. I drew a picture of Mitch sitting in her princess castle. I smiled, holding it up for Frank to see. He gave me a kiss and I grabbed a new paper to start drawing again.

Frank rubbed my back as he talked but I couldn't really hear what he was saying. He tickled my side lightly and I giggled, burying my face into the crook of his neck. The meeting eventually ended and Frank took my headphones off, giving me a kiss.

“Come on, you hungry?” He asked.

“Can we have smiley face French fries?” I asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “And how about veggie burgers to go with it?”

I nodded and he smiled, carrying me to the kitchen. He said something to Marco before carrying me to the couch.

“He’ll get us when it's ready,” frank said.

“Cuddles!” I cheered.

I wrapped my arms around him and he laughed. Frank smiled, his hand rubbing my back. I gave him a soft kiss, smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I love you, daddy,” I said.

Frank smiled, kissing my cheek.

“I love you too, princess,” he said.

I giggled, but then pouted once I realized something.

“I never got your present,” I said.

“Oh, no more presents,” Frank denied.

“How come?” I asked.

“Because every time you try to get me a present then you get hurt,” he stated.

“But you’ll always keep me safe, right?” I asked.

“Of course, you know I will,” Frank said. “But still, no more presents.”

I pouted and crossed my arms.

“But I wanna get you something special,” I said.

“All I need is your kisses and it'll be the best birthday ever,” he said.

I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. Marco called for us and we went to the kitchen, sitting at the plates at the counter. I whimpered, pushing my sippy cup away.

“What's wrong?” Frank asked.

I whined quietly, pushing it further away.

“Baby, it's okay for you to drink,” he said.

My lip quivered as I looked up at him. He grabbed the cup, dumping the juice out into the sink. He rinsed the plastic and let me watch him as he poured some more juice.

“Better?” Frank asked.

I nodded and smiled as we ate.

“I'm gonna work out a little before bed,” Frank said.

“Me too!” I cheered.

“You wanna work out too?” Frank asked and i nodded happily.

And half an hour later, we were in Frank's in-home gym. He was in athletic shorts, a loose t-shirt and some sneakers. I had put on a pair of baby blue spandex shorts, a loose white athletic tank top and my light up sneakers. And Frank kept staring at me in these shorts even though he tried to hide it.

“Come on, baby, keep up!” Frank called.

I whined as he ran around the small track that looped around the gym. I pouted and sat down, crossing my arms.

“Too hard,” I complained.

“Giving up?” He asked.

I nodded my head and he smiled, coming over to kiss my forehead.

“I exercised enough,” i stated.

Frank smiled, running a hand through my hair.

“Alright, you can go sit on the bench and wait for me,” he said.

I sat down on the cushiony bench and smiled as Frank played music and kept running. I had done a whole seven push ups and two minutes of running. I think that’s enough exercise.

But I loved watching Frank exercise. The way his muscles pulled taut as he lifted weights and the way his sweaty shirt stuck to his skin. His fauxhawk pushed back behind his ear. Frank looked so serious and so good at the same time. He finally finished, shutting off the music as he grabbed a towel and rubbed his hair and face with it.

He came over, holding onto my hand as he lead me upstairs. I sat on the bed, whimpering quietly as I looked at the sweat that glistened over his tan skin. He looked so attractive.

“I'm gonna go shower,” Frank said. “I'll be just twenty minutes, how about you get dressed into your pajamas and keep the bed warm for me?”

I pouted as he went into the bathroom and left me on the bed. The shower started and I got undressed. I opened the bathroom door, stepping into the shower with Frank.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing?” Frank asked.

I wrapped my arms around him and smiled as the warm water poured down over us. He rubbed my back softly and I hummed. Frank grabbed the shampoo and rubbed it into my hair. I smiled in content, leaning into his touch as I closed my eyes. I rinsed it off when he finished.

“Your turn!” I cheered.

I rubbed the shampoo into his own hair and smiled happily. He washed it off and I leaned up to press my lips against his. My hand trailed down his chest and Frank took a step back.

“Hey, baby, we don't have to do anything,” frank said softly.

“But I want to,” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I mean, I know what happened with Biersack I thought you wouldn't want to.”

I looked down at my feet as I held onto his hand.

“But…but I want to,” I said quietly. “I-I don't even remember the s*x with him. I'm just scared of feeling sick and confused and scared again from the roofie.”

“You're never gonna have to feel that again,” Frank promised. “I'm always gonna keep you safe.”

“I know, daddy,” I said, smiling as I looked up at him.

I grave him a soft kiss and smiled. He turned off the shower and I frowned as he got out. He grabbed towels, wrapping one around his waist and drying me off with the other.

“Can we take Mitch out on a walk tomorrow?” I asked. “Mitch told me she wanted to go on another walk.”

Frank smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, baby, we can do that,” he agreed.

I smiled, giving him a hug.

“I love you,” I said.

“You're all cuddly, princess,” Frank remarked with a small chuckle.

I giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” frank said.

We crawled into bed after he dried off. I giggled, rubbing my wet hair against his chest. He laughed, running his fingers through my hair.

“I love you, baby boy,” he said.

“I love you too, daddy,” I repeated happily.

The door opened and I scowled at Pete.

“Uh, frank,” he said, “I was just about to leave but got news that one of the men we were smuggling guns to was arrested and he might sell us out for a plea deal.”

Frank sighed and I whimpered as I looked up at him.

“Ah, f**k,” Frank mumbled.

He stood up and pulled on a pair of boxers and some sweatpants. I sat up and looked between them.

“Alright, where's he being held in custody?” He asked. “We need to take him out before he can say anything.”

“Down at the prison two towns over,” Pete said.

“f**k, that place is good,” he said. “They've got really high security.”

“It's gotta be soon, he's seeing the court tomorrow morning to take the plea,” Pete said.

Frank threw on a shirt and looked at me. He kneeled down in front of me on the bed, a sad, sympathetic look on his face.

“Baby boy, I’m sorry,” Frank said. “I'm gonna have to go away for a little bit. But you can't stay here either in case we don't make it in time and the police come, okay? Patrick is gonna take you someplace safe.”

I whimpered in fear, shaking my head quickly. Pete left to get Patrick as my eyes filled with tears.

“N-no, don't wanna go anywhere with anyone,” I cried.

“Baby, baby, it’s okay,” Frank reassured, pulling me into his lap and rubbing my back. “It's just for a little bit. Patrick's your friend, you can trust him. Sweetheart, it's gonna be okay. It's either you go with him for a little bit or you go back home, the police might come. But if you go back home then I don't know if I'll ever get to see you again.”

I sniffled and wrapped my arms.

“F-fine,” I whimpered. “B-but I’m not taking any sippy cups from him.”

“Okay,” Frank said. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and pack you an overnight bag.”

He grabbed everything, helping me get dressed into some fuzzy pajama pants and a white t-shirt. Frank put my coat on me and my hat on, giving me a small, sad smile. He walked me to the garage where Patrick was waiting in one of the cars. Frank opened the door for me. I whimpered, hesitating as I got into the passenger seat. I rolled down the window and Frank leaned down and smiled.

“Goodbye, princess,” he said.

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

“You got everything?” He asked. “Your bag? Your paci and your stuffie?”

I nodded and he gave me a kiss.

“You be good now, okay?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy,” I replied. “I love you.”

“I love you too, kitten,” Frank said.

He reached in, giving me a hug. I sniffled, giving him another kiss. Frank pulled away and I whined as Patrick started driving away. I rolled up my window and looked at Patrick nervously.

“Gee, I'm your friend,” he said. “I won't hurt you.”

“Wh-where are we going?” I asked.

“Frank has a safe house down on the coast in Perth Amboy,” Patrick said. “It's about an hour and a half away. We're just gonna stay there for a little bit until Frank and Pete says it's safe and they'll come down to get us.”

I whimpered, feeling more tears fill my eyes.

“Don't worry, Gee, it's gonna be fine,” Patrick reassured. “Get some sleep.”

I really didn't want to but either way I closed my eyes and quietly cried myself to sleep as Patrick reached over to hold my hand.