Rebel Chic

Chapter 13

It's been two days since Frank left and I was so bored. I laid on the top of the stairs, cuddled with Casper while I just waited for something exciting to happen. Apparently, I got that wish not twenty minutes later.

“What do you think of Frank's new fucktoy?” One man asked.

They were two guards her were standing just near the stairs so I can hear.

“I don't like him, I like the last one better,” the other guy said.

Fucktoy?

Last one?!

“Yeah, this one cries a lot more,” the first one said. “He's such a brat.”

My eyes filled with tears as I hugged Casper.

“Yeah, Frank's old fucktoy was better, she would bake us cookies,” the first one said. “This one barely even knows how to tie his own shoes.”

How could they say such mean things?

“And f**k now Frank is falling in love, we all can tell,” the second one said.

“Yeah, and you know what happens when Frank falls in love,” the man said. “He gets dangerous.”

I burst into tears, running to find Patrick, who was organizing some books on a shelf. I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back.

“I want daddy,” I cried.

“He's working,” Patrick said.

“Please, I need him,” I begged.

Patrick sighed. “I might be able to get ahold of him.”

I nodded quickly as he pulled out his phone. He did some things and put the phone to his ear.

“Pete? Can you put Frank on the phone?” Patrick asked. “Gee wants to talk to him.”

He handed the phone to me and I bit my lip.

“Gerard?” Frank asked and I whimpered from how stressed he sounded.

“Daddy!” I cried. “They were being so mean!”

“Who was?” He asked distractedly.

“Your workers, they were saying such mean things!” I exclaimed.

“Uh-huh,” Frank mumbled.

He wasn't even listening.

“Daddy!” I cried.

“Gerard, I told you not to call me while I'm working,” Frank scolded.

I cried as I heard some loud sounds in the background. Frank hung up and I handed Patrick his phone back. I went downstairs and saw the two people who were mean.

“I told my daddy on you and he's gonna be mad,” I pouted.

Their eyes widened and they panicked.

“Kid, you can't do that,” one said.

“I did,” I stated, crossing my arms. “And my daddy's gonna yell at you.”

“He's gonna do a lot more than just yell,” the other said.

I pouted, going off to Frank's room. I laid on the bed, cuddled up in the big warm blanket. I tried to take a nap but I was too sad to sleep. I missed daddy’s cuddles so much.

About an hour later, the front door burst open. I whimpered sitting up as I heard shouting. I went downstairs, seeing a lot of people moving around. I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Frank. He was bleeding and bruised and looked really hurt. Patrick went to go look at him, even though I could tell he wanted to help Pete first.

“You're fine, nothing broken, sprained, or twisted,” Patrick said. “Just cuts and bruises.”

I ran to Frank, crying as I was scared to hug him because I might hurt him. Frank kissed my forehead gently and I whimpered. I held his hand and pulled him upstairs to his room.

“Do you want a bubble bath, daddy?” I asked. “It can help you feel better, you have so many boo boos.”

“Yeah, baby, that sounds fine,” Frank sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I hurried to the bathroom to run him a bath, making sure to put lots of bubbles. I looked back at Frank, who was taking off his clothes. I whimpered as I looked at him. It looks like he was beat up really bad and that thought makes me so sad. Who would wanna hurt my daddy?

“It's done,” I said quietly.

Frank came over, getting into the tub. I watched sadly as the water turned a light shade of pink from the blood. Frank sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. He looked so tired.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle, pouring some onto my hands as I rubbed his hair. The bleached parts were reddish from blood and my eyes filled with tears. Frank sighed in content, leaning into my touch. I washed his hair, watching as it got clean with my gentle touch.

“Are you okay, daddy?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby, I'll be fine,” Frank mumbled.

I rinsed his hair off and kissed the top of his head gently.

“What Were you talking about when you called?” Frank asked. “I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention earlier, I was busy.”

“It's not important,” I mumbled.

Frank opened his eyes and looked over at me.

“Of course it's important, what was it?” He asked.

“S-some of your workers were being mean,” I whispered.

Frank's face immediately looked angry.

“How were they being mean?” He asked.

“They were saying mean things about me,” I said.

“What'd they say?” He asked, his jaw clenching.

“Th-they said I was just your fucktoy and that I was a brat who cries too much,” I whimpered. “They said they liked your last toy better and that they hated me.”

Frank stared straight ahead and I whimpered. He got up suddenly, drying himself off. He wasn't dirty anymore and I could see the small cuts and bruises that littered his skin. Frank got into sweatpants and a t-shirt, going downstairs.

“Meeting room, now!” Frank yelled.

I whimpered, holding onto his hand as we walked in. People immediately came in and I hid behind Frank slightly.

“Now, baby boy, who was the one being mean to you?” Frank asked.

I whimpered, looking at the two people who were giving me pleading looks. I pointed to them and Frank glared.

“Go wait out in the hallway, baby,” Frank said.

I shook my head, clinging to his side. Patrick came over and held my hand, bringing me out into the hallway and he shut the door behind us. I pressed my ear up against the door to listen.

“You f*****g hurt my baby,” Frank spat. “How dare you f*****g disrespect him.”

There were two gunshots and I flinched from the loud sound. Frank opened the door and held my hand, bringing me upstairs. I clung to his side as I whimpered. Frank took off his clothes, wincing slightly as it rubbed against his skin. He put on just a loose pair of boxers instead.

“If anyone is mean to you again just tell me,” Frank said.

I nodded slowly and he gave me a soft kiss.

“Let's go get you changed into your jammies,” Frank said.

I nodded as we went to my room. I changed into a purple nightgown, holding onto his hand.

“Where do you wanna sleep, baby?” He asked.

I pointed to him and he smiled. We went back to his room and he laid down, wincing slightly in pain. I stood at the foot of the bed nervously.

“Princess, what are you doing all the way over there?” He asked. “Come cuddle with daddy.”

I whimpered and crawled into the bed as he turned off the light but I was too scared to touch him. I laid next to him, both of us looking at each other in the dark.

“What's wrong, baby boy?” He asked.

“I-I don't wanna hurt you,” I whispered.

“Babydoll, it's just a few scratches, I'm fine,” he said.

“But what if you weren't?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?” Frank replied.

“Wh-what if you weren't fine? Wh-what if you never came home?” I whimpered, my lip quivering.

“That won't happen,” Frank promised. “No matter what I will always come back to you.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“I promise,” Frank stated.

I smiled, snuggling up against him as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his warm skin pressed against mine and it was so nice.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered.

I froze and Frank looked down at me in confusion.

“What's wrong?” He asked.

“The mean workers said that when you're in love you're dangerous,” I said. “A-are you gonna hurt me?”

“Baby, I would never hurt you,” Frank denied. “I love you, baby, I'll protect you forever.”

“Th-then why would they say something like that?” I asked.

“I don't know, sweetheart,” Frank said. “But I would never hurt you.”

I nodded, resting my head on his chest. Frank ran his fingers through my hair and I sighed in content.

“I love you too, daddy,” I said.

Frank kissed my forehead and I smiled, but soon frowned again.

“Wh-what if you didn't come home?” I asked. “What would I do?”

“You would still be living here and I would make sure someone else treats you like the princess you are,” Frank stated.

“I don't wanna be here without you,” I denied. “I wouldn't wanna be in this big, empty house if you weren't here.”

Frank wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I could feel the way he winced when my body pressed against his skin.

“Baby boy, I just want you to do whatever makes you happy,” Frank said. “But just know that I will come back through that door every time I leave.”

“I-it scares me whenever you leave,” I mumbled. “I'm afraid you won't come back and then I'll be all alone. O-or what if you get hurt really bad and you won't be able to do things like hug me or cuddle me anymore? What if you just go missing and nobody knows what happens and you just don't ever come home with no explanation? Or what if--”

“Gee, baby, stop it,” Frank scolded. “Don't think like that, okay? I've been doing this for years, I'm completely fine. You don't need to worry about me at all.”

“Okay,” I mumbled sadly.

Frank kissed my forehead and I looked up, giving him a small smile.

“I love you, daddy,” I said.

“I love you too, baby boy,” Frank said.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, sighing quietly as I fell asleep in his arms.