So this took so long bc I was deciding wether or not I should make it sad soz but I'm also not sure if I like this chapter

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A loud bang resonated throughout the room, accompanied by something that sounded almost like a crack. That enough seemed  to scare Bert into dropping the knife and leaving the house. I cried, dropping down beside Frank's body. Blood dripped from his forehead and I panicked, shaking his body.

"Daddy, daddy wake up," I cried. "Daddy please, I need you."

I searched through his pockets, grabbing his phone and dialing Mikey's number.

"Hey, Frank, what's--"

"Mikey!" I interrupted. "Bert was here and things happened and Frank was gone and now he's here but Bert is gone and Frankie won't wake up and I don't know what to do."

"Slow down," Mikey said calmly. "What's wrong?"

"Frankie's hurt and he won't wake up," I said.

"Okay, shit--wait no, I can't swear in front of the baby," Mikey said. "I'll send Pete over there to help, he went to that medical camp one time."

"Please hurry," I cried.

"Okay, he'll be over there as soon as possible," Mikey said.

I nodded, hanging up the phone and looking down at Frank's still body. I cried harder, shaking his shoulders again.

"Please wake up, daddy," I whimpered.

Oh my goodness, what if he's dead? I killed Frank. What have I done? I killed him, I killed my daddy.

I sobbed, hugging his limp body, burying my face into his chest. I heard the front door shut and Pete's footsteps.

"Gee?" He called. "The front door was open, where are you?"

"I-in here," I replied weakly.

Pete walked into the kitchen, taking in the scene before him.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Pete kneeled beside me next to Frank, looking at the injury on his head.

"What happened?" He asked, eyeing the teapot that laid nearby, a spot of blood on it.

I tried to speak but I only cried more, feeling like I was going to hyperventilate. He rubbed my back soothingly, shushing me gently.

"It's okay, Gee," he reassured softly. "Why don't you go get dressed and I'll get Frank onto the couch, okay?"

I nodded, looking at Frank once more before going upstairs. I took off my thigh highs, putting on a pair of panties and soft pastel pink footy pajamas that had little grey elephants on them. I grabbed my paci and Pippi for comfort before heading back downstairs. Pete had just finished dragging Frank onto the couch as I sat down by Frank's head, sucking on my paci and cuddling Pippi to my chest.

"What happened exactly?" Pete asked.

"Bert came and was hurting me," I said around the pacifier, pausing to take a deep breath as more tears fell. "He was gonna  hurt Frank with a sharp knife so Frank said to hit him with the teapot. I was about to but Bert stumbled and moved out of the way so I ended up hitting daddy instead."

Pete went to grab the first aid kit and came back, beginning to clean the cut on his forehead.

"It's okay, Gee," he said.

"Is he dead?" I asked nervously.

Pete looked up at me in shock. "No, of course he isn't dead. It looks like you just knocked him out."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, his heart is still beating," Pete said.

I leaned down, pressing my ear against his chest, hearing the quiet sounds of his beating heart. I sighed in relief, sitting back up and holding Pippi tight. Pete was bandaging up Frank's forehead carefully.

"He's might have a slight concussion," Pete said.

"That sounds bad," I remarked nervously.

"A lot of people get concussions but he should be fine," Pete said.

I yawned and he looked up from where he was taping down the gauze.

"You should get some sleep, it's already half past eleven," he said. "I'll take care of Frank for you."

I shook my head. "I wanna stay with daddy."

Pete sighed, finishing up the bandaging. I sucked on the paci as he packed the things away back in the small white case.

"Does he need to go to the hospital?" I asked.

"He shouldn't," Pete said. "I'm sure he doesn't even have a concussion, the most is just a very minor one. Just make sure he gets enough rest and doesn't do anything too mentally or physically straining."

I nodded as his phone buzzed.

"Fuck, Bronx won't sleep," he said, reading it aloud. "It's his first night and he's still uncomfortable around the two of us. I should get going before Mikey gets too frustrated. I'll talk to you later, Gee."

"Thanks, Pete," I said. "You know, for helping Frankie, I'll see you."

He smiled, kissing my cheek and letting himself out the front door. I grabbed a nearby blanket, scooting Frank over so he was on his side. The movement left space for me to lay beside him, my back cuddling against his chest as I put one of his arms around me and covered us up with the blanket.

After a while of sleeping, Frank's movements woke me up. Sun was shining through the curtains, illuminating the room in early morning light. Frank groaned, turning and knocking me off the couch. I yelped as I fell to the ground, pulling the blanket down with me.

"Shit," Frank muttered tiredly, looking down at me. "You okay, baby?"

I nodded, looking up at him.

"I'm sorry for hitting you, daddy, I didn't mean to. I was going to get him but then he moved out of the way and, daddy, I was so worried about you, I thought you died and--"

"Don't worry about me, sugar, I'm fine, how are you?" Frank asked. "I hate him, was that Bert that you told me about?"

I nodded sadly.

"Are you okay though?" He asked.

I only shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Baby, we can go to the police and tell someone about it," Frank said.

"I just wanna cuddle with you, daddy," I said.

He opened his arms and I crawled up into them, laying on top of him. He stroked my hair gently, the other hand resting on the small of my back. My head was on his chest, sighing in content as he kissed the top of my head. I listened to the soft beating of his heart, loving the sound of it more than anything else in the world.

"I love you, Princess," he whispered.

"I love you too, daddy," I repeated.

I snuggled against his chest, feeling safe in his arms. I managed to block out any thoughts of Bert and focus on the man who was holding me lovingly. He groaned gently and I looked up.

"Sorry, I've just got a migraine," Frank said. "How about I make us some breakfast? What do you want?"

"It's okay, daddy, you just need to rest," I said. "I'll cook you something."

"No, baby, you don't need to do that," Frank said.

"Just lay here and relax, I'll take care of my daddy for today," I said.

I kissed him softly and stood up. I went to the kitchen, realizing that I didn't really know how to cook. Wait, I know how to make eggs. We can have eggs and toast. I pulled out the pan, setting it on the stove. I grabbed eggs out of the fridge, cracking four of them and putting them on the pan. I put two pieces of toast into the toaster, standing back with pride. Well, this is simple enough.

"Daddy, what kind of jam do you want on your toast?" I asked.

"We only have strawberry!" Frank called back in reply.

I opened the fridge and saw that he was right. The toast popped up, making me jump as I glared at it momentarily. I grabbed two plates, putting one toast on each and slathering them in jam. At this point, the eggs had finished. I used a spatula and put two on each plate, looking at them proudly. I carried them back to the living room, handing one to frank who was sitting up on the couch.

"Thank you, baby," Frank said, kissing my cheek.

I smiled proudly, beginning to eat. While I was chewing, I glanced over at Frank's outfit. It was still what he was wearing yesterday, a wrinkled white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a black tie that was loosened and black jeans. When we finished, we set our plates onto the coffee table and Frank held me in his arms.

"I don't want anyone to touch you like that ever again," he muttered against my hair, kissing the side of my head.

I smiled, holding onto one of his hands with both of mine.

"I need to get some medicine," Frank groaned.

I jumped up before him.

"I'll get it for you," I said. "You rest."

Frank chuckled as I kissed his forehead and hurried into the kitchen. I grabbed two pain reliever pills and a glass of water before heading back. He swallowed the two, drinking half the water when the doorbell rang.

"Who's here at nine in the morning?" Frank wondered, standing up.

I bit my lip, I didn't want to get it, afraid that something might happen again, but I don't want Frank to work too hard. I held onto his arm as he walked to the door. I stood behind him as he opened it to two men in suits. They handed him a piece of paper before they started walking away. Frank was silent and I could feel his hand shaking lightly.

"Please!" He called after the men, but they just ignored him. "Just give us more time!"

They drove off and Frank cursed, shutting the door. He started walking towards his office with me still grasping his arm.

"Baby, I have to go work," he said, trying to get me to let go.

"No, daddy, you can't!" I exclaimed. "You need to rest!"

"Princess, I'm fine," Frank stated, irritated. "Just let go and let me go work or else I'll put you in time out."

I whimpered, slowly letting go and looked down at my feet. He went into his office, shutting the door behind him. I could hear him swearing through the wooden door. I sat outside the room, grabbing Pippi and my paci. I curled up into a ball on the floor as I waited for him to finish.