LAST CHAPTER!

When money lost momentum,
And the bills were piling high
Then the smile had finally faded,
From the apple of their eye.
They were young and independent,
And they thought they had it planned.
Should have known right from the start
You can't predict the end.

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"Gerard Arthur Way, tell me where it is right now!" Frank shouted.

I whimpered at his tone, shaking my head and shrinking further into myself. Frank yelled out in frustration, pulling at his hair and kicking a box.

"I can't fucking deal with this right now," he grumbled, stomping into the other room.

I was starting to lose feeling in my arm but I didn't really care, as long as it'll stop us from moving. Frank stormed back in and looked at me.

"Gerard, I will count to three and you will tell me where it is," Frank warned. "One...two...three..."

I didn't say anything.

"You're in so much fucking trouble," Frank muttered, leaving again.

I had handcuffed my right arm to the handle of the fridge while daddy was sleeping. I refuse to move from this spot so that way we don't have to move. I also hid the key so he couldn't unlock it.

"Gerard, the movers will be here in an hour and a half and we don't have everything packed yet!" Frank yelled from the other room. "They're gonna charge us a lot extra for keeping them late!"

I continued crying, still refusing to move an inch. Frank came back in and kneeled in front of me, placing a hand on my thigh.

"Princess, just tell me where the key is, okay?" He asked softly, clearly trying to sweet talk me.

I shook my head and he groaned. He stood up, kicking one of the many boxes that littered the house, making me flinch.

"Gerard, you will tell me where the key is this instant," he demanded, his tone completely serious.

I cowered away, slowly shaking my head. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger.

"Gerard, if you don't tell me right now then I'll take away all your stuffies, pacis and tv time for a month," he threatened. "And you'll have to sleep alone for two weeks."

My eyes widened and I froze. I don't want that, I need my toys and I need to cuddle with him. Frank looked like he thought I was going to give in but I shook my head.

"It is taking everything within me to not explode on you," Frank said lowly, making me look away in fear. "I am going to find that damn key and you are going to be in so much trouble."

He left to go search again and I bit my lip, trying to stop my sobbing. I wiped away my tears with my left hand, not feeling anything in my right hand. That arm was elevated above my head so all the blood was flowing out of the limb. I looked at the box that had all my stuffies and toys stored away in them solemnly. I'll save them from that prison. I'll save us all from having to leave this place.

"Gerard, we don't have time for this shit," Frank said as he walked back in, looking at me seriously as he then looked like he remembered something. "Oh, I know where it is!"

I panicked, my eyes flickering to the oven before going back to him. Frank followed my gaze and smirked. He walked to the oven, opening it up. His hand ran along the inside of it until he pulled it out and held up the key. I cried, shaking my head and pressing myself against the cold aluminum fridge.

"No!" I shrieked. "You tricked me! Please don't! Daddy no!"

He came over, unlocking the cuff around my wrist and grabbing it before I could pull away. I cried harder as he stood me up my feet and dragged me into the living room, guiding me into the corner facing the walls.

"Time out, don't move," he said angrily.

He left to go finish packing while I cried, my body wracked with sobs. I could hear him moving around and I looked over my shoulder to see him angrily shoving things into boxes.

"Turn around," he growled without looking up.

I jumped, looking back at the wall and wiping my tears away. He continued packing things up while I stood here in time out. I could hear him shuffling things and taping boxes closed. I tried to calm myself, thinking of a way to get out of trouble, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. It seemed forever before he finished packing and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me over as he sat on the couch and bent me over his knee.

"Daddy, please don't," I cried.

I tried to stand up but Frank used his left hand on my back to keep me down. Frank didn't say anything, lifting up my white skirt and pulling down my panties. I felt the first smack without warning and I cried out as it stung.

"Count," Frank growled.

"O-one," I whimpered.

His hand came down across my bum again and I bit my lip.

"Two," I counted.

Most of the time I like spankings, but I just wasn't in the mood. This was one of the times it actually hurt a lot and I didn't enjoy one second of it. I knew I could just use my safe word but I also knew I deserved this.

"Th-thirty," I cried when he finally finished.

Frank's hand rested on my bum, rubbing the stinging skin soothingly. He pulled my panties up and sat me so I straddled his hips.

"Baby, I need you to talk to me," Frank stated. "Why would you do this?"

I cried, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and burying my face into the crook of his neck. He rubbed my back, kissing my head.

"Princess, it's okay," he said softly.

"I-I don't wanna go," I whispered. "Please don't take me, I don't wanna leave."

He pushed my shoulders so I would pull back and look at him. Frank's eyes were glistening with tears, one slipping down his cheek.

"I don't wanna leave either," he choked out.

Seeing him cry only made me cry harder.

"I need to be here or else everything will be ruined," I cried.

"What are you talking about?" Frank asked.

I shook my head, looking down at my lap.

"Hey, baby boy, you can tell me anything," Frank said quietly.

"This is my castle," I said after a moment of silence. "I need to be here with you. If I'm not here then I don't have a really big castle, if I don't have a castle then I can't be a princess. I won't be your princess anymore."

Frank grabbed the back of my neck, bringing my face to his and crash my lips against his. He kissed me chastely, emotion seeming to pour between us like the rain that spills off the edges of roofs. Frank pulled away for air, both of us panting as our foreheads rested against each other.

"I love you," he whispered. "And you'll be my princess no matter where we live, whether we're rich or poor, I'll always be here for you."

"Then why don't we just stay here," I suggested.

Frank sighed and pulled away, while I silently cursed myself for breaking the mood.

"We can't," he stated but I was still confused.

"I know we can't, you've said that before," I replied. "But why can't we?"

Frank ran his hand through my hair gently and I couldn't help but momentarily close my eyes in content. I looked back and saw him looking dismal again.

"Because the bank is taking our house away," he said sadly.

"Are they allowed to do that?" I asked.

Frank nodded sadly. "We can't pay our bills or taxes or mortgages, we have no choice but to leave."

I wiped away his tears and he gave me a gentle smile.

"It's gonna be okay, baby, we can make it through this," he said.

Frank kissed my forehead, gently rubbing my bum and making me wince in pain.

"Here, let me go get the stuff to make it feel better," Frank said.

He stood me up to my feet, searching through one of the boxes until he pulled out the tube he wanted. I bent over with my hands on the couch. He again lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties, soothing the skin with the ointment.

"Good boy," Frankie muttered softly, giving my bum a soft squeeze before standing me up and fixing my clothes.

He kissed me gently, fixing my unruly hair.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.

"No, there's isn't," Frank said. "I've already tried everything."

There was a knock on the door, making us both jump. Frank fixed himself up before going to open it, greeting the movers. They began putting the boxes and furniture into the big truck and Frank wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm gonna go help them out, okay?" Frank said. "We're gonna have to leave soon."

I nodded sadly and he grabbed a nearby box, bringing it outside. I walked around the house, looking sadly at the empty rooms. I walked into our bedroom, which was stripped of all its usual furniture. I laid down in the center, crying softly to myself.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said. "All my good memories are being taken away. I love this house."

I laid there for a while until Frank knocked softly and opened the door.

"We have to leave now, baby," he said.

I stared at the ceiling, wiping the tears off my face. He held a hand and for me, which I sadly took.

"It's gonna be okay," Frank reassured. "We're gonna get through this, it's just a little rough patch. It's you and I against the world, the two of us will always be together. You'll be a princess no matter where you are, I'll love you always. We can be homeless and you'd still be my sweet, perfect little princess. I will love you until the day I die and nothing could ever change that."

I hugged him right, never wanting to let go. He lead me to the car as we drove to our new, small apartment. As we opened the door to our new home, I knew that Frank was right.

Everything's gonna be okay.