When I went into my English class my teacher was playing Helena and then at the end of class he slammed his hand down on my desk and was like "DID YOU HEAR THAT MCR"

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"Hey can you go to a funeral with me?" Frank asked.

"A-a funeral?" I asked in shock. "When?"

"Now," He said.

"o-okay," I mumbled.

"I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes," Frank stated before hanging up.

I frowned in confusion before I grabbed a simple black dress and a pair of black kitten heels.

"Where are you going?" Jamia asked when I walked into the kitchen.

"A funeral, I guess," I said. "Frank just asked me to go."

Soon enough the buzzer rang and I went out to see Frank in a simple black suit. He took my hand and brought me over to the limo. I was surprised to find out it wasn't empty, there were three other men here.

"Gee, this is Pete, Brendon, and Andy Biersack," Frank said. "This is my boyfriend, Gee."

I looked down shyly as I slide into my seat. The three other men sat on the long bench, Frank and I were on the smaller bench. Frank placed a hand on my thigh and it was deathly quiet. The awkwardness was unsettling, it made me just fidget in my seat for the sole purpose of making some sort of noise.

We finally got to the destination and I sighed in relief. I frowned when I saw we were at the cemetery and Frank and I walked a bit behind the other group of people.

"Whose funeral is this?" I asked.

"One of my men's," he said.

"Was he a friend?" I asked

Frank nodded and I squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry," I said.

We got to the grave and I looked around. There was the people from the limo, a couple other men in suits and what looked like some family. Everyone here was stoic, even the family didn't seem fazed.

Everything about this was so weird. We were going straight to the grave? No ceremony? No emotions? This person must've been young if they were working for Frank but they already had a headstone made.

"How'd he die?" I asked quietly.

"Gunshot wound," Pete said.

Frank sent him a scathing look and Pete quickly looked away.

"He was murdered?" I asked in shock.

"It...it was a gun," Frank said. "He killed himself."

I looked down sadly and he squeezed my hand.

"Don't disrespect his name," the man, who I assumed was the victim's father, said. "He was murdered, this wasn't no suicide."

"Will you guys shut the fuck Up?" Frank asked.

I looked at Frank nervously. It had to have been disrespectful to say that sort of thing here. I whimpered, pressing myself closer to Frank's side as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

It was so emotionless as they lowered the casket into the ground. It seemed almost like everyone was expecting this. I couldn't help myself as I picked a flower and tossed it down onto the smooth black coffin. My eyes were watering as I thought about him in his last moments before he was murdered. He must've been scared.

"Aren't you gonna say a few words or something?" I asked.

Frank shook his head and that only made me frown more. Poor guy doesn't get a real funeral. The people here seem like they only came because they were obligated to.

Everyone left as soon as possible and my eyes watered. Frank seemed to notice because he had the limo leave us behind alone in the cemetery, promising his friends he would call himself a cab.

"Baby? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked.

"B-because your friend didn't get a proper burial," I sobbed. "And I don't wanna see someone live his whole life and to have no one care when he gets killed."

"It's not that we don't care," Frank said. "It's just...it's just complicated."

"How is it complicated? Your friend died and you act like it's nothing," I said.

"I know that it's not nothing but I'm just used to it," he said.

"Why are you used to it?" I asked.

Frank sighed. "Let's go get some ice cream."

"No, I don't want you to keep evading all my questions," I stated.

"I don't wanna argue with you I'm the middle of a cemetery," he said. "People here are trying to say goodbye to loved ones."

"Fine, we'll go home and argue then," I said.

"No, we aren't going to argue," Frank said.

He took my hand, bringing me to the gates.

"Frank, everything about you is weird," I said. "It's all just really fucking weird."

"It's just that everyone I know comes from really heavy smokers and drinkers, we don't have a long life expectancy," he said.

"But he was murdered," I said.

"No, his dad just blames the cigarette company for his cancer," Frank said.

"I thought he died from a gun, not from cancer," I said.

"Yeah But he was terminally ill and that's one of the factors that lead to his suicide," Frank said. "It was a big factor, actually, which is why his dad blames the company."

I sniffled quietly and he held my hand.

"Come on, Baby Boy, let's go back to my house," he said.

Frank called us a cab and I stayed quiet the whole time. He brought me home and went to his office. He sat down and I sat on his desk, picking up the picture frame. It was of some people who looked similar to Frank. The picture was old and had a few men dress in pinstripe suits and holding Tommy guns.

"Woah," I muttered. "Who is this?"

"My dad loves old movies so much he framed it and put it on his desk," Frank said with a small chuckle. "I swear he was crazy or something."

Frank pat his lap and I set the picture down, moving to straddle his hips. Frank pulled me in for a soft kiss and it was sweet for a moment before I pulled away.

"I-I don't think we should," I mumbled.

"Why not?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck.

"Because we were arguing and you just buried your friend," I said.

He squeezed my ass and I whimpered before shaking my head.

"Red light, Daddy," I said.

Frank nodded, looking down.

"Are you upset about your friend?" I asked.

"A little but we all saw it coming," he said.

"You knew he was going to commit suicide and you didn't do anything?" I asked.

"No, I just knew he wasn't going to live long because of the cancer so I was already ready for his death," he said.

I frowned quietly and laid my head down on his shoulder.

"How are your nightmares, Baby?" He asked.

"They're getting a little better," I said.

"Do you wanna stay the night?" He asked. "We can cuddle."

I nodded and he gave me a kiss.

"You want some ice cream?" He asked.

"I'm too sad to eat," I said.

"Why are you sad?" He asked.

"Cemeteries always make me sad, I just think of all the people who lost their family," I said.

Frank ran his fingers through my hair and I bit my lip.

"Daddy?" I asked, lifting my head up. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"Never," he stated.

I kissed his forehead and he smiled.

"What do you wanna Do then?" He asked.

"Nappy," I said.

Frank carried me upstairs and tucked me into his bed. He cuddled with me and I sighed happily.

"You're so amazing," I mumbled. "I'm glad that I got a Daddy as nice as you. I don't like arguing with you."

"I don't like arguing either," he said. "We're not gonna argue again, 'kay?"

I nodded happily an dhe gave me a kiss. Although I was tired, I wasn't quite tired enough to fall asleep. I just laid in his arms sleepily as I watched him. Frank ended up being the one to fall asleep and I smiled as I stood up.

I looked around curiously and picked up the picture on his dresser. It was a picture of him and his mom smiling together. I grabbed the picture next to it and giggled. Frank was just a little boy and dressed in pajamas with big blue sunglasses as he sat on the ground smiling. God, he was such a cute little kid.

I looked at some of the jewelry on his desk. There were fancy watches, silver rings, and gold chains. I picked up a beautiful shiny chain. It slipped through my fingers and dropped to the ground and I frowned. I got down to pick it up when I saw a safe underneath the bed.

Curiosity washed over me and I tried to open it but found it locked. I put in his birthday but that didn't open it. Next I tried my own birthday but got nothing. I put in every number I could possibly think of but no matter what I tried the door didn't budge.

The bed creaked quietly as Frank shifted and I sat up quickly. Thankfully he was still asleep as I snuggled up to his side again. He hummed happily, kissing my cheek. I watched him as he slept again. He looked so peaceful. He was always so stressed out with work and I wished I could just take all that stress and throw it out the window instead. I didn't want him to worry about a single thing.

"Hey, Baby Boy," he mumbled sleepily.

"Hi, Daddy," I giggled.

Frank smiled, pulling me closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Daddy," I said.

He didn't seem upset about his friend dying at all. No one seemed upset. And although Frank gave me explanations and reasonings, it didn't stop the questions that swam through my head.