"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked.

I looked in the cupboard but most of the stuff was cleared out, at least all the perishables. I found some crackers and peanut butter.

"How's crackers and peanut butter?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, I don't eat," he said.

I frowned, putting the stuff away.

"Okay, I won't eat either," I said.

"What? No, you need to eat," Frank said.

"But...but what if you get jealous because I can eat and you can't?" I asked.

"I'm not jealous," he said.

I bit my lip, sitting down next to him.

"You know how family would get sad when you wouldn't eat after I died?" Frank asked and I nodded. "I'll get sad if you don't eat too."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby, you need to eat," he said, going to grab the crackers and peanut butter.

"And you're not jealous?" I asked.

"Of course not," Frank denied, pulling me into his lap.

I smiled, eating happily.

"So, how about after you eat we go back home," frank suggested.

I shook my head.

"I'm gonna stay here with you forever," I said.

"Baby boy, I love you and all but you can't do that," he said.

I pouted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes I can," I stated.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, humming happily.

"C'mon, finish eating," he said.

I sighed and finished up my breakfast. As I put stuff away, I couldn't help but notice the layer of dust that covered everything. I went to the closet, finding some rags. Frank helped me clean everything up and I smiled, sitting on the couch and patting the spot beside me. I smiled as he sat down and I straddled his hips.

"I wanna play a game," I said. "Me and Mama used to play a game where we would draw a picture and have to guess what the other person drawed."

"Like pictionary?" Frank asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "Nuh-uh, it's called draw and guess."

Frank smiled softly and kissed my forehead.

"You're so cute," he muttered.

I went to the desk drawer, finding a pen and a notepad. I set it down again as I frowned and sat next to frank.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asked.

"I-I have a question," I said. "Me and lindsey did sex, does that mean that she was pregnant?"

Frank didn't say anything as he bit his lip. "I don't know, baby boy."

"S-so I could've been a daddy too?" I asked.

"Hey, baby, let's play draw and guess," frank said, picking up the notepad and pen.

He started scribbling something before he held it up with a big smile that looked all too fake.

"Don't wanna play," I pouted, hitting the notebook out of his hand. "I only want Mama."

"Only Mama? You don't even want me?" He asked.

"No," I stated, looking away. "I don't want you, I only want Mama."

I waited for some sort of reply but never got any. I looked back over and frank was gone. My chest clenched in panic as I looked around. I screamed, falling to my knees.

"Daddy no!" I shrieked. "Daddy please! I didn't mean it! Please! Don't leave me again!"

I curled into a little ball as I sobbed, my whole body shaking. I lost my daddy again and both times were my fault. And this time it was his choice, he doesn't want me anymore. I said mean things, I was a monster.

"Baby boy," a voice said softly twenty minutes later.

My head snapped over and I saw Frank standing above me. I cried, hugging his legs.

"Daddy I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I didn't mean those mean words, I'm a monster."

"No, you're not a monster," he denied, picking me up. "You're my sweet little angel, I love you. I just had to go do something."

"What's you do?" I asked.

"it's a secret," he stated. "C'mon, let's go cuddle."

He carried me to the bedroom and I cuddled up with him. I smiled softly, glad he wasn't angry at me. I'd be so upset if he was angry at me and he actually went away, then I'd have no one.

"I love you, daddy," I said.

"I love you too, princess," he said.

"And tomorrow can we go see my Mama?" I asked. "We're living here now, we're gonna need more clothes and food. And none of my toys are here either, they're back at my other house. Well, that's not my house anymore. This is our house and it's perfect."

"Won't your dad miss you?" He asked "and won't you miss Mikey and Pete?"

"Well, if they're nice then they can visit us here," I said.

"But you'll have to go home to tell them where you are," he said.

"Nuh uh," I denied. "I'm never going to go back again. My Mama misses me and I miss her, it's not fair that we can't see each other even if we miss each other."

"Maybe if you go back home you can have a nice, calm talk with your dad and tell him how you feel," he said.

"I don't think he will let me still," I said. "He's a meanie."

"He's not a meanie," Frank denied. "He's just scared, sweetheart."

"Why would he be scared?" I asked.

"Because he lost you for seventeen years, he missed you and he's afraid that maybe if you see your mom then maybe he won't see you again," he explained.

I whimpered and looked down.

"But he's making me sad," I said.

"Then just talk to him and listen to his side of things too," he said.

I sighed, looking down.

"I don't wanna talk," I stated. "I wanna cuddle."

Frank smiled, hugging me close. We laid like this for a while when I heard the front door burst open. I shrieked, hiding under the bed.

It was like when the police took me away all over again.

I covered my ears, shaking and crying. Frank ran his fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead.

"Don't worry, baby, it's just your dad," he whispered.

"How do you know?" I asked.

The bedroom door opened and I peeked out at the feet.

"Gerard?" My dad asked.

I held onto Frank's hand and saw my dad walk around the bed.

"Whoa, this is where Gee actually grew up?" Mikey asked. "It's a shithole."

"Just find him," my dad stated as he walked out.

I stayed quiet, holding Frank's hand tight. Someone else walked in, getting onto his knees to peek under the bed. Pete looked at me for a minute before crawling under and laying down beside me.

"Hi, Gee," he whispered.

I sniffled, wishing Frank was still here.

"You wanna come out with me?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Your dad won't be mad," Pete promised. "He's just worried."

He held onto my hand and we walked out. My dad immediately pulled me into a hug.

"You scared me so much," he said.

"How'd you find me?" I asked.

"Where else could you possibly go, Gee? It was either here or the Iero's house. Come on, let's just go home," my dad said. "We can talk later."

I pouted and crossed my arms.

"No, I'm not going," I denied. "I'm staying here, this is my home."

"Gerard, stop it, let's just go," he said.

"Wanna stay here," I stated.

"You can't stay here," my dad said. "You're not able to live alone, you don't know how to."

"But I'm not alone," I said. "Frankie will take care of me."

"I think it's been a long day, let's just head home," my dad said.

"No, I wanna see my Mama," I said.

"We can talk about that at home," he said.

I cried, shaking my head. "I already am home! This is my home!"

"It's not your home," my dad denied.

He pulled me towards the door and I sat down so he couldn't move me.

"I want my Mama!" I sobbed.

He tried to pull me up but I refused.

"Fine, Gerard, you can go see your mother," he sighed.

I perked up, wiping my eyes. I sniffled, grabbing my bag as I walked out with them. I sat in the back with Mikey, holding onto his hand. We drove for a while in complete silence until we pulled up to Pete's house.

"Thank you, Mr. Way," he said quietly as he got out.

"Mikey, how about you go too?" My dad suggested.

Mikey nodded, getting out of the car. I watched him go in dread. My dad was so mad at me. I sniffled, pulling my knees up to my chest. We got to my house and he shut off the engine and got out but I refused to move.

"Come on, Gerard," he said, opening my door.

"No, you're gonna yell at me," I said.

"I won't yell," he stated.

"Pwomise?" I asked.

"Yes, I promise I won't yell at you," he said.

I grabbed my bag, getting out of the car. We went inside and sat down on the couch.

"Gerard," he said and I whimpered. "You can't run away like that."

I looked down, sniffling quietly.

"That was extremely dangerous," he said. "You could've been hurt. And Gee, I love you and all but you can't live alone. I wish you could but I'm sorry, you don't have the mental capacity to do so."

"What's a mental capacity?" I asked.

"What I'm trying to say is that you need someone with you to take care of you," he said.

"But Frankie was going to take care of me," I said.

"Do you need a nap?" My dad asked.

I shook my head. "You said I could see my Mama."

"Maybe on Saturday," he said.

"No!" I cried. "I wanna see her now!"

"Gee, you can't go right now," he said. "They only let you visit at certain times. Now, how about you go upstairs and put your stuff away and we can go out for ice cream."

I nodded excitedly, hurrying upstairs.