This is now the 4th cover I have made for this book but this one is definitely the best

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I grabbed my last bag, hauling it up into the treehouse. Turns out my dad also had one of those 'air mattresses' like Frank has. I blew it up in the tree house and set it all up with my sheets, blankets, and pillows. I've moved my stuff from my bedroom to the treehouse.

"Gerard, you have to come down here," my dad ordered.

"No!" I shouted. "'M not living with you!"

"You can't live in a treehouse," he stated.

I crossed my arms, huffing as I sat on my bed. There was a knock on the door and I scowled.

"Hey, it's Mikey and Pete, can we come in?" Mikey asked.

I mulled over it for a moment before opening the door. They climbed in, sitting down while I locked it again so no monsters could come in.

"Pretty cozy situation you've got here," Pete said.

I nodded my head, pouting as I hugged Dee.

"But it's gonna start getting colder now that it's December," he added.

"I gots blankets," I stated.

Pete bit his lip and looked at my brother for help.

"Gee, what happened?" Mikey asked.

"I was at Frank's today and after we sexed dad said I wasn't allowed to see my Mama," I told him.

"Wait, go back a second," he said. "You two had sex?"

I nodded my head. "What's that gots to do with anything?"

Pete looked at Mikey with raised eyebrows.

"Is he...is he even able to give consent?" He asked. "It's sort of like a drunk person, they can't give consent. Can he? He doesn't even know what sex is."

"Are you saying Frank raped him?" Mikey asked.

Pete shrugged. "I mean, he's got the mental age of a five year old, I don't think he can legally give consent."

Mikey sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What's rape?" I asked.

"Gee, why are you moving into the treehouse?" Mikey asked instead.

"Because my dad is a monster and I don't wanna live with him, I wanna go back to Mama," I stated.

"Gee, my dad is the good guy," Mikey said. "Your mom isn't."

"Yes she is!" I cried. "My Mama is perfect! She's an angel!"

"Gee--"

"Get out!" I interrupted.

They looked at me before climbing out of the treehouse. I locked the hatch and scowled, hugging Dee. I cracked open one of the windows and saw Mikey and Pete talking to my dad in the backyard. I shut it again, cuddling up with Dee under my blankets. This treehouse was safe, i can live here.

My phone started ringing and I answered it, smiling happily.

"Hi, daddy!" I chirped.

"Hey, baby," Frank said. "I heard you decided to move out?"

"I don't wanna live with a monster," I said.

"Baby, he's trying to keep you safe," he said quietly.

"From my Mama? But my Mama isn't dangerous," I denied.

"No, princess, from the other people in prison," Frank said.

"O-other people?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby, some of them are really dangerous and mean, you shouldn't be near them," Frank said. "The prison is full of monsters. And these monsters are the worst of all the monsters, even a lot worse than Enzo."

I whimpered, hugging Dee.

"Th-then we need to get my Mama out of there," I said. "She's gonna get hurt."

I heard Frank sigh as I sniffled.

"C'mon, let's talk about something else," he said. "What about Christmas?"

I gasped and bounced happily.

"Only 23 days!" I exclaimed. "I already started writing my letter to Santa!"

"Yeah? What's on it?" Frank asked.

"That's a secret, daddy," I said, giggling quietly.

"What do you want me to get you for Christmas, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Why would you get me something?" I asked. "That's Santa's job."

"Because sometimes people get presents for each other too," Frank said. "Nevermind, I think I'll know something you'll like."

My eyes widened. "What is it?"

"You're gonna have to wait until Christmas," he said.

"No, that's too far!" I whined. "Can I have a hint?"

"Nope," he denied.

I whimpered, laying in my bed.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Frank said. "Why don't you go to sleep, okay? I'll see you tomorrow morning at school."

"Okay, fine," I said sadly.

"Alright, goodbye, sweetheart," he said.

"Goodbye-bye, daddy," I mumbled.

He hung up and I sighed. It was dark and I looked out the window, seeing that the others had gone back inside. I snuggled under the blankets, sucking on my paci. I snuggled my face against Dee, feeling her soft fur against my skin.

-+-

"This is Lindsey," Mr. McDonald said. "She's gonna tutor you."

I looked at her, furrowing my eyebrows. She hard blonde hair and red lipstick with a plaid skirt on.

"A tutor?" I asked.

"Yes, a tutor is someone who helps teach you outside of school," Mr. McDonald explained. "She's the same age as you and in the advanced classes."

"Hi, Gee," she said, giving me a small wave and a warm smile.

"Why can't Frankie tutor me?" I asked.

"It's better to have someone else who you won't get distracted by," he said.

I looked at Lindsey nervously.

"Are you an angel or a monster?" I asked.

"A what?" Lindsey asked.

"Angel or monster?" I repeated, hugging Dee.

"Well, angel I'd hope," she answered.

I smiled at her and she returned it.

"Good," I said. "I like angels."

"Me too," Lindsey agreed.

"So, I talk with your dad and you two will be meeting for an hour and a half after school everyday," Mr. McDonald said.

"B-but after school is when Frankie and I play together," I said.

"Well, I'm sorry but you're gonna have to go with him after," he said.

I crossed my arms and pouted.

"Don't wanna, I wanna be with Frankie," I stated.

"Well, you need to focus on actually working on your school in order to graduate rather than being with your friend," he said.

My eyes watered as I looked down. I hugged Dee and shook my head. I don't care about being in this school, I just wanna be with my Frankie.

"I want Frankie," I whimpered.

"Don't worry, Gee, we can still have fun," Lindsey reassured, rubbing my back gently.

I wiped away the tears that fell, not looking at them. The bell rang and I got up, grabbing my bag and hurrying out of the room. I was supposed to go to my cooking class now but instead I ran to Frank's classroom. He was with Ryan as I ran over and hugged him tight.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Mr. McDonald said I have to be tutorered," I cried.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's okay," he said, running his hand through my hair.

"No it's not, then I don't get to spend as much time with you," I said.

The bell rang and people started sitting in their seats.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The teacher asked.

I looked over at her scary, mean eyes. I whimpered, burying my face into the crook of Frank's neck.

"You need to leave," she said sternly.

I cried, holding tighter onto Frank in fear.

"You need to back off," Frank said.

I sniffled, my hands grabbing at his shirt softly.

"C'mon, baby, let's go," frank whispered.

He grabbed his bag and held my hand. The two of us walked out and out of the school. I looked back with wide eyes then at Frank.

"B-but we aren't allowed to leave," I said.

"No one's stopping us," Frank stated.

We walked off the campus and soon got to the town square. Frank sat down on a bench and had me sit across his lap. I sniffled, wiping the tears away from my eyes.

"Now, tell me what happened," he said, squeezing just above my knee reassuringly.

"There was this girl and her name was lindsey and Mr. McDonald said that I was gonna be getting tutoringed by her and that I won't be able to spend as much time with you," I told him, my lip quivering.

"Well, it's a good thing you're gonna get tutored, it'll help you," Frank said.

"But why can't you do it and not her?" I asked.

"I wouldn't be a good tutor for you," he said.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth off of you," he stated.

I blushed and he kissed my cheek just to prove his point. I rested my head against his shoulder. I yawned, rubbing my eye. My fist pulled away and now had makeup on it, making me whine quietly.

"My makeup," I muttered.

"You tired, princess?" He asked.

I nodded and he smiled.

"Let's go back to my house, no one is home so you can take a nap where it's all quiet," he said.

I nodded and stood up. Frank held my hand as we went to his house. The two of us went up to his bedroom and I set my backpack down. I cuddled up under the blankets and sighed. Frank grabbed Dee, my paci and my blankie. He laid next to me and smiled. I sucked on the paci, hugging Frankie tight.

"You okay, baby?" He asked.

I nodded, resting my head on his chest.

"Do you think you can go to tutoring?" He asked. "For me?"

"Don't wanna," I mumbled. "Wanna be with you."

"You can be with me after okay? Just spend a little bit of time with Lindsey so she can help you learn and then we can be together after," he said.

I frowned slightly, holding him tighter.

"Can you do that for me?" Frank asked. "Can you be a good boy and get tutored by Lindsey?"

"Fine," I mumbled.

"Good boy," he praised, hand stroking my hair gently.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at that. I wanna make daddy proud of me.

"I'm gonna learn so much and be so smarts," I said.

"That's right, you'll be just like Einstein," Frank agreed.

I frowned in confusion. "What is Einstein?"

"You'll learn that later," Frank said. "Right now I just want your kisses."

I giggled, leaning up and pressing my lips against his.