TRIGGER WARNING

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"No, Gee, they go in alphabetical order," she said as she sat beside me on the floor.

My coworker, who I learned was named Jamia, was so nice. She's the one who helped me when I was picking out Frank's gift.

"Alphetical order?" I asked, looking at the shelf of CDs.

"Yeah, you know, the order of the alphabet, the letters," she explained.

"I know the letters but I didn't know they wouldn't go into a certain order," I said.

"Here, I'll help you," she said. "They're going in order by band. First in the alphabet is A. Well, but we actually have to do numbers first. So, that would be 5 Seconds Of Summer, after them comes 7 Seconds. Then we go to As. Here we have All Time Low and Arcade Fire. They both start with A so we go to the second letter so All Time Low goes first. And then Aerosmith goes in before All Time Low. Here, let me write the alphabet down."

She wrote all the letters down on a sticky note and handed it to me.

"It'd be best to memorize this," she said. "But just keep going in this order, okay, sweetheart?"

I nodded my head as she walked off to help a customer. I wasn't allowed to help the customers, Bob said so. He said it was because since I don't know anything I wouldn't even be any help at all.

I went through all sorts of CDs from people like David Bowie and Gorillaz and Halsey and Iron Maiden and Neck Deep and Muse and I learned that there are so many bands.

Soon enough, I was on my break with Jamia eating fruit snacks in the storage room. Jamia laughed, running a hand through her hair.

"No, Gee, Ariana Grande isn't a band, she's a person," she said. "Just a single person, not a whole band."

"Is she a nice person?" I asked.

"Well, not exactly from what I've heard," she said.

"So then what's a band?" I asked.

"A band has multiple people," she said. "Well, I guess I can't say that for a fact but they usually do. The Foo Fighters first album was actually almost entirely recorded by Dave, so that was like a one man band then."

"Who's Dave?" I asked.

She looked at me and smiled. "He's a musician."

"Times up!" Bob called.

I sighed, going back out to work. Time went by until I was done and I went outside to wait for Frank. Instead, Mikey pulled up and I frowned as I got in.

"Where's Frankie?" I asked.

"Lindsey called and said that maybe you should go back over and do a last minute studying before your test tomorrow," he said.

I crossed my arms and pouted. He drove me to Lindsey's house and I glared at it.

"C'mon, you can see Frank tomorrow at school," he said. "I'll pick you up later."

I grabbed Dee and went inside, seeing lindsey sitting at the table.

"Hi, Gee," she said, happily.

I sat beside her, hugging Dee tight. We went over things again for my test, using flash cards and everything.

"Want something to drink?" She offered.

I nodded and she got up. She came back with a sippy cup and I smiled. I took a drink but grimaced at the bitter taste that burnt my throat.

"What is this?" I asked as I coughed.

"This is a big boys drink," she said.

"I don't like it," I said, pushing it away.

"Drink it," she ordered, taking Dee from me. "When you finish you can have her back."

I whimpered, picking up my sippy cup. I drank it slowly, my eyes filling with tears. She took the empty cup and took off the lid, grabbing a bottle that said 'Vodka' and filling it up again. I drank that one too, wiping my eyes. She filled it yet again and I cried.

"No, no more," I begged.

"Drink," she ordered.

I drank it, noticing how it didn't burn as much. The edge wasn't as bad as it was the first time. Everything was kinda weird, my brain felt fuzzy.

"Good boy, here you go," she said, handing me Dee.

I giggled, hugging my precious stuffie tight.

"Here, you can even have a cookie for being so good," she said.

She handed me a cookie and I stared down at it. I watched as she picked up my phone and dialed a number.

"What's you doin'?" I asked.

She smiled, pressing the phone to her ear. "Hello, Mr. Way?...Gee? Oh, he's fine. I was just thinking, it's getting late and it's snowing pretty hard outside now so maybe it'd be best for Gee to just stay the night here? I'll take him to school tomorrow...Okay great, goodbye."

She hung up and smiled. "You're staying the night here."

"Sleepover?" I asked.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs," she said.

I got up, stumbling a bit as I giggled. I smiled, grabbing onto the hand she held out for me. As we walked, I bumped into a chair and giggled.

"Oopsies," I mumbled.

I followed her upstairs as she smirked and I stumbled behind her. We went to her bedroom and I looked around.

"Whoa, you have a spinning bedroom," I gasped.

I felt her behind me, unzipping my dress.

"You doin' what?" I asked.

"You can't sleep in this dress, it won't be comfortable," Lindsey said.

"Where's your Mama? My Mama's in prison," I said, giggling softly.

"Oh, my parents are away on business, you don't have to worry," she said softly, kissing the back of my neck as my dress dropped around my ankles.

I tried stepping out of it, but tripped and stumbled and fell. Lindsey helped me up and laid me back on her bed. She got out of her own clothes and I looked at her.

"You have pretty panties," I said.

I looked at her panties that were all black and lace and I just had a pair of normal pink cotton panties.

"You like?" She asked, swinging her hips slowly.

"I think Frankie would like it if I wore pretty panties too," I said.

"No more talking about Frankie now," Lindsey said.

I blinked a couple times, rubbing my eyes.

"Everything's kinda fuzzy," I said, then giggled again. "Giggling is such a weird word. Giggle, giggle, giggle.

I laughed, laughing so hard my sides hurt and I had tears running down my face.

"Quiet now, baby," she said.

Lindsey got onto the bed, straddling my hips. My laughing stopped as I looked up at her.

"I think this big boy juice made me all funny," I said, my giggling starting all over again.

She shushed me, putting her hands on my chests. Lindsey reached behind her, taking off her bra.

"Why's you do that?" I asked.

"Quiet, Gee," she said, turning off the lights as she pulled off my panties.

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Lindsey parked in front of the school and I ran out. I ran into the school to Frank. I found him with his friends as I jumped into his arms and cried.

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

"Don't feel good," I cried.

He set me down and I saw his friends looked at me in concern. I closed my eyes and wiped my eyes.

"Too bright," I mumbled. "Too loud."

"Wait is he...is he hungover?" Brendon asked.

Frank looked at me, resting a hand on my cheek gently as I opened my eyes.

"Why are you hungover?" He asked. "Where did you get alcohol from?"

"I found it in my dad's cupboard," I lied.

"Baby, you shouldn't drink that stuff," he said.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Sometimes but you shouldn't, babydoll, you're precious and innocent," he said. "Come on, maybe I should get you home, I'll take care of you."

I nodded slowly as went to the office.

"Mr. Iero, I know you do not have Ebola," the lady at the desk said. "And no, you cannot have food."

"It's not me this time, it's Gee," Frank said.

She looked up and her eyes softened when she saw me.

"Oh sweetheart, what's the matter?" She asked.

"I feel icky," I mumbled.

"Let me call your father," she said. "Would you like a donut?"

Frank gasped as we stepped closer.

"No, Mr. Iero," the lady denied as she picked up the phone.

I picked up a donut and sat down with Frank. I handed it to him and he shook his head, pushing it away.

"But you wanted a donut," I said in confusion.

"That's yours," he said. "It's okay, I don't really care."

I broke it in half and handed it to him. He smiled, kissing my forehead.

"Alright, Gee, your father says it's okay for you to go home," she said. "But he's at work and can't leave so he said to have either Frank or your brother drive him home."

Frank held my hand as she handed us a pass. I quietly chewed on the donut as we went to the main doors and Frank showed the security our pass. We went out to his car and I whimpered, closing my eyes.

"Too bright," I whined.

Frank laughed, putting a hand over my eyes. He guided me to his car and helped me in. Frank drove me back to his house and I held onto his hand.

"Head hurts," I whimpered.

We got inside and Frank carried me up to my bed. I moaned in pain as Frank sighed. He left, coming back with some medicine and apple juice.

"Why'd you drink your dad's alcohol?" He asked.

I didn't answer him as I took the medicine and laid down. I cuddled Dee, my back facing to him. He laid behind me and wrapped an arm around me, pulling my back to his front.

"Get some rest," he whispered.

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Baby, why'd you do it?" He asked.

"I-I think did something bad," I whimpered. "I-I think I did something bad with Lindsey."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

I didn't say anything and he turned me to look at him.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" He asked.

"I can't tell you," I said.

"Why not?" Frank asked.

"Because Lindsey said you'd hate me and never talk to me again," I told him.

He rested his hand on my cheek gently, kissing my forehead.

"There's nothing that could ever make me hate you," he said softly. "Now, can you please tell me what happened?"

"Lindsey gave me big boy drinks," I cried. "She wouldn't give me Dee back until I drank all of it. A-and then we went up to her bedroom and she undressed me a-and we did bad things. Please don't hate me, daddy, I love you."