Lowkey wanna spam all the last chapters

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Frankie was mad.

He was so mad.

So mad he punched the wall and put a hole in it.

I've never seen someone so mad.

I sat on the bed curled into a little ball, sobbing my eyes out while I hugged Dee. Frankie was scaring me. In a way, he almost seemed like a monster.

"Stop it!" I cried. "You're scaring me! Please don't be a monster!"

Frank stopped, going over and pulling me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "I'm not mad at you, I promise. I could never be mad at you, I love you."

"But I did something bad," I cried.

"No, baby, you didn't do anything, that was her," Frank said. "She took advantage of you. You were drunk, it's not like you could've done anything to stop her. She got you drunk, she's the monster."

I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back softly.

"We're gonna have to call the police," he said.

"No, no police," I cried. "I hate the police."

"Baby you have to, she did a very bad thing," Frank said.

"But it was my fault too," I said. "I liked it, it felt good."

"And that's just common biology," he said. "If someone touches your dick it's gonna feel good whether you want it to or not, it's not your fault."

I sniffled, burying my face into his chest.

"I love you," I said.

He kissed the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair.

"She has to get in trouble, baby," he said.

"But then I'm gonna get in trouble too," I cried.

"No, you won't," he promised.

"Yes I will," I insisted. "Lindsey said I would. That's why she couldn't tell you. She made me lie because she said you'd hate me and never talk to me again."

"That's not true, she's lying," he said. "This isn't your fault."

"She said we weren't doing anything wrong," I said.

"That's because you don't even understand," Frank said. "And she knows that you wouldn't know that what she was doing was wrong. She got you drunk and took advantage of you."

"B-but one time I wasn't drunk," I whimpered.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Wait, this happened more than once? Babydoll, tell me what happened the first time."

"Sh-she was tutoring me and she said we could take a break and we could eat cookies and then she got on her knees in front of me and I didn't know what she was doing but she said it was okay because people do it all the time," I said.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," he whispered.

Frank held me in his lap, giving me my paci. I sucked on it gently, feeling his warm arms around me. He kissed my forehead, wiping away my tears.

"We have to tell someone," he said.

"No, please no, daddy," I begged. "I don't wanna tell, please."

"Baby, I can't keep this a secret," Frank said. "I can't just lie about this."

"It's not lying, it's just not saying anything," I said, repeating what lindsey had said to me.

"Baby boy," Frank sighed softly.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tight. I sniffled quietly, my hands gripping onto his shirt.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he mumbled, kissing the side of my head.

I sucked on my paci, feeling my eyes growing heavy. The medicine helped get rid of my headache a bit but I was still tired. I fell asleep in his arms, hearing him whispering reassuring words to me.

The doorbell rang and woke me up. I rubbed my eyes, looking at Frank who had also fallen asleep. I grabbed Dee, going down to the door. I noticed that nobody else was home as I opened the door.

"Oh, sweetheart, I heard you left early sick," Lindsey said.

I whimpered, holding Dee tight.

"I made you cookies, I thought they'd make you feel better," she said, holding out a plate of cookies.

"Hey, babydoll, who's at the door?" Frank asked as he walked up.

He stopped short when he saw Lindsey.

"You bitch," he hissed.

Frank stepped passed me and grabbed the plate of cookies, throwing it into the snow.

"Well, that was a little rude," she said.

"You fucking bitch, you raped my boyfriend," Frank seethed.

"No I didn't," she denied. "Gee could've said no if he wanted to."

She stepped in and shut the door, crossing her arms.

"He barely knows what sex is!" Frank shouted. "He doesn't know to say no!"

She smirked and looked back at me.

"Gee, baby, have you and Frank ever had sex?" She asked.

I nodded slowly and she looked back at Frank.

"Well, looks like you raped him too," lindsey said. "Like you said, he barely knows what sex is, he doesn't know to say no."

"This is in no way the same thing!" Frank shouted. "You got him drunk and took advantage of him! I gave him a choice!"

"Do you really think he'd say no?" Lindsey asked. "Look at him, he's like a lost puppy, he'd do anything you say as long as it'd make you happy just so you'll love him. He'd go anywhere and do anything for you. Because, like you said, he hardly even knows the difference between left and right."

I whimpered, clutching Gee to my chest.

"He is not stupid," Frank denied. "Don't you dare ever call him that."

"Well, I tutor him, of course I would know how stupid he is," lindsey said.

I cried from her mean words that kept falling from her mouth.

"Gee is not stupid you little fucking bitch," Frank hissed.

"Funny that you're calling me little, have you looked in the mirror lately?" She asked.

Frank gave her such a mean look that made me whimper in fear for Lindsey. Although, she didn't seem all that much fazed.

"I'll go to the police, tell them about all the horrible things you did to my boyfriend," he said.

"Go to the police and I'll make you regret it," Lindsey threatened. "I can make everything you love go away."

"M-me?" I whimpered fearfully.

"I'd like to see you try," Frank said.

Lindsey smirked, turning and leaving. I cried, wiping my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and and I cried into his shoulder.

"She's scary," I whimpered. "She said she's gonna make me go away. What does that mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, sweetheart," he whispered. "They're just stupid, empty threats."

"She still scares me," I said.

"Come on, let's go watch Hello Kitty," he said.

Frank held my hand, guiding me upstairs. I opened my laptop and started playing Hello Kitty, cuddling up to his side.

"Baby, we still have to talk to the police," he whispered.

I whimpered and shook my head.

"I'll go with you, princess, you don't have to be alone," he reassured.

"Just...not now, I wanna be with you right now," I said sadly.

"Fine," he agreed. "Tomorrow, after school."

"What will happen to Lindsey?" I asked.

"She'll go to prison," Frank said.

"Like Mama?" I asked and he nodded. "Maybe they'll be friends there."

He sighed, rubbing my back softly.

"Will I get a new tutor?" I asked.

"Yeah, you will," Frank said. "We'll find you a really good one who's nice and not a creep."

Frank held onto my hand and I smiled.

"I love you, daddy," I said.

Frank smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too, my beautiful little princess," he said.

I smiled, hugging him tight.

"Oh, I wanna show you what Santa got me!" I exclaimed.

Frank chuckled as I got up and opened my toy box in the corner. My dad bought me this toy box and I loved it. It was white with pink butterflies and flowers on it.

"Look it!" I exclaimed. "I gots a Barbie and a book and a new stuffie and another book and a doll and new colored pencils and some paint and a new dress and a new skirt and new jammies and a movie and another doll and some building blocks and a toy truck and new socks and a necklace and new shoes."

I looked over at Frank, who was watching me from the bed as he smiled. I put the toys away, shutting the box. I jumped on the bed, giggling happily. Frank pulled me down into his lap and I smiled, nuzzling against him.

"Baby, your roots are showing," Frank said.

"I have the dye but I don't know how to do it," I said. "Will you help me, daddy?"

Frank smiled and nodded while I got up and dragged him into the bathroom. I dug through my cabinets and held out the box of red hair dye. I took off my dress, not wanting it to get ruined. Frank wrapped a towel around my shoulders, clipping it shut. I sat on the edge of the tub as he opened the box, looking at it. I watched his back as he did some stuff. He turned around, black rubber gloves on as he held the dye.

"Sit still now," he ordered.

I giggled and nodded. Frank ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled, closing my eyes. I could feel his fingers and the dye and I giggled.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I teased.

Frank laughed. "I used to dye my hair all the time."

"Really? What colors?" I asked.

"Well, black a lot," he said. "But there's also been a crazy bleached out orange. I've had black and bleach blond, black and red, bright fucking pink."

I gasped and looked up at him.

"I said don't move," Frank muttered, moving my head back. "I don't want this to drip all over, it'll stain like someone's been murdered."

"Your hair was pink?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, that was a mistake that only lasted about a month before I dyed it black again," he said. "That was a few years ago, my freshman year, I think. God, if the seniors needed any more of a reason to shove me into lockers I definitely gave them one."

"People were mean to you?" I asked, my lip quivering. "I don't like that, that's mean, I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"Don't worry, babydoll, they don't touch me anymore," Frank said. "Okay, the dye is in and now we just need to wait a bit before rinsing."

He sat beside me, holding my hand.

"Everything gonna be good?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby," Frank promised, kissing my hand. "Everything is gonna be perfect."