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Frank pushed me down, holding my hands above my head. I whimpered as he looked down at me darkly. He leaned down, sucking on my neck harshly. I moaned, tilting my head back. Frank pulled my panties off, tossing them aside.

"You won't be needing these," Frank said.

His hands ran all over my body, taking in every inch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he muttered.

His hips rocked against mine, making me moan loudly. Frank turned me onto my stomach, grinding against me. I could hear his belt unfastening behind me, his hands pulled me closer.

I whimpered as I woke up. I was all achy from my dream. All I knew was that I wanted Frank as I reached for my phone. I dialed his number, pressing it to my ear.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Frank asked sleepily.

"I had a dream about you," I said.

"Yeah?" He mumbled.

"You made me feel so good," I whimpered.

It was quiet for a moment and I frowned.

"Oh," he muttered. "It was that kind of dream."

I whimpered, my hips rutting against the mattress gently as I laid on my stomach.

"Fuck, baby, all those sounds you're making are making me all hard," Frank groaned.

I moaned loudly and he cursed again.

"Daddy, I want you so badly," I breathed.

"Fuck, it sounds so good hearing you beg," he said.

"I need you inside me, daddy, please," I whimpered. "I need you so badly."

"My princess wants me to make him feel good?" He asked.

"Yes, oh please," I begged.

"Fuck, I want to be there so badly," Frank mumbled.

I reached a hand down, cupping the bulge in my panties. I moaned softly and Frank moaned.

"Daddy," I whined.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, panting slightly. "You have no clue how badly I want to just tie you to my bed and fuck you 'til you come at least three times."

I moaned, rubbing myself slowly, feeling the pleasure wash over me.

"I want to pin you down and eat you out till you cry and beg to come," Frank growled. "I want to fuck your pretty little ass until you forget your name."

"Daddy, please," I whimpered. "Need you."

I heard him gasp quietly and curse.

"I can make you feel so good, babydoll," he whispered. "I'll make you feel so fucking good."

He panted through the phone and I pushed my panties down around my thighs. I wrapped a hand around myself, moaning as I moved my hand up and down.

"Touching yourself, baby? Making yourself feel good?" He asked.

"Y-yes, daddy," I answered.

I moved my hand faster, whining loudly.

"Daddy, I want you so badly," I whimpered.

I jumped when a loud alarm went off. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was time to go to school. I shut it off and whimpered.

"Daddy--"

"Meet me at school in the bathroom in the east hall," Frank ordered.

He hung up and I whimpered. I pulled up my panties, changing into a blue dress with white thigh highs and tan boots. I did my makeup then met up with Mikey downstairs. I put on my coat quickly and walked outside.

"Jesus, why are you in such a hurry?" Mikey asked as he got into the car with me.

I looked out the window, feeling the aching heat that was still burning inside me. We finally got to school and I walked inside, a bit awkwardly with what was being hidden underneath my dress. I got to the bathroom and saw it was empty. The door shut behind me and I saw Frank lock it.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed.

He pulled me close, crashing his lips against mine. I moaned as he pushed me against the counter. His hands pushed my coat off as he pressed closer to me.

"Daddy, I need you so badly," I begged. "Need you inside me, make me feel good."

"You sure you want it?" He asked, sucking on my neck.

I nodded quickly and he held my hips. Frank turned me around, making me face the mirror. He pushed down my panties, letting them fall around my ankles as the bell for class rang. His hands ran up and down my sides when they stopped suddenly.

"I can't fuck you," Frank mumbled.

I looked at him through the mirror and frowned.

"Why not?" I asked. "I thought you wanted me."

"Oh god I do, I do so badly," Frank groaned. "I just...I can't, it's not right, not with you."

My eyes filled with tears. "Y-You want someone else?"

Frank's eyes widened as he shook his head.

"Oh god no, baby," he denied. "That's not what I meant. I meant that I can't just bend you over a counter and fuck you in a public bathroom. You're precious and special. I love you. I want more for you and I don't think you should be having sex at all. You're too innocent for that. Our first time was a mistake, you should wait longer."

"B-but I'm achy," I whimpered.

Frank turned me around to face him, a small smile on his face. His hand wrapped around me and I gasped, mewling quietly in pleasure as he pumped me slowly.

"Daddy, wanna make you feel good too," I complained.

"Those pretty little sounds you're making are enough to make me feel good," he muttered.

Frank's hand moved faster and I whined. The pleasure shot through me all the way to my toes as I moaned, my hips rocking into his hand. I could feel it all adding up, the burning knot that twisted inside me. My heart was racing, beating so fast as my eyes squeezed shut. Frank's hand kept working me, pushing me closer and closer until I fell off the edge. I cried out in please, throwing my head back as the pleasure made my whole body shake.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself as I looked down. Frank's hand was covered in the white stickiness.

"I'm sorry, I comed and got your hand sticky," I mumbled.

Frank reached down, palming himself through his jeans. I watched as he groaned, eyes squeezed shut. I pushed his hand away and rubbed the bulge in the jeans. He gasped softly as I leaned close to his ear.

"Daddy," I whimpered. "Daddy, you make me feel so good."

Frank let out a shaky moan and I smiled. I dug the heel of my hand in and he held onto the counter on either side of me for support. He stiffened suddenly, cursing under his breath as he made it to the edge too. He took a few steps back and sighed.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "You're so fucking good, princess, I love you."

I giggled and kissed his cheek. I pulled my panties up and sat on the counter while watching Frank clean himself up.

"We're going to the police after school, remember?" He asked.

I sighed and nodded my head as he smiled and held onto my hand.

"Hey, don't be worried," he whispered. "Everything's gonna be fine."

I nodded as Frank buckled his belt and sighed.

"Well, I'm still a bit sticky but I guess this is the best in gonna get," he muttered.

I looked at my phone and saw I had some texts from my dad.

Dad: where are you? I got a call from your teacher that said you never showed up to class

"Mr. McDonald told my dad I didn't go to class," I said.

Frank snickered. "I guess that's the downside of having your own personal teacher."

I scowled, putting my phone away in the pocket of my dress.

"Come on, let me get you to class," he said.

There was a chime that I knew well now. At first it used to scare me. Especially when the principal would speak through it. It was so scary. Eventually Frank explained to me it was just the PA system and that the Mrs. Washington was just talking through a speaker.

"Code red, code red, code red," the principal announced before it cut off.

I looked at Frank in confusion as I heard the sound of doors slamming and locking. Frank hurried to the door, locking it and grabbing me as he sat on the floor with me in his lap against the wall opposite of the door.

"Daddy, wh-what's going on?" I asked, slightly fearful from the panicked expression on his face. "Wh-what's code red?"

"Code red, baby," he whispered, "Means someone has a gun in the school."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What's a gun?" I asked.

"A gun is something very dangerous that people use to kill other people," he said, again speaking very quietly.

"Th-there's people out there with guns?" I squeaked and Frank shushed me. "Who are they going to hurt?"

"We're just gonna stay in here until it's safe to leave, okay?" He asked.

I nodded slowly, my eyes filled with tears. Frank reached into my backpack slowly and quietly. He pulled out my things and I smiled softly, sucking on my paci and hugging Dee and my blankie. Frank stroked my hair gently as I cried. I froze when I heard some banging and crying out in the hallway. There were footsteps and someone banged on our door.

"Please! Let me in! Please don't leave me out here!" Someone cried in an all too familiar slightly high pitched voice.

"Pete!" I exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

I went to go open the door but Frank grabbed me.

"You can't open it, that's the rules," he denied. "Someone can be with him. He could be the one with the gun."

"Please, help me, please!" Pete cried.

I fought against Frank's grip as I heard Pete run away to get somewhere else. I pushed Frank away, going and opening the door. Pete turned around and ran in. Frank shut and locked the door. Pete cried into my shoulder and I rubbed his back gently. We sat down against the wall, me in Frank's lap again.

"Do you wanna cuddle Dee?" I offered, holding her out to Pete. "She always makes me feel safe."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

Pete took Dee and hugged her tight. Frank wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my head.

"You could've gotten us killed, Pete," Frank whispered. "That was pretty fucking stupid."

Pete looked down, hugging Dee as I picked up my phone. It was buzzing like crazy as I got texts from Mikey and my dad.

Dad: Someone has a gun in the school but you're apparently not in the school according to your teacher. Where the hell are you, Gerard?

Gee: I'm in the bathroom at school with Frank and Pete

I knew my dad was probably gonna yell at me again as I opened up Mikey's chat. I saw Frank texting his mom and Pete wiping his tears away.

Mikey: Are you okay?? Are you somewhere safe??

Gee: ya I'm ok I'm with Frank. Pete is hear to.

"Pete, where's your phone?" I asked.

"It's in my classroom," Pete whispered. "I was taking a test so we have to put our phones in a bin at the front of the class. I was excused to use the bathroom and while I was in the hallway we went into lockdown and next thing I know doors were slamming shut and I was alone."

"Do you wanna text Mikey?" I asked, handing him my phone.

I rested my head on Frank's chest as he handed me my paci. We sat like this for a while, everything ghostly silent. But I could faintly hear sirens outside.

"How long has it been?" Frank asked.

"Almost an hour," Pete answered.

My tummy growled and I looked up at Frank as I whimpered. He sighed, reaching into my pink lunchbox. Frank opened up my small pack of gummy bears and handed them to me. He held my paci for me as I ate contently.

"Hey, Pete," Frank whispered. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it, I was just scared."

"It's okay," Pete replied. "I would've been the exact same way if I was in your position, especially if I was with Mikey."

Frank smiled and nodded as I finished my snack. I sucked on my paci, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"I just...I just keep thinking," Pete mumbled. "You know? How many of them are out there, what they want. If I know them. Why. I just wanna know why."

"Monsters," I whispered. "Because they're monsters, that's why."

Pete smiled softly and nodded. We heard footsteps in the hallway and we all froze. Frank held me tighter, whispering an 'I love you'.

There was a loud bang on the door and we all jumped in fright. It happened again but this time they broke the door down. I burst into tears, hugging Frank tight from the sight of the monsters.