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I cannot hide what's on my mind
I feel it burning deep inside
A passion crime to take what's mine
Let us start living for today
Never gonna change my mind
We can leave it all behind
Nothing's gonna stop us
No, not this time
So take your hand in mine
It's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song
Hearts will sacrifice
It's do or die
This is a rebel love song

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We got to the Iero house, or I guess it's the Wentz house now. I went inside, leaving Frank sleeping in the back seat of the car. I went inside and found it oddly dark and empty.

"Patrick!" I called.

My voice echoed throughout the house and I bit my lip.

"Pete?" I asked.

The house seemed to be completely empty as I opened the door to the office. Pete was there in the dark, he looked like he was a mess.

"Pete?" I asked.

He looked up at me. His hair was messy and his eyes were red and puffy.

"What happened?" I asked, going to kneel beside him. "Where's Patrick? Frank needs help from a doctor."

"Patrick is dead," Pete whispered.

My eyes widened as I shook my head.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked.

"Some people ambushed us," he said. "Killed half my men and Patrick."

"I-I'm so sorry," I whimpered. "I'm the one who sent them here, I gave them your information."

Pete raised his hand and slapped me roughly as I gasped. My lip quivered as I held my stinging cheek.

"Get out of my house," Pete seethed.

"Pete, I'm sorry but Frank needs help he had a heart--"

"Get out of my fucking house!" Pete shouted.

I flinched, hurrying back out to the car. Frank woke up when I shut the door and he looked around in confusion.

"Hey, why are we leaving?" He asked.

"No one's home," I lied. "But I'm going to find you the best doctor in New Jersey."

Frank nodded as he yawned.

"We're gonna go home and take a nice, long nap," I said.

Frank smiled softly, humming in agreement. He turned the music on and held my hand as I drove.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Little better, still just a little sleepy from the medicine," he mumbled.

I squeezed his hand and looked straight ahead at the road. We got to the beach house and I smiled. Oh god, I missed this place so much.

"Finally," he muttered.

He got out of the car but I quickly got out to help him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as I helped him slowly walk in.

"A-are you getting worse?" I asked nervously.

"No, before I was just running on adrenaline so everything was a little easier and hurt less," Frank said.

I nodded, helping him into the house. I sat him on the bed and he sighed, laying back down onto it.

"Alright, let's get you changed," I said.

I untied Frank's hospital down and pulled it off. I helped him into some boxers and a t-shirt.

"Get some rest, daddy," I whispered, kissing his forehead.

I tucked him into bed and he quickly fell asleep. I headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I took a long, hot shower, washing all the dirt and grime off me. Frank was already clean from the hospital but I was still covered in dirt.

I sighed in content, feeling the water rush over me as I was finally clean. I missed being clean, I even used twice as much soap as usual. I got out and dried off before I put on some panties and curled up in bed with Frank.

"I love you," Frank mumbled, pulling me close.

"I love you too," I said, kissing his cheek.

He slept for a while but I didn't, I just stared up at the ceiling as I cried quietly. Patrick was dead and it was all my fault. I didn't mean for him to get killed, I was just scared.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Frank asked. "why are you crying?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

Frank picked himself up on his elbow, looking down at me.

"What happened to your cheek?" He asked.

Frank touched my cheek gently and I flinched in pain.

"I was just trying to move you from the helicopter and I fell," I said.

"Then why are you crying," he asked, gently brushing my tears away.

"I-I got Patrick killed," I whimpered.

Frank furrowed his eyebrows and I sniffled.

"The people I told Pete's info to killed him and half the other workers," I whispered.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Frank said, hugging me tight.

I sobbed, wrapping my arms around him.

"I didn't mean for him to die," I cried. "I-I didn't mean for all of them to die. I didn't mean for all of this to happen."

Frank rubbed my back gently as I sobbed.

"I'm sorry, baby," Frank whispered, kissing my cheek when I flinched. "Sorry about that too, I forgot."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Now, did you really get that bruise from falling?" Frank asked.

"I told Pete that I was the one who got Patrick killed," I whispered. "A-and then he hit me."

Frank got up quickly and I gasped.

"No, daddy, you have to rest," I said.

Frank started to the door and I pulled on his arm to try and stop him.

"He can't just fucking hit my baby and get away with it!" Frank shouted.

He grabbed the handle of the front door when he stopped suddenly. Frank held his chest in pain, leaning back against the wall.

"Daddy?" I asked. "Daddy, are you okay? Come on, you have to come sit down."

I helped Frank to the couch and he laid down. I got some water, helping him drink it.

"Did you have another heart attack?" I asked. "Do I call for an ambulance and--"

"No, baby, it wasn't a heart attack," he said softly. "Just still kind of hurts."

"Wh-what do I do?" I asked. "Do I give you medicine? Do you just sleep? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I relaxed a little bit.

"Don't worry about me so much," Frank whispered. "Will you go beat up Pete for me?"

"He's hurting, daddy," I whispered. "His boyfriend was killed because of me."

"That doesn't give him any right to hit you," Frank said, his fists clenching.

I kissed his knuckles softly and saw him relax a bit.

"You need to stay calm," I whispered. "If you don't you're gonna get hurt again."

"I'm trying to stay calm," Frank mumbled. "I've just never had to do it to save my life before. I really am trying my hardest to stay calm but Pete can't just go and fucking hit you. I know he's hurting, I would be too. Patrick was one of my best friends. If I lost you I'd be so upset but that doesn't mean he can fucking hurt you."

"B-But it's my fault," I whimpered.

"You didn't mean to, you were scared," Frank said. "It was just an accident, baby boy."

"Just because it's an accident doesn't mean he isn't dead because of me," I mumbled.

"Come here," Frank said softly.

I curled up with him on the couch as I sniffled. I snuggled against him, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"It's okay to be upset," he whispered. "I'm upset too, baby. He was one of my best friends. I love him and I love Pete."

I cried quietly as he rubbed my back.

"A-Are you hungry?" I asked, picking my head up and wiping my eyes as I tried taking a few deep breaths.

"Yeah, let's have a little snack and watch some tv," he said.

I nodded and went to the fridge. I gasped, covering my nose as I quickly shut the fridge door again.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked.

"Everything in the fridge is spoiled and it smells icky," I said.

"Alright, I'll clean it out later," Frank said.

I grabbed some cookies from the cabinet, which thankfully hadn't gone stale yet. We watched tv but I kept looking at him nervously, making sure he was okay.

"We're gonna have to go buy new phones and get some new credit cards," Frank said.

"I can do that now if you want," I offered. "You won't have to stress about it if I get it now."

"No, that's okay, I want to go too," Frank said. "I don't want you going out in public alone for a little while."

"Because of the people who kidnapped us?" I asked and he nodded. "I don't think they would know where we are."

"Just a precaution, baby boy, you can go out alone later," Frank said.

I nodded my head, holding his hand.

"You sure you're completely okay?" I asked.

Frank nodded, giving me a kiss.

"We've gotta go get the pets soon, though," he said.

"Not yet, we have to wait until you're healed before we do," I said. "I really miss them, though, I love cuddling with the pets, they're my little babies."

Frank smiled, kissing the top of my head. The two of us watched cartoons for a little while, eating little snacks.

"A-are you happy, daddy?" I asked nervously.

"Of course I'm happy," Frank said, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Why would you even think otherwise?"

"I don't know, I just want you to be happy is all," I said.

"Well, I'm upset about Patrick dying but I'm very happy that we're back home again safe and relatively healthy," he said.

I nodded my head, curling up to his side.

"I really like you," I said. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love."

Frank chuckled softly, giving me a kiss. The kiss between us deepened as his tongue ran along mine. His hand ran down to my ass, giving it a soft squeeze as I moaned.

"N-no," I gasped, pulling away. "I already told you no sex for a few weeks."

"Baby, I'm fine," he said. "You just look so beautiful, I can't keep my hands off you for a few weeks."

"No sex," I stated, crossing my arms.

"If we go to a doctor tomorrow and he says it's okay then can we have sex?" He asked.

"No, not until I think you're healthy enough," I stated.

Frank chuckled. "So are you a doctor now then?"

"Yes, I am," I said. "And maybe when we can have sex again I'll put on that little nurse outfit for you."

Frank gulped and nodded quickly.

"But only when I say it's safe again," I said.

"Fine, we'll wait until you give me the okay," Frank said.

I smiled, giving him a kiss. We stayed curled up on the couch until we both fell asleep right there, back in our safe, peaceful home.