Y'all are romanticizing everything Frank does but he's literally a serial killer wtf

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I walked down the hallway, feeling irritated for being here. I wish I could just drop out, I'm a sophomore I'm pretty sure I learned enough to be out in the real world now.

"Dude that sounds epic!" Someone shouted.

I looked over at the group of jocks near me who were all being very loud. I scowled at them, shoving my hands into the pockets of my ripped black jeans. I walked towards the stairs, standing at the top as I saw another one of the jocks walking up.

"Oh hey man!" The guy said, walking in front of me to get to his friends.

I grunted in annoyance as he blocked my path, putting my hands on his chest as I pushed him down the flight of stairs. People gasped as I frowned.

"You freak!" Someone yelled as people surrounded to help him.

The jock ended up breaking his neck and damaging spinal cords. He's In a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Fucking asshole.

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I went downstairs and found Gee curled into a ball under his blanket, hugging both Puppy and Flower to his chest. When he saw me, he completely disregarded his two stuffies and clutched onto me instead. I hugged him back, feeling his body shaking as he cried.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Gee sobbed. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen."

Oh god, what do I do? Should I just distract him?

"Hey, baby, look at this," I said.

I got up quickly, grabbing my butterfly knife and heading back to the bed. I did a little trick, flicking it around. Gee's crying quieted as he sniffled and watched the knife flip around my hand. That didn't seem to hold his attention for long because he quickly started crying again. I stuffed the knife into my pocket as he crawled over into my lap, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I didn't mean for it to happen, it was an accident!"

I furrowed my eyebrows, now confused as to what he was talking about.

"Baby? What was an accident?" I questioned.

"I didn't mean to, I swear," he whimpered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rubbing my hand on his back.

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

I hugged him close to me, laying down on the bed as he rested his head on my chest. His crying finally began to quiet, his breaths becoming softer. Gee cried himself to sleep, sobbing until his eyes were too heavy to keep open.

My hand ran through his hair, as he slept on me. I felt the hard mattress beneath me, the cold air floating around. Gee's tears soaked my shirt as I held him tight. I couldn't stop thinking about what could've possibly happened.

It was only about an hour later when Gee woke up. He looked up at me, his lip quivering softly. I held him in my arms comfortingly, something that I certainly wasn't used to. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, sniffling quietly.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"It was an accident, I didn't mean to," Gee whimpered.

(Flashback in Gee's POV)

"Take a left," the GPS voice said to me.

I turned left, hearing Pete and Mikey laugh at something from their spots in the back row. We were on our way to my grandparents house to visit them. My mom and dad were in the middle row of the van and my fiancé, Bert, sat in the passenger seat beside me. He held onto my hand and I smiled at him as I drove.

"Pete!" My brother shouted when his boyfriend had taken a picture of him without telling him first.

Mikey was sixteen and has been dating Pete for almost a year now. I've been with Bert for five years, six years in just a month. I squinted my eyes in the dark, looking out the dashboard. It was snowing out and we were going to my grandparents' house to celebrate Christmas.

"I love you," Bert said to me quietly.

"I love you too," I repeated a bit distractedly.

Bert chuckled and I pulled my hand away to put both of them on the wheel again. One second it was me, driving cleanly down the road. The next I wasn't driving at all. The car was moving but I didn't have my foot on the pedal because I was moving too fast. It took me a moment to realize we were sliding on ice. I pressed my foot in the brakes quickly but that caused the car to swerve.

I felt myself panic, the car sliding on its own, swerving from side to side. I heard everyone else's panic and exclamations. It was going too fast, the tires squealing as I tried to stop. My stomach dropped and my throat felt close up.

It all happened so fast. The skidding of the car that turned my stomach. Next thing I know, we were colliding with something hard on the passenger side of the car. My body jerked, my whole body feeling dazed for a moment. Everything seemed to fall still. I blinked a couple of times, looking around. I felt the heat from the air bag and the pain in my arm. Tears quickly filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks. I looked around, seeing broken windows and dented in metal.

"Mom? Dad?" I called. "Mikey? Pete?"

I got no answer in reply and my heart stopped.

"Bert? Daddy?" I asked.

I reached over and shook his shoulder with the arm that wasn't throbbing. His head lolled to the side but there was no reaction. I reached down and flicked on the lights, screaming when I saw his head covered in blood. The whole right side of the car was smashed in, glass completely shatter led and a tree branch sticking part way inside.

I looked back, seeing everyone else just as bloody Bert. I sobbed, screaming as I looked around. My parents were bent over, Pete looked like part of his arm was missing. Mikey's body was hanging halfway out the window. I couldn't stop screaming, the sounds just coming out and I couldn't do anything about it.

I reached up and touched my head, pulling it back and seeing the blood on my fingers. My whole body was practically shaking, aching and aching in pain. I reached over, shaking Bert harder.

"Daddy! Daddy please!" I screamed. "Daddy please wake up!"

I sobbed, my eyes closing shut tight. I could feel snow drizzling in from the open parts of the car. Falling down innocently on the scene that looked like it could come straight out of Red Asphalt.

"No! Please no!" I screamed.

I wished I could be with them. If we couldn't all survive, I'd rather die with them.

It seemed like hours before a car drove by and saw us. They called for help, which came as fast as they could. The sun was starting to come up at this point but I couldn't hardly tell where I was. I couldn't tell left from right, what state I'm from. I couldn't even manage to tell the paramedics my name. All I could do was cry and scream.

I looked at him in shock after he finished retelling his story. Gee clung to me as he sobbed.

"Y-you killed your family?" I asked.

"It was an accident!" He cried. "I didn't mean to!"

I smiled as I ran a hand through my hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Oh baby, you're such a good boy," I praised. "Daddy is so proud of you."

Gee's crying stopped as he looked up at me in confusion.

"P-proud?" He squeaked.

"Yeah, that car accident was a good thing," I said.

Gee shook his head softly, sniffling quietly.

"Yeah it was," I insisted. "You must've wanted to kill them, you wouldn't have done it if you didn't want to."

"But it was an accident, I couldn't control the car," he said.

"If you really wanted to save them then you would've found a way," I said. "I mean, nothing really happens on accident. There's always a reason. And your reason is that you wanted them dead. You may not have realized it, but you would've found a way to stop the car if you really wanted them to live."

"A-are you sure?" He squeaked.

"I mean, yeah, this is a good thing," I said. "If you didn't kill them then we wouldn't be together right now. Isn't that a good thing?"

"I guess," he said.

"So if it's a good thing then you shouldn't be sad over it, right?" I asked.

Gee bit his lip as he nodded finally.

"See, look, nothing to cry over," I said. "Miss Williams never made you happier did she?"

Gee shrugged. "Sometimes she did."

"But not as fast as me, right?" I asked.

Gee nodded, giving a small smile.

"That's because therapists aren't actually good," I said. "They just make you talk about it and that isn't good because it only makes you more sad. They aren't good people, Gee, they're just using you for your money."

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded my head, kissing his forehead.

"So, killing my family is good?" Gee asked.

I nodded my head and he looked down at his lap.

"Okay," he muttered. "I guess it's a good thing."

"That's right," I said. "Now how about you get some more rest."

"But I don't wanna sleep," gee said. "I wanna stay up and talk to you."

I sighed, sitting back against the wall. Gee crawled into my lap with Puppy in one arm and Flower in the other.

"Have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome, baby?" I asked.

He looked up at me and shook his head.

"Okay," I muttered, 99% sure he had it.

"Daddy, I tell you all about me when I was little, what about you?" He asked.

"I don't remember much," I lied.

"Nothing?" He asked.

I shook my head. Gee rested his head on my shoulder and I looked around at the different things in the room.

"I remember a lot from when I was little," he said, his voice slow and quiet from sleep. "Like this one time I went to an amusement park but I was too scared to ride on any of the rides. They're fast and big and scary. I don't like them. So my mom brought me to the arcade area and she helped me win a stuffie from one of the games."

"Was that stuffie Puppy?" I asked.

Gee didn't answer me and I frowned in confusion. I looked down and saw that he had already fallen asleep in my arms.