I sat down across the seat from Mr. Stump, scowling as I crossed my arms in annoyance.

"Hello, Frank," he greeted.

I glared at him in response. He's lost weight since the first time we've met when I was seven, nearly nine years ago, he's also shaved off those fucking sideburns.

"How are you?" He asked.

I didn't say anything.

He sighed. "Frank, you are fifteen years old, you've been ignoring me 80% of the time in the past eight years."

I stared at him.

"Okay, Frank," he said. "I heard about how you pushed that guy down the stairs. Why'd you do it?"

"He was standing in front of me," I stated.

"That's it? He was just standing in front of you?" He asked and I nodded. "Please tell me there was at least some sort of reason. Maybe he was bullying you? Maybe bullying another kid?"

I shook my head, a small smirk on my face. "All he did was step in front of me and I pushed his sorry ass down the stairs."

Mr. Stump pinched the bridge of his nose, his wedding ring glimmering in the light.

"Frank, the only reason you aren't in prison is because you are incompetent to stand trial. I managed to get them to not send you to a mental hospital but if you aren't cooperating and getting better here then they might send you," Mr. Stump warned.

"I'm not crazy," I denied.

"You're mentally ill, Frank," he stated.

I hit my fist on the desk, standing up and glaring down at him.

"No I'm not!" I screamed. "I'm perfectly fine!"

-+-

I was sitting on the couch, watching the tv in front of me. Gee came in from where he had been playing in the other room. He sat next to me, shaking my shoulder with a pouty look on his face.

"Daddy, why don't you ever take me on dates?" He whined.

I frowned in confusion.

"A date?" I asked.

"Yes," he pouted, crossing his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

He sighed in frustration. "I like going on dates with boys I like. I think dates are fun and romantic. Like in the movies and they're all so nice. But one time we went to a movie and it was really scary. I didn't like that so much. My favorite is when we go out to dinner, it's so nice. There's just something so romantic and intimate about it. Plus there's good food and that's always a good thing. Can we please go on a dinner date, daddy?"

Ew, romance.

"Maybe some other time," I muttered, looking back at the tv screen.

He pouted, moving in front of me to block the screen.

"Daddy," he whined. "I wanna go on a date with you."

I sighed, trying to look around him but he blocked my view. I crossed my arms but he merely just stepped forward and straddled my hips. He kissed my cheek, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

"Daddy, pwease?" He asked in his cutest, most innocent voice possible. "I'll be such a good boy, I pwomise."

I bit my lip, glaring at him but I couldn't hold it. I sighed, running a hand down my face.

"Fine," I agreed.

Gee giggled happily, wrapping his arms around my neck in a tight hug.

"Yay! Let's go!" He cheered.

Gee jumped up, gingerly setting his kangaroo stuffed animal onto the couch. I stood up, groaning as I stretched.

"Can we go to a nice fancy where we get all dressed up in nice fancy clothes?" He asked.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

"Fine, I guess," I sighed.

I went upstairs to change, looking at the clock and seeing it was almost seven. I grabbed a white button up, putting on my red tie. I put a black blazer on but kept on my black skinny jeans and put on my ratty black converse. When I turned around, Gee smiled and gasped.

"Daddy! You look so nice!" He exclaimed.

"C'mon, we've gotta get you dressed," I said.

We went to the basement where I had a bookshelf sort of thing to keep his stuff on. I shuffled through his clothes. I handed him a black dress and some black tights.

"What about panties, daddy?" Gee asked.

"No panties," I denied.

Gee blushed, changing into the outfit. He grabbed a pair of black high heels, a buckle going across the top of his foot. I grabbed his hand, pulling him upstairs. We walked outside, heading towards the restaurant that he wanted to go to. Gee was giddy, smiling as he skipped along beside me. I could feel my switchblade in my pocket, a small comfort for me to know it was there. All nice and clean from the last time I used it.

"I'm so excited," gee said, his voice all light and giggly.

I led him down to a fancy restaurant. It immediately made me uncomfortable. Gee clung to my arm as we walked up to the host, who looked down at my shoes in disgust.

"Table for two," I said.

He grabbed two menus and guided us along. The two of us sat down across the nicely clothed table together. Gee looked so happy as he looked around at the pretty white walls and extravagant chandelier.

"You can afford this place?" Gee asked.

"Who said we were gonna pay?" I replied with a small smirk.

He gasped, looking around to make sure nobody heard.

"Order as much as you want, sweetheart," I said.

He smiled, looking at the menu. The waiter came and I ordered some alcohol drink and the two of us looked at Gee.

"D-do you have juice?" He asked quietly.

The waiter gave him a weird look, shaking his head. Gee bit his lip and looked down at the menu.

"He'll just have water," I said.

The waiter nodded and walked off.

"I don't think he likes me," Gee mumbled, sounding a bit sad by that fact.

"Do you want me to kill him, baby?" I asked.

Gee bit his lip, seeming to mull over the idea before shaking his head. "Maybe he's just been working for a while and he's tired so he's just a little crabby. I know I get a little crabby when I'm tired. Bert used to call me Crabby Cakes. He didn't mean it in a mean way, just in case you were wondering. Just in a more funny way. He was always really nice, especially to me. We had a house together, did you know? I moved out and sold it after the accident, though. I ended up moving back into my parents house. I mostly just stayed in my bedroom, though, only ever going into the kitchen or bathroom. Makes me sad, you know? I miss them sometimes."

I nodded distractedly as the waiter set down our drinks.

"What would you like to order?" He asked.

I ordered some steak and Gee ordered something that I didn't recognize. The waiter left and Gee gave me a curious look.

"What?" I asked.

"You know a lot about me, tell me about you," he said.

I shook my head.

"It doesn't have to be about your past," Gee said. "Like how have you never been caught by the police?"

"The police are just so fucking stupid," I answered. "And anything I did when I was younger was never prosecuted against me because I went to see a psychiatrist."

"Are you better now?" He asked.

"No, I told you that therapists and psychiatrists are bad," I said. "They fill stuff in your mind that aren't true. They're evil. They'll tell you all these things and make you take a whole ton of pills to make you think them just so you can be 'better'. They're bad, Gee, very bad people."

"Then how did you get out of seeing your psychiatrist?" He asked.

I smirked and winked at him.

"Well, what have you done that made you see a psychiatrist?" Gee questioned.

"A lot," I replied.

Gee bit his lip, looking down at the table. He seemed to be thinking of something else to ask me.

"H-have you ever dated someone before me?" Gee asked.

Dated someone before me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who ever said we were dating?

Does he think we're dating?

"Gee, who am I to you?" I asked.

He looked at me in bewilderment.

"My daddy, silly," he said as though that were obvious.

"But what else?" I asked.

"Um...my boyfriend," he said, again using a 'duh' tone.

Oh mother.

Stockholm syndrome.

I'm no psychiatrist but I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with him.

"Y-you are my boyfriend, right?" He squeaked, eyes filling with tears.

Oh god, I don't want him to start crying.

"Okay, yeah, whatever," I agreed.

Gee giggled happily, reaching out to hold my hand across the table. I scrunched my nose up a but hey, as long as it kept him happy.

The food came and was set down in front of us. He smiled happily as he pulled his hand away. The waiter walked away and I don't think Gee's smile could be any bigger. He ate happily across the table from me.

"Daddy," Gee said, and luckily we were seated in a more secluded area. "Where's your family?"

I didn't say anything as I ate my steak.

"Are you sad and that's why you don't want to talk about it?" Gee asked.

"No " i denied.

Gee spooned his food into his mouth, every now and the kicking my shin as he kicked his feet back and forth because he couldn't reach the ground. The spaghetti straps on his black dress contrasted with his pale skin. I could see some fading hickeys on his neck, open and exposed to everyone.

I looked at the white tablecloth covered table, a little white candle burning between us. There were chandeliers, fancy paintings and pretty flowers all over. I've never been to a place like this. I don't usually go out at all. Occasionally I'll go out for some Taco Bell or something but that's just about it. I don't really enjoy being out so much.

Soon enough we finished eating. The waiter set down the bill and walked away. I smirked at Gee and he gave me a slightly nervous look.

"What if we get caught?" He whispered.

"We won't," I reassured.

I stood up, grabbing his hand as he stood too. I made sure no one was paying attention to us before walking out. We hurried away and Gee giggled, holding my hand tight.