Now I'm not saying this is the weirdest thing I've ever written, but it's definitely number 2 or 3 on the list

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I walked through the hallways at school. It was a week after my sixteenth birthday and I scowled at everyone. I couldn't possibly be in a worse mood if I tried. God, everything was fucking awful. My mom is an ass, Mr. Stump is an ass, everyone is an ass.

"Freak," I heard someone mutter as other kids laughed.

I looked over and saw them pointing at me. My eyes narrowed, my hand clenching around the gun in my hoodie pocket.

I felt someone wrap their arms around me, practically tackling me. The two of us fell into an empty classroom as he got up and shut the door. I saw the black fedora on the ground and I immediately knew who it was.

"Frank, give me my gun," he ordered.

I took it when he left for a bathroom break during our last session. It was locked in a cabinet but I had stolen his keys off him. He must've just now realized it was stolen.

"Frank, give it," he said.

I shook my head, pulling the gun out and pointing it at his head as I cocked it.

"You don't want to do this," Mr. Stump said, keeping relatively calm for a situation like this. "There are security cameras everywhere, your fingerprints are on everything. I'm the only person keeping you here. If I'm dead there is nothing stopping the courts from sending you to prison or a mental hospital."

I scowled at him, feeling even angrier.

"Well then I'll finally be out of this hell!" I shouted.

"Frank, you can still make the right choice here," Mr. Stump said softly.

"This is the right choice," I growled.

I pulled the trigger, aiming it directly at his head.

There was a small click and I stared at the gun in horror. I tried again but it just made the same small sound.

The gun was out of fucking ammo.

I screamed, throwing the gun at his head. He dodged it, picking it up and putting it in the back waistband of his jeans. Mr. Stump calmly picked up his hat and put it on his head. That made me even more angry.

I jumped at him, throwing punches as I screamed and yelled. I saw the door open out of the corner of my eye and I saw Patrick's boyfriend--or husband, I don't know, I don't really listen to him. Joe grabbed me off of Mr. Stump, holding one arm as Mr. Stump grabbed the other. I fought against them, kicking and screaming as they dragged me out of the room. I was going backwards, watching everyone staring at me, laughing and even taking photos.

"I'm going to kill you!" I screamed. "I'm going to kill all of you!"

-+-

It was later at night now and Gerard was feeling so much better. In fact, he's been baking random things in the kitchen for the past two hours. Every now and then he would come in while I'm watching tv and feed me something.

"Try this now, daddy!" Gee exclaimed.

He hurried into the room, a spoon with some sort of goop on it in his hand as he jumped onto my lap.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Chocolate peanut butter pudding," he answered.

I opened my mouth and he fed me the spoonful, watching eagerly as I swallowed. God, this was awful.

"How is it?" He asked.

"You should be a chef, baby," I lied.

He squealed, clapping his hands as he hurried out to no damn make more.

I mean, that pudding tasted like shit. It tasted like the Easter bunny took a shit and that's what came out.

Not that everything he cooked was bad. His cookies were really good. His jello wasn't good, though, it was watery and weird. Everything else was great.

I got up, taking my beer with me as I went out onto the front porch. The smells were growing so strong in the house and I couldn't take it anymore. They'd smell good individual, but when you have the scent of about a dozen different baked goods mixing together then it's not so good. The sky was starting to get dark as I sat on the bench I had out there.

"Daddy!" Gee exclaimed as he opened the front door and spotted me. "Oh! I was looking for you! These just came out of the oven!"

He sat sideways across my lap, holding a brownie on a little white napkin. He was only wearing his pink apron with the white polka dots and a pair of white panties. Plus, he still had on his white collar and black cat ears.

"Try it, daddy," he insisted.

I picked up the warm treat, taking a bite.

"Oh fuck it's hot!" I exclaimed, spitting in on the ground.

Gee giggled, blushing softly. "Sorry, daddy."

I smiled, setting the brownie back down. I kissed his cheek and he smiled happily.

"Fags," I heard a voice say.

My head snapped over, seeing a man who looked like he was going on his nightly run. I glared, standing up and setting Gerard down as I stormed up to him.

"The fuck did you just say?" I seethed.

"I said you two are a bunch of fags," he repeated, looking just as angry as I was.

I looked at Gee, who looked sad, his eyes filling with tears and lip quivering as he dropped his brownie. I felt anger build inside of me as I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up to where Gee was standing.

"Apologize," I ordered.

The man looked directly at Gee, a scowl on his face.

"You're gonna burn in Hell, little boy," he warned.

Gee squeaked in fear, clinging onto me. I dragged him inside the house, hearing Gee shut the door behind us as I pushed him down the basement stairs. I heard him groan once he hit the bottom and I smirked as I followed slowly, turning on the lights. I pulled up my chair to the middle of the room, thanking the fact that it was made of steel. I sat him in it, holding him down as he fought.

"Baby boy, do me a favor and grab my handcuffs," I said sweetly.

Gee smiled and nodded, going into my storage closet and coming back with a pair of handcuffs. I cuffed the man's hands, interlinking it with the bars in the chair so he couldn't get up. I went over to Gee, kissing his forehead.

"Good boy," I muttered.

He smiled up at me proudly as I turned and saw the guy looking at us in disgust.

"You fucking fags," he spat.

"I'm a fag, huh? I'll show you just how much of a fag I can be," I said.

I grabbed Gee's hips, pulling him closer as I crashed my lips against his. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around my neck. My hands pulled at the strings of his apron, pulling it off and over his head. Gee gasped suddenly and pulled away.

"Daddy! I left a cake in the oven!" He exclaimed.

Gee hurried up the stairs to take it out of the oven. I looked at the man, who looked absolutely disgusted.

"You're disgusting," he seethed. "You're his fucking dad?"

"I'm his daddy," I corrected. "Learn the fucking difference you piece of scum."

I heard footsteps as Gee he hopped down the stairs happily. He had a cake in a pan, frosted with pink frosting and covered in rainbow sprinkles. I had gone out earlier alone and picked him up a bunch of different baking things for him to use. He set the pan down on the table, picking up the fork he has and digging out a piece. He held it out to me and I ate the bite on the fork. It was still a little hot but tasted good.

"Amazing, baby," I complimented, kissing his forehead.

He took another forkful and held it out for the man to try. The guy looked at him in disgust, spitting on the food. Gee looked hurt, his lip quivering.

"Oh baby," I muttered, opening my arms as he dropped the fork and ran into them.

"He's so mean!" Gee exclaimed.

"Oh I know, doesn't that just upset you?" I asked and he nodded. "Doesn't it make you want to hit him?"

Gee froze as he looked up at me.

"But Miss Williams told me to never resort to violence," he said.

"You've gotta get that anger out, baby," I said. "Remember what you always told me? Act out to get rid of the anger so you can make room for happiness."

Gee nodded slowly, standing up to the man. He gave him a sharp slap, gasping immediately afterwards. Gee caressed the man's cheek gently, seeing the handprint on his face.

"I'm so sorry!" He squeaked.

The man went to bite at Gee's hand, nicking him with his teeth. Gerard pulled his hand away, biting his lip. I smiled when Gee hit him even harder, causing the man to groan. Gee came back over, smiling and giggling.

"Did I do good, daddy?" He asked.

"You were perfect, daddy is so proud of you," I praised, holding his hips and pulling him closer.

"You're sick," the man spat. "You're both fucking sick."

I smiled, leaning down and sucking on Gee's neck. He whimpered, his head falling back. I reached around to squeeze his ass, pulling him closer against me.

"Fags," the man growled.

I smirked, looking over at him. "Try not to enjoy the view too much, yeah?"

My hand reached down, cupping the semi in Gee's panties. He moaned softly, rutting his hips into my hand. I turned him so he faced the man, his back pressed against my front.

"Isn't my baby boy just so beautiful?" I asked, reaching around to Palm him through his panties.

I ground against his ass, hearing him whimper softly as I sucked on the back of his neck. His hips rocked back against mine and I groaned. I grabbed his panties, pulling them down his legs. Gee blushed, a hand going down to cover his erection from view of the man. I went up to his ear, biting on it softly.

"C'mon, baby, no reason to be shy," I whispered. "You're beautiful, you can show him how good you are for your daddy. Do you want that, baby?"

Gee nodded slowly, moving his hand away. I instead wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked him slowly. Gee's legs buckled slightly from the touch but I kept him upright. I unbuckled my jeans, pushing them down with my boxers. I pulled my hand back, spanking his ass roughly. Gee gasped, jerking forward but I tugged him back and spanked him again. I spit onto my hand, rubbing it over my erection.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," I muttered. "All fucking mine."

I pressed the tip of my erection against his hole, hearing him whine in anticipation. I sucked on his neck, licking over the forming bruises as I locked eyes with the man. I slammed in all at once, hearing Gee cry out. The man looked so fucking disgusted and I smirked as I started fucking into Gee roughly. The only sounds in the room were Gee's high pitched moans, mixing with the sound of skin on skin and the man gagging.

"Oh, daddy! Right there!" Gee exclaimed, his knees weak beneath him. "Oh my god, yes."

I panted heavily, feeling his hands reach back and tangle into my hair.

"Fuck, so fucking good for daddy," I groaned.

My hand reached around to jerk him off quickly, my hips snapping up into his.

"Ah, ah, ah," he moaned with every thrust.

I reached up with my free hand and wrapped a hand around his neck. I could feel the warm leather underneath my fingers, his soft skin pressed against my calloused fingers.

"D-daddy," he choked out.

I smirked, feeling the warm pooling heat in the pit of my stomach. He seemed to completely forget the other man was in the room whereas I was glancing up at his revolted face every now and then with a smirk.

"'M g-gonna come," Gee choked out.

"Not until I fuckig say you can," I growled.

He whined, my hand jerking him off quickly as I pounded into his ass. My stomach twisted and tightened, feeling Gerard clench and unclench around me as he was right on the edge of his orgasm. I thrust harder, his ass pulled back against me and his head resting back on my shoulder. I could feel him shaking in need, a tear falling down onto my hand.

"P-please," Gee begged.

"Come for me, baby," I whispered, feeling the tight heat in the pit of my stomach.

My hand closed around his neck more, completely blocking off his air source. I saw the way his eyes rolled back, coming hard. I let go and pulled out as he gasped, falling down onto his knees to try and catch his breath. I stepped up to the man, wrapping a hand around myself. I groaned, stroking myself quickly as I felt myself come undone. I watched as the white streaks painted across the man's chest and a little on his neck. I smirked, watching the way he looked like he was about to throw up.

I pulled up my pants, turning and looking at Gee. He was laying on his side as he watched me, still breathing heavily. I leaned down, running a hand through his hair. I kissed his forehead before standing up. I grabbed my knife, twirling it around my hand.

"Who are you going to call a fucking faggot?" I seethed to the man.

I stabbed the knife into his stomach, hearing him let out a small scream. I smirked, watching the mesmerizing blood staining the light grey material of his shirt.

"Hey, baby--" I started but cut myself off when I turned to look at Gee.

He was sitting there, the cake pan in front of him as he ate the cake with his hand. His hand and face was covered in sprinkles and frosting. Gee looked up at me and giggled. I picked him up, sitting him on the counter.

"Try it, daddy," he said.

I sucked on his fingers as he giggled, tasting the sugary sweetness.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," I said.

I turned on the sink, washing his hands and face off. I set him down on the ground and handed him my bloody knife. He looked at in confusion then back up at me.

"Stab him, baby," I whispered.

I led him in front of the man, who was groaning in pain. I grabbed his hair, pulling him to sit up straight. Gee bit his lip, looking conflicted.

"I-I don't know," he mumbled.

"Baby, he was so mean to you," I said. "He called you mean names and wouldn't try your food. Doesn't that just make you mad, sweetheart? Doesn't that just make you want to hurt him?"

Gee nodded slowly.

"Do it," I whispered.

Gee bit his lip, plunging the knife right into the center of his chest. Gee squeaked, jumping back and covering his mouth. The knife was still in his chest as I pulled it out slowly and heard his torturous screams. I smiled, setting the knife aside and holding Gee's hips.

"Good boy, baby, daddy is so proud of you," I praised.

I gave him a kiss and he smiled up at me. I grabbed the knife, going to the man and slitting his throat in one quick motion. Gee was watching with wide eyes as blood splattered and the man gagged.

Gee looked fascinated.

"C'mon, baby, let's go to bed," I said.

I picked Gee up, carrying him upstairs to my bedroom. I chucked off my jeans and crawled into the bed. He immediately cuddled up next to me, his warm body pressed against mine.

"I love you so super duper much, daddy."