I tried to tell my mom I wanna buy a condo but what came out of my mouth instead was "I wanna look at condoms" and I haven't stopped laughing

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I sat down sullenly, my arms crossed. Mr. Stump is trying this new thing where he takes away all sorts of electronics and books that give a bad message. I get no computer, no phone, no tv, no video games, no Stephen King, no nothing. Nothing with violence or danger. My mom has left me here with a couple of kids movies and a DVD player.

"They were just empty threats, he isn't going to act upon them," my mom said over the phone to my principal after I said I'd kill everyone. "He doesn't mean it, he's getting help...I know that it's not good but--...but he's getting help...Okay, I understand, sir."

It was quiet for a moment as my mom opened the door to my room and I glared at her.

"Well, you were expelled," she said.

She came and sat next to me on the bed and I made a face of disgust.

"Why would you steal Mr. Stump's gun and bring it to school, Frank?" She asked.

I frowned, shrugging my shoulders.

"What happened to my sweet little boy?" She wondered, eyes filled with tears. "You used to be so cute and sweet when you were little. You changed so much when you were three. Is my sweet boy at least somewhere in there?"

Her hand rested on my cheek gently and I flinched. I grabbed her wrist, twisting it as I stood up and she winced.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I shouted.

Tears fell down her cheeks and I couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Frank, please! Let go!" My mom cried.

"Don't touch me!" I repeated.

"I'm sorry! I won't!" She promised.

I glared at her, letting go. My mom cradled her wrist to her chest as she hurried out of the room. She was scared of me. I liked it.

-+-

I woke up the next morning, seeing Gee still asleep. His head was resting on my chest and I hardly wanted to breathe for fear of waking him. He was snoring softly, his face completely relaxed and peaceful. I didn't want to wake him and ruin his peace.

But fuck, my back was starting to cramp. I needed so badly to stretch. But I didn't want to wake little Gee. Instead, I held his head up gently, replacing my spot with a pillow. I watched him cuddle up against it as I stretched, sighing in relief. I leaned down to gently kiss his forehead before I headed into the bathroom.

I used the toilet then started the shower, taking off my boxers and t-shirt. I looked over my expanse of tattoos in the mirror, yawning before stepping into the shower.

I was washing shampoo out of my hair when I heard something over the stream of the water.

"Daddy!" Gee called.

"I'm in here, baby!" I shouted.

A few moments later I saw Gee walk in through the foggy glass. He stepped into the shower with me and gave me a hug.

"Morning, baby, sleep well?" I asked

He nodded softly, yawning.

"Still tired?" I asked.

He nodded again and I chuckled.

"Here, let me wash your hair, beautiful," I said.

He turned around, letting me scrub soap into his hair gently. Gee leaned back into my touch a small sigh leaving his lips. I watched the white suds contrast with his black hair. It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything I've ever seen.

"Can we just have a pj day today?" Gee asked softly.

"Pj day?" I questioned.

Gee nodded as he yawned again. "I don't wanna be a big boy today, I just wanna have a pj day with you."

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.

"I think that sounds great," I agreed.

I pulled him back, letting the water wash away the soap. I shut off the water and we stepped out. My hair wouldn't take very long to dry but Gee's was longer so it would. I grabbed the blow dryer, sitting him on the counter in front of me as I dried off his hair. He smiled contently as the warm air blew over him.

When we finished, we went and he changed into a pastel pink onesie that had little elephants on them. I got into just plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He made sure to grab Puppy and his paci before we went downstairs. He insisted I carried him so I carried him down to the basement. Gee sat comfortably on the counter while I looked over the man's dead body.

Dried blood caked his body, his body doubled over. His skin was pale, his dead body not having moved, obviously. I went over and turned on my sodium hydroxide to heat it up. I had refilled it the other day so thankfully I wouldn't have to do it now.

Once it was done, I opened the latch and dragged his body in, dropping it into the liquid. Gee stood over the edge, watching with curious eyes, his paci between his lips and stuffie in his arms.

"How long does this take, daddy?" He asked.

"About three hours," I replied.

I closed the latch and Gee made grabby hands at me. I carried him upstairs and walked into the kitchen, only to see it was a fucking mess. There was flour covering everything, spilled sugar and smeared frosting. All sorts of baking messes as I turned to look at Gee. Fuck, he was already looking at me with those puppy dog eyes.

"Sowwy, daddy," he mumbled.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Okay, just go sit and watch cartoons while I clean this up."

He smiled, heading into the family room. I cleaned up the mess he had made yesterday, feeling slightly irritated. God, everything was so dried up and crusty. I had to scrub everything down until my arms ached.

It took an hour before my kitchen was completely spotless again. I went into the family room, seeing Gerard curled up on the couch in a blanket with his favorite cartoon playing on the screen. He didn't even think twice to help me clean up his own mess.

Because apparently he didn't want to be a big boy today.

I sat down on the couch, crossing my arms in annoyance. Gee looked at me and crawled over into my lap. He took his paci out of his mouth to kiss my cheek before putting it back. I huffed glaring up at the tv. Gee just sat cuddled up against me as he laughed at his show.

A few hours past and I had to go down and finish getting rid of the body. Gee stayed up here as I went to the basement. I opened the latch, nodding in satisfaction. I pressed a button on the wall that opened a drain at the bottom. It went connected right to my regular drain pipes. Since sodium hydroxide is a common thing used for drain cleaners, nobody would suspect a thing.

"Daddy, I'm hungry!" Gee called.

I frowned. God, I was so tired. Gee just kept asking for more while not doing anything. I know it's really not his fault for upsetting me so much, but I was in just a shitty mood and He wasn't doing anything to make me feel better. I went upstairs and saw Gee pouting there.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice tired.

"Animal crackers," he said.

"We don't have animal crackers, do you want graham crackers?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Animal crackers," he repeated.

"Well we don't fucking have animal crackers," I said. "You get either graham crackers or nothing."

He crossed his arms, stomping his foot.

"Fine, nothing then," I mumbled.

I headed into the family, turning away from him. I felt Gerard hit my back and I spun around, grabbing his wrist.

"Did you just fucking hit me?" I asked.

Gee whimpered, looking up at me.

"Y-you're the one who taught me to hit," Gee defended.

"But you don't fucking hit me," I said, tightening my grip.

Gee winced but I didn't let go.

"Gerard, you're not allowed to fucking hit me, understand?" I asked, feeling my grip tighten again out of anger.

Gee cried, nodding his head.

"Answer me!" I shouted.

"Yes!" Gee cried. "I-I'm sorry, daddy!"

I let go of his wrist and he pulled it away, cradling it to his chest. Gee hurried down to the basement, shutting the door behind him. I sighed, going into the family room. I turned on the news as I leaned back on the couch.

A few hours later and I had finally calmed down. I don't know why I was in such a shitty mood but I just was. I glanced over and saw Gee's paci and Puppy on the coffee table, remembering he had gone down to the basement. I grabbed his toys and went downstairs. I saw Gee curled up on his bed, still cradling his wrist as he sobbed.

"Gee," I said softly.

He froze when he heard my voice. His back was facing me as i sat in the edge of the bed. My hand ran through his hair and he flinched.

"Look at me, baby," I whispered.

Gee hesitated before turning to me. He was crying as I picked him up, setting him in my lap. I held his hand gently, seeing the bruises on his wrist in the shape of my hand. I kissed the marks and saw Gee whimper.

"Baby, daddy's so sorry," I mumbled.

Gee sniffled, wiping away his tears.

"You can't hit daddy, understand?" I asked.

Gee nodded, looking down at his lap.

"Daddy loves you," I said, putting his paci into his mouth.

He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around me.

"Now, how about i go out and get you some animal crackers," I suggested.

He nodded and I kissed his forehead. I set him down on the bed but he kept holding onto me.

"I'm sorry, daddy, please don't be mad at me," he whimpered.

"I'm not mad, baby," I denied.

"Pwomise?" He asked.

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Good," he muttered. "I don't want the animal crackers, I just wanna cuddle with you."

I laid beside him, wrapping my arms around him. I could hear Gee sucking on his paci as he clung to my side.