I smiled at my mom and she smiled back happily. It was just after I turned seventeen and everything has been going according to plan. To everyone, I had gotten great help and was doing so much better mentally.

But there's not even anything wrong with me.

"I made you tea, mom," I said.

"Oh, sweetheart, thank you so much," she said.

I smiled, sitting beside her on the couch with my own cup. She set the cup down, giving me a hug.

Don't punch her, Frank, if you punch her then everything will be ruined.

I forced a smile, hugging her back.

God, I hate this.

"Here, drink up before it gets cold," I said.

She chuckled, picking up her cup and drinking it.

"I'm going to do my homework," I lied.

I smiled, going up to my room. I sat at my desk, looking at the blank paper in front of me as I grabbed a pen. It took me a while, but I had learned my mom's handwriting and signature. I wrote out everything I could think of to possibly make this believable before I finished, grabbing my guitar and strumming softly. I played random chords that really had no melody for a while, listening to music through my headphones.

After a few hours, I grabbed the paper and went back out. On my way, I passed the kitchen. The medicine cabinet was open and empty pill bottles were strewn across the counter from where I had crushed them up and put them into my mom's tea.

I set the paper down on the coffee table next to her unconscious body as I grabbed my cup. I wasn't sure if she was dead or just passed out, but either way she was too far gone to be saved. I washed my cup and put it away, picking up the phone and dialing a number.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I'd like to report a suicide."

-+-

I sat on the couch, the tv playing some show that Gee wanted to watch. He was sitting at my feet, which was his own decision, not that I minded at all. I had put lotion on his ass to help him feel better and a new clean pair of panties but he still sat on a pillow on the ground. He was leaning against my leg, hugging the big clear tub of animal crackers as he munched on them quietly.

"Like this show, baby?" I asked.

He nodded softly and I pet his hair gently. Gee leaned into the touch when I heard the doorbell ring. I sighed, standing up as Gee looked up at me questionably.

"Stay here," I said.

I went over and opened the front door. I froze when I saw the person in front of me.

"Hi, Frank," Mr. Stump said.

I stared at him and his ginger hair and black fedora. A black pair of glasses resting on his round face.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked, looking behind me.

Thankfully Gee listened this time and stayed watching tv.

"We haven't talked in quite a while and I thought I'd check in and see how you're doing," he said. "How long has it been now?"

I bit my lip, wishing he'd just leave. "I don't know, ten years or so."

"Wow, you're all grown up now," he remarked. "What, 33? 32?"

"32," I answered shortly.

God, why can't he ever just leave me alone?

"Jesus, you've grown so much," he said. "No more dyed hair, more tattoos, you've got rid of the piercings. You've really changed."

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled.

"Anything new in your life?" He asked. "Girlfriend, boyfriend, maybe?"

"Daddy?" A voice said softly.

I looked behind me and saw Gee, standing there with wide, tear filled eyes.

"I told you to stay in the other room," I said.

Gee whimpered, looking down at his hand.

"I-I got hurt," he whispered.

He held out his hand for me to see and I could see the blood on his pale skin.

"Now how'd you do that?" I asked.

"I-I was--"

"You're the boy from the missing posters sign," Mr. Stump interrupted.

"I'm not missing, I'm right here," Gee said.

He reached for his phone and I quickly got into motion. I pulled him inside, grabbing the phone from his hand and smashing it against the wall. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the basement while he screamed and yelled.

"Go watch your show, baby," I ordered.

Gee whimpered, hurrying away. I dragged Mr. Stump down to the basement.

"Let go!" Mr. Stump screamed.

"Shut up," I grumbled.

He fought against me but I was bigger and stronger. I sat him down in the metal chair, using the handcuffs that were still on the ground and cuffing him to the chair. I grabbed another chair, setting it across from him and sitting in it.

"What happened to you, Frank?" He asked.

"Nothing, I've always been like this," I said.

"But I treated you, you got better," he said in confusion. "You were even very polite."

"And you were even very gullible," I said.

"You don't have to do this, just let me and that poor boy go," Mr. Stump said. "Or not me, let him go and kill me."

"He's mine," I stated.

"Frank, he isn't--"

"He's mine!" I shouted, cutting him off.

"Frank, it's not too late, you can change this," Mr. Stump said.

"You know what," I said. "You were always playing these mind games with me, trying to trick me while I was in your sessions. Trying to change the way I think and change me. You had all these stupid little mind games."

"Frank, there weren't any--"

"Let's play my own mind game now," I said.

I got up, grabbing my revolver and putting only one bullet in. I sat across from him again, spinning the cylinder.

"How about a game of Russian roulette," I offered. "I'll even let you go first."

I pointed the gun at his head, pulling the trigger quickly. He jumped, seeing that there was no bullet in that shot. I cocked the gun, pointing it at my own head.

"How's this for your dirty little mind games?" I sneered.

"Frank, don't do this, don't put yourself at risk," Mr. Stump said.

I smirked. "Fine then. Gee, baby, come here!"

Mr. Stump looked like a deer in headlights as we heard little pitter patters of feet. Gee came downstairs, still wearing only dark purple panties and his white collar. I patted my lap and he sat down, eyeing the other man nervously.

"Daddy, I got a boo boo," Gee said.

I looked down at his hand where there wasn't blood anymore but I could see where he got a paper cut. I kissed the cut on his finger and he giggled quietly.

"Better, sweetheart?" I asked.

Gee smiled and nodded.

"We're gonna play a little game," I said.

"What game is that, daddy?" Gee asked.

I gently pressed the barrel of the revolver against his temple and he flinched. He stood up, eyes filled with tears as he shook his head.

"I-I don't think I like this game," he whimpered.

I pulled his arm but Gee resisted slightly

"I-I don't think I wanna play, daddy," he denied.

"What did I tell you about disrespecting me?" I warned.

Gee bit his lip, nervously sitting down into my lap. He was crying as I pointed the gun at him again.

"Don't do this," Mr. Stump said. "Let him go, he doesn't wanna be here."

"Of course he does, he's my little baby," I said. "He's never gonna leave me."

"Let him go, he's scared," Mr. Stump said.

"No he's not," I denied.

"He's sobbing and shaking," he pointed out.

I looked at Gee and shook my head, the gun still pressed against his temple.

"Let him go," Mr. Stump ordered.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I shouted, making both of them flinch. "This is my game! Not yours! You can't keep filling my head with nonsense!"

I pulled the trigger and Gee screamed.

There was no bullet.

"Your turn," I growled.

I pointed the gun to Mr. Stump, pulling the trigger. I watched the way his blood splattered, painting the walls behind him. I was breathing heavily as I glared at his now dead body. Gee whimpered quietly, hugging me tight.

"Y-you weren't really gonna shoot me, right?" Gee asked. "You had that planned out so I wouldn't die?"

"Of course," I lied. 

To be honest, I didn't know if I was gonna kill him or not. It's all just luck.

"Who was he?" Gee asked.

"He was a very bad man," I stated. "He's been mean to me ever since I was a child, he was gonna try and take you away from me."

"I wanna stay here, I love you," Gee said.

"I know, baby, that's why I had to kill him," I said.

Gee nodded, sniffling as he wiped his eyes. He looked at the gun in my hand nervously.

"I-I don't like it when you point that at me," he said.

"I won't point it at you again, baby," I promised.

He nodded, sniffling quietly.

"How's your butt, sugar?" I asked.

"It still hurts," he mumbled.

"Well how about you go watch your cartoons and I'll make you a root beer float," I suggested.

"Really?" He asked hopefully.

I nodded and he smiled, kissing my cheek.

"You're the best person ever," he said.

Gee hurried upstairs and I chuckled. I set the gun onto the table, looking at Mr. Stump's slumped over body before I headed upstairs. I went into the kitchen, getting a big glass and filling it with root beer before adding a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. I grabbed a spoon, heading into the other room where Gee was sitting on his pillow on the ground. He gasped when I handed him the treat, smiling happily.

"Thank you, daddy," he said.

I smiled, kissing his forehead as I sat on the couch. Gee leaned against my leg, watching whatever show was on the screen. He giggled at the funny parts and cooed at the cute ones. His mood seemed so much better than it had been before. After I killed Mr. Stump he seemed happier.

Gee set his cup onto the coffee table when he finished, his eyes glued to the screen. I ran a hand through my hair, watching the tv with little interest. It was a show made for younger kids and Gee enjoyed it but I didn't. I'd rather be watching the news, keeping up with the police and other crimes.

"Hey, baby, can we watch the news for a little?" I asked.

I got no reply and I looked down in confusion. Gee had fallen asleep, leaning against my leg with his head resting on my knee. I smiled, picking him up off the floor and cradling him in my lap. He was probably still worn out from his punishment earlier. Plus, the small scare when I pointed my gun at him must've taken a lot out of him. There must've been just a enough sugar in his treat to crash.

I brushed the hair out of his face, kissing the tip of his nose softly. I thought about Mr. Stumps' dead body in my basement, the homophobic man's and Hayley's far too destroyed to be traceable. All for him. Killed them all for my Gee. I'd do anything to protect my baby.

"I love you, baby," I whispered. "You're never leaving me."