I don't know why but I really like it when people address me by my name in the comments or even when they just call me mom bc irl ppl call me by my legal name and I hate it but on the internet everyone calls me Cat and it's nice

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I was sat in my first grade class on the first day of school. Some of the kids very excited and some were crying because they wanted their parents. I, however, was bored out of my mind. The girl sitting next to me had black hair in two pigtails and she wore a plaid skirt. Let me tell you one thing, she talked a lot.

"And over the summer we also went to my grandma's and mommy came home with my baby brother and he is so little and cute but daddy said I won't be forgotten even though I'm older and my brother is cute but he cries a lot and I don't like that because he's loud and hurts my ears but sometimes he's cute when he's laughing or doing funny things and sometimes he chews on his own feet and that's really weird but my parents love it and they also love it when he makes a mess with his food like when he dumped it over his head but if I do that then it's just silly and annoying and--"

She was cut off when I took my sharpened pencil and cut her leg. The girl started screaming and crying as blood dripping from the wound. My pencil broke so the lead was still in her leg and I hoped she would get lead poisoning and die.

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I had two bags full of stuff as I put them into my car and drove home. It was about three in the morning, completely dark and silent outside. It didn't take long to get home and I stepped inside the dark house quietly. I headed down to the basement, flicking on the lights. I saw Gee sleeping as I carried the bags down and sat on the bed beside him.

"Hey, sugar, wake up," I whispered, shaking him lightly.

"Daddy," Gee muttered sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. "What is it?"

"I got some stuff for you," I said.

He sat up sleepily, resting his head against my shoulder. I opened one of the bags and he sat up straight, his eyes going wide. He reached in, pulling out his clothes that I've stuffed inside.

"You got my stuff?" He asked excitedly.

I nodded and he smiled, kissing my cheek. I reach into the other bag, pulling out his bedspread and pillow. His eyes lit up and I stood up while he did too, the chains clinking softly. He set the pillow on the head of the bed, carefully making the bed. Gee looked happy as he sat on the bed, laying down on his back comfortably.

"Happy?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

"Good, why don't you go back to sleep," I suggested.

He got under the blankets and curled into a warm ball, a small smile on his face as he fell back asleep. I went upstairs, not feeling like going back to sleep. I sat on the couch and looked at the newspaper. There was an article about the dead body I had drowned in the lake last week but they had no clue who did it. I swear, the police around here are just so fucking stupid.

I watched tv for a bit before getting up to make breakfast for Gee and I. I cooked some scrambled eggs with toast and set them onto two plates, putting them on the little breakfast bar I had. I poured orange juice into two cups, one a regular glass cup and the other a pink sippy cup. I knew he loved drinking out of them so I let him. As soon as it was time, I was downstairs waking him up and unchaining him. He followed me up, sitting at the breakfast bar with me and eating quickly.

"You're gonna get a stomachache if you eat too fast," I warned.

Gee blushed, giggling quietly and covering his mouth.

"Can we go out today?" He asked.

"Maybe, I'll think about it," I said.

He gave me these big puppy dog eyes, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Gee," I warned in a stern voice.

"Sorry, daddy," Gee apologized, going back to eating his food.

I went back to eating too, looking down at my plate.

"When I was little me and my mom would always walk around town," he said. "She would always take me into the candy shop so we can have root beer floats. Sometimes my brother even came too. We used to go every year before school started to buy me new shoes and new pants. And then she would buy herself a dress and we would go out to dinner together at the same restaurant that we ate breakfast at. There used to be a worker there who was really nice and she always have me cookies but she doesn't work there anymore. I miss her she was so kind."

I nodded my head, but Gerard didn't even seem to notice as he kept on talking.

"Has your mom ever taken you to the candy shop to get root beer floats?" He asked, but didn't seem to mind when I didn't answer. "If she didn't then that's sad, you missed out on a childhood. They are really good. I forgot the name of the man who works there. Him and his wife owned it and they were a really cute old couple. Root beer floats have always been my favorite. Sometimes my dad would make them for me at home and they were good but never as good as the candy shop ones. Do you have ice cream and root beer? I can make some for you if you'd like."

"No, I don't have those things," I said.

"That's too bad, we could've made our own sundae bar," he said. "Me and my friends used to have sundae bars at my house when we had sleepovers. It was so much fun, my mom would buy us a lot of different kinds of ice creams and toppings and it was so good. I don't do that anymore, not since I was a teenager. Sometimes I miss those sorts of things when--"

"You talk a lot," I interrupted.

"Miss Williams says it's good for me to be more open," Gee said.

I held my fork tighter in frustration. "I told you not to mention her again."

"Sorry, daddy," Gee apologized.

I stood up and gee followed while I put a hand on his back and led him down to the basement. He sat on the bed and let me lock the chain around his ankle. I went into a cupboard in the corner, grabbing a black breathable ball gag. Gee blushed as I walked back over. He opened his mouth and I put it on him.

"I told you if you talked about her again I would gag you," I said, kneeling to his height. "Now, I'll come back to get you later, okay?"

Gee nodded his head and I smiled. I went upstairs, leaving him alone in the basement as I shut the door. I walked into the kitchen, cleaning up the empty plates that we had finished during Gerard's long talking. I opened the fridge, frowning when I saw I needed to head out to the store. I walked back down to wear Gerard was petting the top of his stuffie's head.

"I have to go out," I said and gee immediately looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes. "No, you can't come with me."

Gee pouted and crossed his arms, a small bit of drool falling out of the corner of his mouth.

"Now, you be good and I'll bring you home a treat," I said. "How does that sound?"

He nodded his head and I smiled. I kissed his forehead and left the house, going into town. I had gotten all my necessities and was about to walk into the candy shop to get a lollipop for Gee when someone stopped me. She was smaller, with bright orange hair and a black pencil skirt.

"Excuse me, have you seen this man?" She asked.

She handed me a paper with none other than a picture of gee and his name on it. There was contact information to call if anyone had seen him.

"No, I haven't," I lied.

She turned to ask someone else but I stopped her.

"He's a grown man," I stated. "He probably just went off maybe moved or got a new job or moved in with a girlfriend or something. He's not a child, he can manage himself."

"Well not really," the woman said, shaking her head. "He's one of my patients and he never misses our sessions. I went by his house and the door was unlocked, one of the windows were left open and everything was left exactly how it was. It was almost like he was taken. His bed was all messed up and he hadn't even taken anything."

I rolled my eyes. "He's a big boy, he probably just fell in love with someone and ran off, you know how it is."

The lady shook her head, turning to pass off more flyers. I walked towards home, which didn't take too long. When I walked inside, I locked the door behind me and set the bags down as I went downstairs. Gee looked at me hopefully and happily as I kneeled in front of him on the floor and took the gag out of his mouth.

"Do I get a treat, daddy?" Gee asked. "I was so good."

From the look on my face he frowned when he realized he wasn't getting a treat.

"Tell me, Gee, what does Miss Williams look like?" I asked.

He didn't say anything and I frowned.

"You can talk about her now," I said.

"Well, she has bright orange hair," he said

I nodded and knew that the lady who handed me the missing persons poster was Miss Williams. I showed him the flyer and Gee's eyes widened as he took it from my hands.

"Oh no, I've missed our sessions," he whined. "I like having our sessions, it's the only thing I look forward to."

"She thinks you were kidnapped," I said.

Gee looked at the poster and frowned.

"I don't like this picture of me she used," Gee complained.

"You're going to call her and tell her that you went and stayed with your parents or something," I said.

"Oh no, she won't believe that," he denied.

"Okay, tell her that you ran off with a girl you fell in love with," I suggested.

"But I'm gay," Gee countered.

"Okay, tell her you ran off with a boy," I said.

He nodded his head and I grabbed a burner phone I had. Gee dialed the number on the paper and put it on speaker.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

"Hi, Miss Williams," Gee said.

"Gee?! Where are you?!" She exclaimed.

"I fell in love with a boy," he said. "I ran off with him so we could be in love together."

"Gee, no." Miss Williams sighed. "You have to come to your sessions, you aren't cleared yet. Are you taking your meds?"

"I'm fine," Gee said, rolling his eyes. "All we do there is talk anyways."

"Yes, that's what we're supposed to do," Miss Williams said. "Gee, you can't skip your sessions, you know how bad you get ever since the accident."

"But I'm in good hands now," Gee said. "You don't need to worry about me. Bye, Miss Williams."

"Wait--"

Gee hung up before she could say anything and I smiled proudly.

"Good boy," I muttered, kissing the top of his head. "Maybe I'll take you out tomorrow for a treat."