TRIGGER WARNING

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I was tired.

God, so fucking tired.

But yet, my phone was going off at four in the morning.

I'm gonna kill whoever's calling me.

"What?" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as I pressed my phone to my ear.

"C-come get me," Gee choked out.

I sat up, suddenly wide awake. He sounded so distressed.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'll be there in a minute," I said.

I jumped out of bed, throwing some clothes on and running out to my car. There was at least a dozen traffic laws I broke as I sped to Gee's house. When I finally got there, I pulled up to the curb. I grew worried when he didn't come out so I ran to the side garage door. I hurried up to his bedroom, seeing him curled in a ball on his bed as he sobbed. I sat beside him and pulled him into my lap.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Baby? What happened?"

"M-my dad was upset o-over the fact that his girl d-ditched on him," he cried. "A-and then I woke up I-in the middle of the n-night and felt h-his hands all over me. A-and I started crying and h-he hit me and p-pushed me on my stomach a-and h-he ripped my panties off a-and then--oh, I-it hurt so much."

I stared at him, feeling my own eyes filling with tears.

"Oh baby," i muttered.

"I-I was screaming and c-crying but my mom a-and brother just ignored me," he sobbed.

Oh god, Gee's dad took his virginity while the rest of his family just ignored his screams.

"That's it," I stated, standing up.

He watched me, shaking and crying as his knees were pulled up to his chest. I grabbed a duffel bag from his closet, shoving in all sorts of clothes and other knick knacks. Books, colored pencil sets, a few stuffies, plenty of dresses and skirts and shirts and jeans.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He asked.

"You're moving in with me," I said.

I grabbed a pair of panties and held them out to him, since he had nothing on the lower half of his body. I helped him into them as he winced.

"I-it hurts," he cried.

"I'm guessing he didn't stretch you or use lube?" I muttered and he shook his head. "That fucker."

I threw the duffel over my shoulder, picking Gee up in my arms. I carried him down the hall when I ran into his parents arguing. His dad was tall and slim but well built, with grey hair. His mom's physique reminded me more of Gee, short and chubby.

"You'll have sex with him but not me?!" His mom shouted.

"He has a better ass!" His dad yelled. "Maybe I'll even fuck him again!"

"N-no!" Gee sobbed, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"You're not gonna put another one of your filthy fingers on him," I seethed.

"What do you think you're doing?" His dad asked.

"He's moving out," I stated.

"Gerard is not going anywhere," he denied. "How do you think this would look to the people? I'm a congressman, you know."

"Oh, maybe they would think you raped your son," I spat. "Fuck you."

I carried Gee downstairs and passed Mikey on the way.

"Hey, Gee, can you try not to scream so loudly next time? I've got a hangover," he muttered.

"You're an ass," I growled.

I carried Gee out to my car, setting him into the passenger seat gently. I went to my side, holding onto his hand as he was shaking and sobbing.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay," I reassured.

I drove us back home, my own tears rolling down my cheeks. I carried him up to our bedroom, tucking him into the bed. I sat beside him, running a hand through his hair.

"Baby, I've gotta call the police," I whispered.

He shook his head. "Th-They're gonna take me back to the foster homes!"

"Sweetheart, how old are you?" I asked.

"I-I'm eighteen, why?" He replied.

"Baby you're an adult, they won't take you anywhere," I said.

"B-but what about Mikey?" He asked.

I sighed. "He can...he can live here too."

I knew I would regret this but fuck it.

"R-really?" He asked.

"Yes, he can," I confirmed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I'll go get more of your stuff and pick him up then we'll come back and call the police. You just get some rest, beautiful."

I turned to leave but he stopped.

"D-do you still love me?" He whispered.

I frowned, going to kneel beside him as he turned to lay on his side and I held his hand.

"Of course I still love you," I said. "Why would you even ask that?"

"B-because maybe you don't want me a-anymore after my dad..." he trailed off. "I-I'm dirty and used."

"No, baby, I will always love you," I said. "You know that. There will never be a time when I don't love you, you're my little princess."

I gave him a kiss, grabbing his paci and Olivia. I gave him the two objects, kissing his nose before walking out.

I reluctantly drove back to Gee's house. It seemed to have quieted down as I walked inside through the side garage door. I went to his room, shoving the majority of his things into bags then carrying them out. Either I was really stealthy or nobody cared because I was never stopped. It was probably the latter.

"Let's go," I said as I walked into the living room where Mikey was sitting on his phone.

"Where?" He grumbled, not even looking up.

"My house, you're moving in," I stated.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm getting your parents arrested," I said.

Mikey sighed as he stood up. "Fine, whatever."

I raised my eyebrows as he went upstairs. Mikey came down a minute later with a backpack in his hand.

"Mom! Dad! I'm moving out!" He called.

He followed behind me in his own car until we got to my house. I got out and he walked behind me into the apartment.

"Is that all you need?" I asked, pointing to his single backpack. "You're living here, you know."

"I'm good," he said.

"Okay, whatever," I mumbled. "I'll be back in a minute."

I went into the bedroom to check on Gee, seeing him shaking and crying. I hurried over, wrapping my arms around him as I pulled him up into my lap.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked.

"S-scared," he whimpered.

"What are you scared of, beautiful?" I asked.

Gee buried his face into the crook of my neck, hugging me tight.

"There's no need to be scared, baby," I whispered.

My arms wrapped tight around his shaking body as I kissed his head. I sang softly, lulling him to sleep. Gee hummed while I sang quietly and he eventually fell back asleep. I kissed his forehead, setting him down and tucking him back into the bed.

I went out and shut the door, looking to help Mikey next. I stopped short when I saw Mikey turn over and empty his backpack onto the coffee table. There were things like jeans, some t-shirts, and some boxers. But among that mix was also drugs.

"Jesus Christ, Mikey!" I exclaimed, making sure to not be too loud so I didn't wake Gee. "You can't bring that shit into my house!"

He rolled his eyes, going and opening my fridge.

"Man, why don't you have beer?" He asked. "You seem like the kind of guy who likes beer."

"Gee doesn't like it so I don't drink," I stated.

"What a bore," Mikey booed.

He slammed the fridge and I flinched.

"Hey, your brother's sleeping, keep it down," I said.

He sat down on the couch, picking up a small baggie full of weed.

"No, not in here," I denied.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because this is my apartment," I said.

"You can smoke some too if you want," Mikey offered. "Again, you seem like the kind of person who would do drugs."

He grabbed a t-shirt that was wrapped around something, unwrapping it and pulling out a bong.

"No, fuck no," I denied.

"If you're worried about Gee then he could join too, I don't care," he said.

"Gerard is not smoking and neither are you," I stated.

"Come on, you're supposed to be cool," he complained. "You're one of the punk guys at school."

"Yeah, like you've even been to school," I muttered. "But that doesn't matter, I'm thinking about Gee here."

"Spoiled brat," Mikey muttered.

"Hey, he is not spoiled," I denied. "He has been raped and abused and you have done absolutely nothing to help him. You just ran off and did drugs."

"What'd he do for me?" He muttered.

"Raised you, fed you, kept you from getting abused too," I listed.

"Well who cares," Mikey said.

I stared at him, shaking my head. He picked he bong back up and I scowled. I grabbed the bong from his hand, shaking my head while he groaned.

"Frankie?" A voice said quietly.

I turned to look at Gee, who was staring at the bong in my hand.

"It's not mine," I denied, pointing at Mikey, who held his hands up innocently.

"I tried to tell him he shouldn't smoke weed, Gee, he kept trying to get me to join him too," Mikey lied.

"No," I denied. "This is Mikey's."

"I know it is," Gee said and I sighed. "I was just...I was just scared that maybe he convinced you to join him."

"No, of course not, I'm taking it away," I said.

I set the bong down onto the shelf, going over and kissing Gee's forehead.

"Why are you up, beautiful?" I asked.

Gee bit his lip. "I-I needed some...water."

I knew he wasn't really telling the truth but I didn't care. I went over and grabbed a glass of water for him.

"Keep quiet out here and no drugs," I said to Mikey. "That's a pull out couch, pull it out if you need it."

It's almost five in the morning at this point.

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

I helped him back to the bedroom as he limped slightly, whimpering in pain.

I helped him into bed, changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt as I crawled in with him. Gee drink quietly and slowly. He finally finished and set the glass down on the nightstand.

"Now, beautiful, tell me why you're stalling," I said.

"I-I'm not stalling," he denied.

I raised my eyebrows and he whimpered, looking down.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Of what?" I asked.

"I-I keep thinking that when I fall asleep my dad is gonna be here and h-he's gonna--"

"Oh, baby," I cut him off, "Don't you worry, I'm right here. Oh fuck, I forgot to call the police I was so busy dealing with Mikey."

"C-can you do it tomorrow?" Gee asked, his eyes filling with tears. "I-I feel safer with you."

I nodded my head, pulling him closer as I cuddled with him. I sniffled quietly, hugging my poor, crying baby.