Proud of you, proud of you
Go 'head girl, make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you, proud of you
Go shawty, make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
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tw: sexual assault

It was sunday. Gerard hatted sundays. There was always a possibly that he and Mikey would be dragged to church. Gerard doubted that his father qas religious, though they did pray evey night and before every meal. He just couldn't see his father actually beliving in some magic man in the sky when he could do the most cruel things to his own blood. Gerard was brought up religious by his grandmother but after her passing and the start of the abuse when he was four God never made too much sense.

It was seven a.m. and he was awake. He definitely didn't feel like getting up. He stayed like that for twenty more minutes. Not alseep, but his eyes were closed so if anyone came in they'd think he was.

"Gee?" A voice called. Gerard stiffened until he realized it was Dallon.

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at him.

"Good morning Gee." He said. His voice was raspy and deep from sleep. He cleared his throat when he noticed.

"Good morning." Gee replied quietly. He sat up out of his bed and rubbed his eyes.

"I-I like your night gown. It's pretty." Dallon commented, his natural soft voice coming back.

Gerard blushed and looked down at the gown he was wearing. His Father had bought it for him back before hr stoped wearing skirts. Frank brought those old habits back. Gerard felt happier when he wore his skirts. He also felt better with Frank.

"Thank you, Dall." He smiled.

"We've got church today. Are you going?" He asked.

Gerard tried his hardest not to laugh, but he failed. Dallon was pretty much blind to what happened in the house even though he was living in it. Gerard didn't have a choice. He never had choices.

"I don't have a choice, silly." he giggled.

Dallon stood confused.

"Well what if you're not religious?"

"I am. . . Or at least thats what I have to be."

"Um, I don't get it." Dallon said blushing.

"When we go out to church people see us. People take pictures, some might end up in the papper, it all just looks nice. The perfect Way family." Gerard mimics.

"Oh." Dallon said. "Well you should get dressed. We leave soon." He had alot more to say and alpt more opinions but he was much to shy to say them. He'd probably just whisper-yell them to himself later tonight.

Gerard nodded and waled Dallon to his door and closed it when he was out.

Gerard alwsys had a church outfit picked out just incase he had to go. He had chosen a simple pink dress with white frills. It had a bow around the waist that tied around the back. The one thing Gerard hated was the fact that he couldnt tie the bow on his own. He got dressed and left the bow untied.

Gerard contemplated putting on make up but decided against it in the end. He went for a simple light pink gloss that went well with his dress.

"Gee, we leave in ten!" His father called from downstairs.

Gerard rushed over to put on some perfume than ran down the stairs. As he ran he felt the ribbons behind his graze the back of his legs.

"Fuck, the bow." He thought.

He went to the living room to find someone to tie it for him. Instead of Mikey, or Dallon he found Bert sutting on the couch on his phone. He was dressed nicely for once in a nice suit and tie.

"What are you doing here?" Gerard asked sitting down next to him.

Gee crawled halfway into the boy's lap and looked looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing on his phone but Bert clicked it off as soon as his eyes met the screen. Gerard looked up at the order boy pouting and scowling at the same time. Bert giggled and pulled Gee all the way into his lap.

"You look absolutely adorable, baby." Bert said putting his hands on Gerard's waist.

"Thank you." He blushed. "I cant tie the bow though, I needs help with that." He said straightening his posture and looking over his shoulder to his untied bow.

"Well stand up, I'll tie it for ya." Bert said with a crooked grin that would probably look creepy on anyone else.

"Thank you!" Gerard squealed and hopped up. He turned around letting Bert gently tie his bow. Mikey always did it too tight and Gerard would yell at him and tell him to do it again.

When Bert finished Gerard smiled and started to turn back around but Bert's firm hands on his waist prevented him from doing so. Gerard felt uneasy and reached for Berts hands at his sides.

"You look so pretty today, baby doll." Bert whispred in his ear. Gerard  shivered frowning and wiggled a bit in an attempt to get Berts hands away.

"T-Thank you. . . Thank you, B-Bert?" He said in a quiet confused voice.

He didnt budge, but what he did do was attach his lips to the side of Gerard's neck. He kissed a line up Gee's neck before he sucked on the skin near his throat. Gerard moaned involuntarily as Bert's hand made its way to the front of his dress. Gerard gasped and went to grab Bert's hand before he went any farther.

"Stop fighting me baby, I just want to make you feel good." He growled and grabed Gerards hand with his free one. He pinned it behind his back.

"B-Bert n-n-no I have a-" Gerard tried to say but he was continuously interrupted by his own broken breaths.

"Shh." Bert said inching his hand to where he thought Gerard wanted it to be. He started to slowly palm the younger boy untill he could feel the wetness of pre-cum through his panties.

"You're already fucking leaking," Bret  said roughly shoving his hands into Gerards lace underwear. "Fuck- you want this don't you."

Gerard could feel the warm tears streaming down his face as he forced himself to stay quiet. Just wait it out he thought, then he could tell Frank. He could fix him. He could mend all the wounds Bert was unknowingly causing right now. Because Bert was hurting and he needed this. . . Right?

"Mmh" Gerard whimmperd standing on his tiptoes from the intensity. His frilly socks were getting dirty from grazing Berts dirty shoes. He and Bert were pressed together his back to Bert's front. No way to get out. He was close to cuming he could feel it. He didn't want to. He knew it was natural but he didn't want Bert to know that his body was enjoying this the slightest.

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed onto Bert's pant leg for stability his leg's we going to give out.

"I got you, I got you." Bert whispered. "Cum for me" he growled stroking Gre faster.

Gerard let out a high pitched moan and threw his head back on Bert's chest.

"D-Daddy-" he moaned as he came into Bert's fist. Fuck

"Fuck yeah." Bert smirked. "You seem like the type."

"I-I-I" Gerard stammered. He didn't mean to call him that. The only person in his mind when he climaxed was Frank.

"It's okay darling." Bert said lettring go of Gerard. The second his hand left him Gerard fell to his knees with a thud crying. "I'm gonna make you mine. I promise." Bert said bening down near Gee's ear.

"Frank-" he sobbed out.

"You'll forget all about him. Now, go get some new underwear. You made a mess."

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After church Bert apologized for what he did. He told him he didn't mean to ignore his pleads and that he was still hurting and thats why he did it. Gerard understood. Sometimes after his dad did what he did he would yell at Mikey  when he did almost anything. Maybe Bert was just like him  but instead of yelling he did that. . . sexual stuff.

He bought Gerard his favorite ice cream while eveyone else went back home. Since Bert cleaned up his look and went to church once Gerard's father started to like him a lot more and was okay with him being around Gerard.

"Who's that?" Bert asked reaching for Gerard's phone when it rung.

"Mmph!" Gerard mumbled with a spoon in his mouth. He put his spoon back in his cup and made grabby hands for his phone. It was Frank and he really needed to talk to him.

"Oh It's lover boy hm?" Bert teased.

Gerard mouthed "please" when he noticed what Bert was about to do.

"Hello?" Bert answered in a friendly tone.

"What? Bert ? Where the fuck is Gerard?" Frank said shooting up from hsi bed where he was laying.

"He's right here. We're actually out right now getting ice cream." Bert said simply.

Frank started to ask more questions but Bert cut him off. Gerard sat wanting to cry. He was powerless. He just had to wait it out as Bert told his love whatever he felt like.

"I thought he deserved a treat for doing so well." Bert continued. "He came right when I told him to, he's so fucking good at taking orders."

Gerard almost choked. He started scratching his wrist with his sharp outgrown nails as he watched desperately waiting for Bert to stop. They were painted a soft lilac. Frank loved when he painted his nails.

"What the fuck did you just say! Where's my fucking baby?" He screamed over the phone so loud that it caused Bert to jump. The first tear trailed down Gee's cheek as Bert laughed at Frank's anger.

"Daddy." Gerard whimpered to himself, silently crying.

"What'd you fuckin' say?" Bert said to Gerard. "Sorry Frankie, I gotta go straighten this out." He said before hanging up.

"When you're with me that dipshit doesn't exist. Got it?" Bert said firmly.

Gerard just nodded his head.

"Good boy." Bert smiled and patted Gerard's head over the small table.

"Good boy." Gerard said to himself, smiling as he whipped away his tears.

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A/n: we love a healthy friendship!!1!!

Jk lol.  bert? More like dert amirite

vote!

-Serrae♡