Pretty in Punk (frerard)

Chapter 1

Ah I love this

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I could feel my eyes filling with tears as I looked around me at the unknown surroundings.

"Here, Gee, I'll show you to your room," the person, who is said to be my brother, told me.

"I want my Mama," I whimpered. 

He patted my back, grabbing my bag as he led me upstairs. He opened the door to a room. There was a big, soft bed with big fluffy white blankets on it. The walls were light blue and it matched the light blue chair that was in front of the white desk. There was a dresser and an empty bookshelf and a door that lead to a closet.

"I hope you like it," my brother, whose name I have forgotten, said. "We didn't really know what you liked so we just went with something basic."

"Don't like it," I pouted. "I wanna go home."

He sighed. "How about you go unpack and I'll see when dinner's ready?"

He went out and shut the door while my lip quivered. I could hear voices on the other side of the door and I listened closer.

"He doesn't like it, dad," my brother said.

"He's just scared, Mikey," my dad said.

At least, I was told he was my dad.

And now I know my brother's name.

"He just needs some time to adjust," my dad said.

"But he doesn't know anything," Mikey said. "He got scared by the car, it's gonna take a lot of time to adjust."

"I know, but we just have to be here for him," my dad said.

"I know," Mikey sighed. "Anyways, I told him I'd ask how long dinner would take, he's getting unpacked now."

"Here, I'll go talk to him," my dad said.

The door opened and I stared at the man in front of me, hugging my stuffie to my chest.

"Hey, Gee," he said with a smile.

He was short and chubby. He had a big smile on his face. His hair was black but turning grey and he had a pair of glasses on his face.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"I want my mama," I whispered.

"I'm making mac n' cheese for dinner," he said.

I stared at him blankly. "What's mac n' cheese?"

"Oh, I think you'll like it," he said. "Do you need help unpacking?"

I shook my head. "I don't need to unpack, my mama's gonna come and get me soon."

My dad sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed. He patted the spot beside him and I sat down, making sure to keep my distance.

"Son, she isn't going to be back for a while," he said softly.

"My mama wouldn't leave me," I denied.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna be here for a while," he said, patting my back. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

He got up and left the room and I frowned. There was a mirror on the wall and I walked up to it. I looked at my hair. My mama dyed it red for me and I liked it. But my eyes were red and puffy from crying and my makeup was smudged.

"Mama," I whimpered, my lip quivering.

I've always lived with only my mama. We lived in our little house under the ground. Mama said it was safe there. She said everywhere else was dangerous and that's why I couldn't go outside. I didn't mind, I liked living there with Mama. But then one day these big scary men came in when Mama wasn't home and they took me away. They said they were the police and were gonna get me somewhere safe. There were some court things and I had to stand on trial. My Mama was there and she was crying. I've never seen my Mama cry before. I was taken to a man and they told me he was my dad and I was gonna be living with him and my younger brother.