Pretty in Punk (frerard)

Chapter 8

I had the dream again. The scary one where all the people storm into my house and take me away from Mama. I sat up in bed, crying as I grabbed my paci and went to Mikey's room. I stopped when I saw Pete in bed with them. The two were sleeping and cuddled up happily.

I went back and grabbed my blankie and Dee. I stepped down the stairs quietly to the backdoor, going to the backdoor. I went to Mikey's treehouse, making sure to lock the door and latch all the window shutters.

This place was so nice and comforting. I wrapped my blankie around me, using Dee as a pillow while I sucked on my paci. I curled into a little ball as I fell asleep.

"Gee!" I heard a voice call. "Gee! Where are you?!"

I woke up, rubbing my eyes. The sun was up now as I opened the latch. I ducked my head down and saw Mikey in his pajamas.

"Gee! Oh my god!" He exclaimed, coming to the tree and climbing up with me. "You scared us all to death! We went to get you up for breakfast and you weren't in bed or anywhere in the house. Dad near about called the police."

"I-I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't know.

He sighed quietly, running a hand through his blond hair.

"Why'd you come up here anyways?" He asked.

"I had the dream again but Pete was in your bed and I didn't have nowhere else to go," I said. "This was the place I felt safest."

Mikey wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Even if Pete is here you can still come to me if you're scared, Pete cares about you too."

"Okay, Mikey," I said quietly. "I'm sorry for scaring everyone."

He pulled away and smiled at me. "Well, on the bright side for you dad got so freaked out so he called Frank and when Frank heard you were missing he freaked out too. So, long story short, he's in the living room right now."

I smiled happily, grabbing all my things as we climbed down the ladder.

"So, is he your boyfriend now?" Mikey asked.

"What's the difference between a boyfriend and a friend?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"I'll let Frank explain that to you," Mikey said as we walked inside.

My dad gave me a big hug when I walked inside.

"I thought I lost you again," he mumbled.

He kissed my forehead and pulled away.

"C'mon, let's go eat," my dad said. "We'll talk about this later."

Frank came over and gave me a hug as everyone else left the room.

"I don't wanna ever get a call to wake me up saying that you've gone missing again," Frank whispered.

I nodded my head and he took my hand. We went into the dining room and I saw the scrambled eggs and weird bread stuff.

"What's this?" I asked.

"French toast," Mikey answered.

We ate quietly and it was weird. Everyone seemed tense. I didn't like it. We finally finished and I pulled Frank up to my bedroom. I buried my face into the pillows and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"They all hate me," I cried.

"They don't--"

"I want Mama," I interrupted. "Hate it here, want Mama."

"Baby, your mom is in jail," Frank said softly.

"I'm gonna move back home," I declared. "I'll live alone and wait for Mama to come home."