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Chapter 27

Gerard's POV

I don't know how I feel about daddy taking me with him, because I am a little bit scared. I'm not stupid though, I know what he does isn't pretty. But I try not to think about it, although those thoughts cloud my mind most of the time.

After a little while we arrive at what looks like an abandoned area, and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Nor is there really any cars.
I suddenly become curious as to what we are doing and so I decide to ask daddy.

"Where are we?" I ask him, squinting my eyes as I look out the window at the now dark sky.

"Listen, dollface. I have some business to attend to, so you'll be staying in the car. Got it?" Frank told me, and I could see from the corner of my eyes that there was a gun now in his hand.
Although I didn't want to cause any trouble by asking more questions, I was still curious.
But I didn't want to anger him.
So I batted my eyelashes and pouted at him, because that seemed like it usually worked.

"Please daddy. I don't want to stay here alone..." I mumbled, because it was true. Something could happen to me, or even Frank.
And I didn't want that.

Frank sighed deeply and he rubbed his eyes with one of his tattooed hands, and the frown deepened on my face as I watched him.
"I don't think you understand" Frank said, taking his hand away from his face and looking me straight in the eyes, which made my body tense slightly. Was I in trouble?

"I don't want you getting hurt, I'm doing you a favor by keeping you in here"

"You just don't want me getting in your way, you don't have to lie about it, daddy" I replied, my voice a little quieter. "Just leave me, it's okay"

This seemed to make the man upset and he slammed his hand down on the wheel, which made me jump a little.
"Listen. I've been doing everything for you the past few months, no? Including keeping your spoiled ass alive! If you don't start treating me with more respect you're going to get yourself killed. Do you understand?" Frank snapped, his hand gripping the gun so tightly that his knuckles went white and veins started to show.

I just sat there for a moment, surprised how fast this man switched moods. I wasn't necessarily scared, just a little fearful that maybe one day the man would actually kill me.
Then what would I do?
I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard his raspy, tired voice once again.

"Answer me" He said, his expression more frustrated now than anything.  "Don't make me say it again"

"I understand, daddy." I finally said, my head hanging down as I stared down at my lap. I don't understand this man, and I don't think I ever will. He can't make up his mind about anything.

"Daddy please just don't hurt anyone. Please. I know that it's what you do but I don't-I don't want you hurting anyone for a silly reason." I said, frowning as I looked back up at him.

"I can't make any promises" He said in a cold voice, and I knew that meant no. Why do I ever try when he doesn't listen to a thing I say? I'm not even useful to him, so why does he still keep me around? I'd rather be with Bert.

I saw him slip his gun into his back pocket and then he hid it with his jacket, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Just the thought of him killing someone made me sick to my stomach. A killer, murderer, and kidnapper loves me. How did I let this happen?
This isn't right. I shouldn't love him back, but I do. And I know that it's wrong. My brother would be extremely ashamed of me if he knew what was going on, and I'm pretty sure he would never speak to me again. But of course, there was no chance of me seeing him ever again. Because daddy likes me all to himself. And I'm absolutely sick of it.
Once daddy left I made sure he was fully gone before I slowly slid out of the car and followed him. I knew for a fact that he would be infuriated with me once he saw me, but I was okay with that.

It was quite dark outside so I couldn't really see anything, but I assumed that wherever he was going was located in the big building, which looked rough and old from the outside.
I shivered slightly as I walked, considering I was only wearing a short sleeved shirt, a skirt from the day before, and my stockings that rode up to my knees.
But I didn't mind it, at least now I wasn't stuck in the car for the rest of the night.

I watched as Frank walked into the building and as he closed the door I silently ran over and held it open, knowing that he would probably lock it if anything.
When he was gone I entered the building quietly and I saw a group of men sitting together. There were a few bottles of alcohol on the table and most of them had cigars hanging from their lips and in between their fingers, which had created a cloud of smoke that filled the room.
But as I stepped away from the door it slammed shut, and I immediately regretted everything because I knew that daddy saw me.

I just froze and a look of worry spread across my face as I saw Frank come towards me with an angry expression, and grab me by the arm roughly. He dragged me over to the area with all the scary looking men and I whimpered softly as he sat me down onto the ground. "Daddy I'm sorry-" I tried to apologize but he didn't care.

"Don't 'daddy I'm sorry' me. You're in big fucking trouble, do you understand me?" Frank  snapped, and he didn't mind saying it loud enough for everyone to hear.

My cheeks went a deep red and I looked down, ashamed and a little uncomfortable. "I didn't mean to, daddy. I just w-wanted to see what was so important" I whispered, tears in my eyes.
I could practically feel all of the other men staring down at me too, and some of them laughed and whispered dirty things.

"That's your whore, huh?" One of the men said, staring me down. Frank lit a cigar between his lips and he nodded a little. "I don't like to label what is mine. But call him what you will" He said, inhaling the smoke.

I wanted to cry so badly, but I held it in as best as I could. God, I probably should've stayed inside the car. This was a very very bad idea.

"He's hot" The man said, and I just sat there, not knowing what to say or do.

"He's mine"

"Maybe we should teach him a lesson, eh?" One of the men asked with a slight smirk on the corner of his lips, and I held my breath.

"I don't share what is mine" Frank growled, and he grabbed onto my arm, pulling me closer.

"perchè no?"

Frank scoffed and he narrowed his eyes at the other "I just said it" He said "Don't make me repeat myself" He snapped, and I winced a little when he tightened his grip on me.

"Oh come on, why don't we have some fun, no?" The man grinned and he grabbed my arm to pull me towards him. As soon as this happened I saw Franks face drop and I knew he wasn't happy one bit.

"Get your fucking hands off of him" Frank growled, but his voice didn't seem to be super super angry like it usually was when he got mad. This made me calm down a little but the same feeling inside of me came back when I saw him take out his gun from his back pocket. I immediately panicked and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't do anything to stop him, I would just 'get in his way' like he had told me before.
I heard Frank press down on the trigger and I whimpered softly, my breathing rapid as I continued to look back from Frank and to the man.

Frank glanced at me for a moment and I felt my heart sink in my chest as he sighed "Close your eyes, doll"

"Daddy don't-"
It was already too late.