Sorry, guys! I honestly kinda forgot about this site. I'll upload the rest of this by Monday!

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Mia woke up in the early hours of the morning wondering why everything seemed so bright. Things were never bright in her tiny room. Oh!, she realized. She didn’t have to stay in there anymore. She felt herself smile until she realized her head was not under a pillow; it was under a person. She sat up quickly, and looked at the man she had been sleeping with. He smirked at her, and ran his hands through his hair.
“Hey there, Buttercup.” Gerard winked. He was shirtless and propped again the headboard of his large, expensive looking bed. She hadn’t remembered coming in here…
“Um, hi…” She said uncertainly. Had he brought her in here?
“What, no more snuggling? I’m cold now.” The man pouted.
“I’m sorry…” She mumbled. “I’d like to know why I’m in here.” She said, finding a way to get around asking a question.
“And I’d like to not be cold anymore.” Gerard said simply. Mia crawled over to him and sat on his lap. She noticed that he was completely naked, and her not having any underwear, their groins pressed against each other. Gerard sucked in a sharp breath at the skin-to-skin contact, and she laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes hesitantly.
“Much better.” Gerard approved, holding her hips into place.
“I’d like to ask you a question.” Mia said. “Well… two.”
“Go ahead. Based on your questions, there may or may not be a punishment.” He said, voice reserved, his hands a little more tensed on her hips.
“I’ll take that risk.” She said quietly to herself. “… How long did your dad make you and Mikey do those things?” She asked, looking up to his eyes. No matter how hard she tried the image of the two little boys being forced to do sexual things to each other out of her head, it would not go away.
“Well…” Gerard said, thinking. “My dad was… not well. Mentally. He would talk to inanimate objects a lot, and punch walls for no reason and stuff. And then, he started making the videos. My mom never seemed to notice that my father was a bit off, and whenever we tried to say something she screamed at us. ‘He’s FINE Gerard!’” He quoted angrily, still in a state of remembrance. “’He’s perfectly fine! Go to your room, I don’t want to see you right now. No dinner either. You too, Mikey, go. GO!’ I think she saw what me and Mikey saw, but maybe didn’t want to admit it. Hell, I don’t know. But then, she saw the videos. She waited until we were do to go to school, and woke us up with tears in her eyes. ‘M? Gee? Get up, quickly now. Dad’s gone to work, and we’re going far away from here. Pack your clothes and a couple of toys, we’ll get the rest later.’ That was the last time we ever saw him. So from the time we were 3 and 5 until we were 5 and 7. But we finally got rid of him.” Even though Gerard eyes were unfocused, he smiled. He focused back on her, still smiling. “Did that answer your question?”
Mia nodded, a little taken aback by his story. “My other question is… Why do you like Ana? I don’t understand what you see in her.” She asked, hoping she didn’t offend him.
“Who ever said I like Ana?” Gerard said, confused.
“Well, that’s just the impression I got when she was here. She said ‘I hear you’ve been messing around with Gerard, that simply won’t do’, or something like that. I guess I kinda just figured that you too were a thing.” Mia blushed.
“She… helps me out, I guess you could say. But there’s no relationship. Maybe that’s what she tells herself.” He said. “Why, are you jealous?” He smirked. She blushed more. He grabbed her face and gave her a light kiss on her lips. They stayed there for a minute, just kissing until Gerard broke it. “Well, get up. I have an activity for you today.” She got up wordlessly, and after he slipped on a pair of navy colored boxers, they stopped by Mikey’s door. “Want any breakfast?” Gerard called.
“Yeah! Gimme some… eggs.” Mikey decided through the door. Gerard led her into the kitchen, and leaned on the dark and shiny counter.
“Make him some eggs.” He demanded. “He likes them scrambled. With cheese.” He added, watching her.
“Ok…” She said, looking for a bowl, a frying pan, a spatula, a plate and some eggs. She opened a cabinet, only to find cups. Gerard cupped her face lovingly, and then slapped her. Hard. Her head snapped in the opposite direction, and he laughed.
“Whoops! I forgot to tell you! Every time you make a mistake, you’ll get hurt. Choose wisely.” He smirked as she trembled. Every time she felt that she was making some sort of progress with Gerard, he would do something like this. She didn’t know what to think. Mia stepped back to look at all of the cabinets, deciding which one might contain what she was looking for. She picked a top drawer above their blender, feeling pretty good about her choice. She opened it and sighed in relief as she saw that it contained bowls. She got one out, and went to the fridge to look for eggs, milk, and cheese.
She pulled each item out, and set them on the counter, while turning on a burner to get it ready for the frying pan. She cracked 5 eggs and put them in the bowl routinely. She made them all the time back at home. Gerard grabbed her hand lightly, and put her forearm on the warmed up burner, which glowed a soft red. She screamed, and struggled to get away. But Gerard held her arm firmly in place while whistling pleasantly. He let go of her arm, and she looked at the ugly burn marks that had been left behind. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and he smirked.
“Mikey can’t have milk.” Gerard explained, lowering his voice to a small whisper. “It upsets his stomach.” He said, making a face. She nodded, and grabbed the milk jug. As she put it away, she pressed the ice cold jug against her arm and gasped in pleasure. It was like all of the heat from the burn completely disappeared. Mia frowned as she put the jug back into its resting place as the heat returned to her arm. She set out to look for a fork to stir the eggs with, and looked at the pull out drawers that rested a little below the countertops. She guessed and pulled one out. There was no silverware, but there was expensive looking cooking utensils, such as the spatula she needed. She grinned and set her prize on the counter.
It took her 4 good tries and 3 bad tries to get the rest of her utensils. She thought back to her home life as she stirred and added bits of cheese to the eggs. At home, her sister Maddy’s friends would pay her for her eggs, and other delicacies. They used terms she didn’t understand until she was older like ‘Orgasmic’ of ‘Sexalicious’. It made her feel good. They paid her $3 per plate of eggs for up to 2 toppings. That was how she could afford the tickets to the Falling in Reverse concert Tiffany took her to. It wasn’t like she had a job or got allowance. She poured the photogenic eggs from the heavy non-stick pan onto the plate she had ready, and cut an orange into skinny circles, putting them onto the plate for garnish. If there was anything she took great pride in, it was her cooking.
She grabbed a glass from the cabinet she remembered they were in and made him fresh squeezed orange juice, putting garnish on that to.
“Take it to him.” Gerard yawned, pointing to the stairs. She did as she was told, but took her time. What was the rush? She knocked on Mikey’s door, and waited until she heard a distracted ‘Come in’ before entering. He was watching something, but Mia paid no attention to what it was as she set the plate and glass in front of him.
“kthanksbye.” He said, eyes never leaving the screen. She sighed. She had wanted his opinion. She trudged back down the stairs to where Gerard waited.
“Great! Now that you’re done with that, I’d like some French toast!” Gerard smirked as he watched the young girl groan, but do as he asked. He loved being him.
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I just read this chapter (My first time even thinking about this story for a while, like months) and I was like "Haha, what? There's a relationship in this mix? Since when?" I guess I'll just have to re-read it. Let me know what you guys think, k?