It's ok to be a Princess!

***Time Stamp: Two Years Later***

Gerard woke up in the morning to a screech like he had only heard once before. That was when he and Mikey found out their father was dead. Gerard stumbled out of bed getting his foot caught in the blanket and face planting.

"Oh fucking A!"

He got up, untangling himself and ran to his sister’s room. She was sitting in bed with her legs pulled into her chest trembling.

"Mikey! Mikey what's wrong?"

She still said nothing and Gerard was really worried. He walked over and touched her shoulder, but she flinched away. He was kind of glad now that Frank got sick at the last minute and was not able to sleep over.

"Mikey, come on talk to me."

Gerard looked around the room to see if anything was wrong that he could see. The place where the "werewolf" used to be was long gone and she had not been scared of that for over a year. In fact it had been that long since she stopped crawling into bed with him.

"Mikey, please baby."

Gerard resorted to his calming tactics. He sat down on the bed and placed his hand near her feet and that was when he felt it. His hand was wet. He lifted it up and his palm had blood on it. At first he wondered if she was injured, but then his brain clicked online. Mikey was 13 today. She had always been a late bloomer as their mother calls her.

"Mikey, it's okay, this is normal remember?"

"How is this 'normal', Gee?!"

She sobbed, panicking too badly to remember anything right now.

"I'm bleeding Gee! That's not normal, is it?"

"It is if you are a girl. It means you can have a baby now...well not now cause mom would kill you."

Gerard tried to figure out something that would help them. Finally he relented and called his mom. He explained everything and then she told him to tell Mikey to stay home from school today so they could talk when she got off shift.

"There do you feel better?"

Mikey shook her head miserably, rubbing her middle.

"My tummy hurts."

She sobbed, climbing off the bed to change her clothes and bedding.

"Why don't you go take a bath and I will change your sheets before I go to school."

Gerard was already stripping the bed as he spoke.

"Thanks Gee."

Mikey softly kissed her brother on the cheek then, grabbing clean clothes from her dresser, headed to the bathroom. Gerard changed the sheets and then put the soiled ones in the wash and started that. He then got dressed for school.

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"Hey Mikey, I'm leaving now, did you need something? Maybe some pain killers?"

Gerard lightly tapped on the door of the bathroom.

Mikey was relaxing in the warm water, it really was very soothing. After a while she decided to sink down under the water. She'd seen a girl do that in a movie she watched with their mum last Christmas. The girl had been swim training, but Mikey kinda just liked the idea of being able to hold her breath for a long time. She didn't hear Gerard knock, or him speaking through the door to her. She closed her eyes and stayed under.

"Mikey?"

Nothing. Gerard tried the handle. It was unlocked. He opened it slowly.

"Mikey?"

Gerard looked in.

"Mikey!"

Gerard ran in and pulled his sister from under the water.

"What the fuck are you thinking Mikey!? You could have drowned!"

Mikey wiped water and wet hair from her face, frowning at her brother.

"I was just trying to see how long I can hold my breath. Y'know, like that girl did in Mermaids? Oh no..."

She huffed.

"You didn't watch it. You said it was for girls."

She rolled her eyes.

"Funny how you liked Mean Girls though."

She teased, giggling at him. Gerard looked at Mikey. He thought of what could have happened. How he can lose her one day. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly not caring about the water.

"Please don't scare my like that baby. I thought I was going to lose you Mikey."

"You won't lose me Gee."

Mikey said softly, her wet arms sliding around his waist.

"We're gonna have each other forever. You know that."

"I hope so Mikey. I don't know what I would do without you baby."

"Good thing you don't have to find out."

Mikey looked down and giggled.

"But I think you're gonna be finding out what you do in detention though."

She looked up into his eyes and grinned.

"You've gotta change cause you're all wet, and you're gonna be late for school."

"Awww fuck me. Shit, I might as well just not go then if I’m gonna get detention anyway."

Gerard pouted, but still held her close. Mikey giggled.

"You swear too much Gee."

She shivered against him, the bath water drying cool on her bare skin.

"You’re shaking. Come on let's get you out."

Gerard picked up one of the fluffy purple towels they had and wrapped Mikey up in it. He then carried her up the stairs to his room.

"Mine is warmer cause the heat rises."

He went and grabbed one of his old t-shirts and gave it to her. He then went into the bathroom and grabbed one of his mom's pads and a clean pair of her underwear.

"Okay, so I don’t know a lot about this stuff, but I know this much."

He explained how the pad goes on the crotch area.

"They have other things, but this is what mom uses. I am sure she will talk about more. I'm gonna go make you something to eat so you get dressed and relax in my bed."

He then left the room. Mikey got dressed. She didn't like the pad thing, it felt weird, but she could talk to her mum later about if there was something better. Climbing into Gerard's bed, she snuggled down under the sheets and waited for her brother to return.

"Okay here we are!"

Gerard knew when his mom went through this that salt and chocolate was important. He made Mikey some soup with crackers and had brownies baking in the oven. Mikey smiled, shuffling over in the bed and sitting up against the pillows.

"What flavors the soup?"

"Lentil bean."

Gerard laughed as he watched her nose scrunch up.

"Just kidding its chicken noodle."

Mikey grinned wide.

"I wasn't worried."

Gerard put the soup down on the nightstand.

"Be careful it's hot."

Mikey nodded, a small smile on her lips. After a few minutes of quietly eating, she put her spoon down and turned to her brother.

"Gee? I've been thinking, and I want to get my ears pierced. Would you take me?"

"I think you have to get..."

The alarm went off in the kitchen.

"Hold that thought, be right back."

Gerard ran down stairs and pulled the brownies out of the oven. He tested them for doneness and then let them cool as he went back to his sister.

"Anyway, I think we have to get mom's permission first, but yeah, I would."

"Do you think she'll say yes?"

"I think she will. It's probably the first girly thing you have done in years."

Mikey still had short hair and she still stuck to t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. She had one dress and it was from a wedding they went to. Donna said she had to wear one. She also had one pair of flat dress shoes. Frank went as her plus one, mostly to keep people from wanting to dance with her, although she danced with him and Gerard a few times.

"Finish your soup; I have a surprise for you."

"You don't have to be girly to have pierced ears."

Mikey said as she picked her spoon back up.

"Frankie said that when he's older, he wants to do it and get tattoos."

She continued to eat.

"Frank also wants to skydive from the mountain we saw on TV. He's a little insane for 12 I think."

He left the room and cut the brownies. He was about to plate them when he got an idea. Gerard opened the freezer and saw a small pint of ice cream. He pulled it out and switched the brownie to a bowl. He put the ice cream on top and then some chocolate sauce and whip cream. Finally he topped it with a strawberry, they were out of cherries. He carried it back up with a glass of milk.

"Tada!"

"Ooooh.."

Mikey licked her lips, putting her empty soup bowl on the nightstand.

"You not having any?"

She teased, spotting the two spoons he'd brought with him as she picked up the strawberry and sucked the cream off before biting into the bright red fruit, large eyes staring innocently at her brother.

"I just know you are not going to get all this in that tiny tummy of yours."

He pat her stomach lightly and then realised he still had not changed from when he hugged her in the bath.

"You eat what you can. I'm gonna change and check the laundry."

Gerard kissed her on the head and then moved to strip out of his wet clothing.

"Oh come on Gee. I was joking. You can share it."

She held out the spare spoon.

"Come eat before the ice cream melts."

She grinned with cream on her nose.

"I will, I promise, I just want to get this done before mom comes home."

He pulled his shirt off.

"At least then I won’t get in trouble for staying home."

He put on a new one and slipped his jeans off. Thankfully they did not get soaked, so his underwear is still fine. Since he isn't going anywhere he just stays in them.

"I'll be back."

He slipped down to the basement to put the sheets in the dryer. Mikey ate slowly, not wanting Gerard to miss out. It wasn't long before she heard his footsteps coming back up the stairs.

"Okay all done."

He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her knee lightly.

"How do you feel?"

"Chocolate helps."

Mikey grinned, her head nodding slightly.

"Is that why mum likes it?"

"That's why I like it at certain times."

They both turn around and see a weary Donna smiling at the top of the stairs.

"Gerard why didn't you go to school?"

Mikey looked from her mum to her brother, who had a mouthful of brownie, then back.

"I was feeling ill and I asked him to stay. I'm sorry mumma."

She gave innocent puppy eyes.

"Awww it's okay baby."

Donna crossed the room and Gerard got out of the way.

"I'll leave you two to talk and go clean up downstairs."

With that he left the two women alone.

***Time Stamp: Three Years Later***

"I'm telling you Gee, the guy is trouble."

Frank had his arms crossed and he was scowling watching Mikey get ready for a date.

"What's his name again?"

"He's called Pete."

Mikey smiled, then stuck her tongue out at her friend.

"And he's not trouble Frankie. You just don't like him cause he said you were short."

She turned back to her mirror, fixing a butterfly hair clip in place to keep her bangs out of her eyes.

"Trust me Gee, this guy is bad news."

Gerard looked at Frank and then at Mikey.

"I trust Mikey's judgement."

"Thank you Gee."

Mikey smiled sweetly at him, before looking smug at Frankie.

*ding dong*

The three of them looked at the door. Frank bolted out of the room.

"*sigh* Sometimes I think he is the big brother."

Gerard ran after him. Mikey rolled her eyes as she tied the laces on her Converse, then headed downstairs to the living room. When she got there, she could sense a certain tenseness in the air between Frankie and Pete. She stopped at the foot of the stairs, still unnoticed, and observed the three boys.

"So where are you going?"

Pete shrugged.

"Out, maybe for food or a movie, maybe both. What's it to you shorty?"

"I worry about the kind of sleaze she hangs out with. She is my best friend after all."

"Yeah and that's all you'll ever be."

Pete said the last part quietly, but Frank heard it and let out a low growl. Gerard felt Mikey's presence behind him. He held his hand out. Mikey smiled and stepped forward, taking her brother's hand.

"Hi Pete."

She said shyly.

"Hey babe, looking good there."

Mikey had changed her style a little over the last three years. She still wore t-shirts, but they were cut for her figure now and a little clingy. The jeans were still there, but now they shaped her thighs and sometimes had little things emblazoned on the pockets, which also made her ass look good. Her hair was a little longer now, but still barely touched her shoulders. Mikey blushed a pale pink.

"Thanks Pete."

She murmured.

"You too."

"What time are you coming home tonight?"

Gerard looked at Pete and he shrugged again.

"Don’t worry, I'll have the little princess back before mid..."

That was when Frank launched at Pete. He pushed him to the wall and surprisingly lifted him up.

"She is not a princess! She does not need a man to rescue her!"

"Frankie!"

Mikey cried in surprise, letting go of Gerard's hand and dashing forward to tug on her friends arm.

"Put him down right now."

She said angrily. Frank dropped him and Pete crumbled to the ground. Frank stalked away.

"Frank, I think you better leave."

"Fine, but when he hurts her..."

Frank just let it hang in the air and slammed the door. Mikey dropped to a crouch next to her date, concern in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Pete. Frankie's just overprotective is all. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Man, I didn't think a little shit like him had that much strength."

"Don’t call him that."

Gerard stood there, not offering to help.

"Pete, please try to be nice to Frankie? He is my best friend."

Mikey urged, hopefully.

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

Pete stood up and brushed himself off.

"Shall we go before the midget returns?"

Gerard frowned at this.

"Didn't she just ask you to be nice?"

"Oh yeah, sure, slip of the tongue."

Pete smirked. Mikey giggled then turned to her brother.

"I'll see you later Gee. I'll be back by ten."

She stepped to him and kissed his cheek before grabbing Pete's hand as they headed for the door.

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They shouldn't have been able to get in, but Pete had his ways. They shouldn't have been able to get drunk, but again, Pete had his ways. Now he was planning on having another Way, namely the one perched in his lap. Pete had just finished leaving an impressive mark on Aurora's pale skin. She was panting hard into their kiss. If she didn't say yes now, he had one more special drink set up that would cement him in.

"You taste so good babe."

Mikey blushed, not really sure how to respond to that.

"You know it's a little too noisy in here to talk, why don't we move some place quieter?"

Mikey nodded.

"Okay P-Pete."

She stood up off Pete's lap and accepted his hand. Pete snaked a hand around her waist and led her to the back of the building where he knew there were stairs to the second floor. He watched her ass as she climbed them. He led her to one of the rooms and opened the door. You could still feel the faint beat of the music from the bar below, but nothing else. He led her to the bed in the room and pulled her back into his lap.

"There, isn't this better now? No more shouting, no more crowds, just us."

"Yeah."

Mikey smiled shyly.

"It's better. So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"How bout how beautiful you look tonight..."

He caressed her cheek.

"...and how good you smell..."

He pushed his face into her neck and breathed deeply.

"...and how good you taste..."

He dragged his tongue up from her collarbone to her ear and then nibbled on the lobe. He blew warm air at it and then whispered.

"...and how badly I want you."

"Pete..."

Mikey squirmed away a bit.

"Don't."

"What's wrong babe, we've been going out for a few months now. I know you like me and..."

He ran his hands up her thighs to the back and cupped her ass.

"...you know I like you so why not go that extra step?"

He pulled her in close to his body and kissed her.

"Pete…"

Mikey put her hands flat against his chest.

"I've never. I'm not ready."

Pete huffed. This egg was going to take a little more to crack, but he was a patient man.

"Okay babe, can we still make out?"

He gave her that winning smile that he knew made her heart melt. Mikey smiled softly, nodding.

"Sure Pete."

She leaned in to place a light kiss on his lips. Pete pushed into the kiss and in no time they were making out again. Pete moved himself a bit so that he could lay her down on the bed. She protested a little, but he just kept kissing her. He ran a hand over her shirt down her chest and then pushed under it and touched her bra covered breast. It was soft and he massaged it a little murmuring to her how beautiful she was.

Mikey frowned, grabbing his wrist and trying to remove it from her small breast.

"Pete no!"

Pete grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head pinning her.

"Now it's not nice to stop me when I am only trying to make you feel good babe."

He brought her other slender arm up and pinned it too. He then unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand inside and over her panties.

"Mmmm, you may be saying no with your mouth, but you are getting wet already. Bet I can make it even wetter."

He moved his hand inside them and started to caress her lightly. Meanwhile he bit at her still covered breast lightly.

Mikey started to panic, struggling against his hold.

"I said no, Pete!"

Tears started to slip from her frightened eyes.

"You said no to my cock. I'm not using my cock though...I can..."

Pete started to move his finger around exploring her till his finger found the way inside. She was warm and wet and tight. He licked his lips at the thought of plunging into the tight heat.

"This would be better if we had less clothing on you know."

He wiggled his finger inside her making her gasp and groan as she did an involuntary arch of her back.

"Pete stop p-please."

She begged.

"I d-don't want th-this!"

She started to fight harder.

"You're lying and you know it."

He pressed another finger inside her and swiped his thumb where her clit was.

"STOP!"

She cried, thrashing violently until she suddenly had one hand pulled free.

Pete was too busy to notice that she was free till he felt his face on fire where she had clawed it.

"You fucking bitch!"

He back handed her hard. That was the final straw. Mikey balled her fist and punched him hard in the jaw, knocking him sideways, before scrambling off the bed and darting to the door, yanking it open.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!"

She screamed back at him before running. She could hear him chasing after her.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Pete ran after her. He went to grab her by her hair, but that only worked for a second. She slipped away easily cause it was so short. She barreled down the stairs and back into the bar. Pete knew there was only one other way out so he moved around to the front to wait for her. Mikey ran through the bar and out the door, skidding to a stop when she saw Pete in front of her.

"Please Pete, leave me alone?"

She panted her voice weak and small.

"I won't tell Gee what you did if you stop now."

Pete stalked up to her pinning her against the wall.

"You're damn right you won’t say anything to him."

He then hit her making her dizzy and dragged her into the alley.

"I was going to do this nicely in a bed which is what I thought you deserved, but clearly, you deserve to be treated like the bitch you are."

He pulled her around the side where a bunch of crates were laid. There was an old blanket there that Pete had used quite a few times. He shoved her down and pulled her shirt off using it to tie her wrists together. He then pulled her jeans off and threw them aside. He ripped her panties off and shoved them in her mouth.

"This could have been the best experience of your life, one that you would have bragged about like all the others had, but now you will he begging me to stop...like the others."

Mikey sobbed behind her gag, eyes wide and frightened as she continued to struggle weakly. Pete unbuckled his own jeans and slipped them down just enough. He moved up behind her and grabbed her hair pulling her head up.

"Ready for the ride of your life?"

Mikey shook her head desperately, but it sent pain through her scalp where Pete held her hair, so she stopped, whimpering in terror, face wet with tears, and streaked with the eyeliner that her mum had taught her how to apply. Then there was pain in Pete's head and he saw stars. He fell away from her and groaned clutching his scalp. He pulled his hand away and there was blood.

"That will teach you, you rapist bastard!"

Pete saw a fist coming at his face and then nothing.

"Hey hey, are you okay? He didn't...did he?"

A blanket was thrown over Mikey's mostly naked body. Mikey curled in on herself, pulling her panties out of her mouth in disgust, gagging a bit and not meeting her rescuer's eyes. She shook her head slightly, staring at her still restrained wrists.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm going to untie your wrists okay?"

Mikey flinched as his hands reached for hers. She kept her eyes on the ground, occasionally glancing toward where Pete still lay unconscious on the dirty ground.

"Can I help you up?"

Mikey swallowed and looked up slowly.

"Can, can you t-turn round. So I can g-get d-dressed? Please?"

The guy picked up her jeans to hand them to her.

"Um...I don’t know if you want to. He threw them in puke."

He heard her make a cross between a disgusted noise and a sob.

"Look, I know you don't know me and after nearly being violated, the last thing you want to do is trust, but is there anywhere I can take you?"

Mikey nodded slowly as she wrapped the blanket around her waist. It went around her narrow hips twice.

"Home."

She sniffed.

"It's n-not far."

Her voice was little more than a whisper.

"Honey, I would drive you to NY if that is where you lived."

He looked for her shoes, but didn't see them. The alley was full of broken glass.

"I'm going to carry you. My car is on the other side of the street across from the bar."

He felt the need to tell her everything he was going to do before he even did it. Mikey looked at the glass, then her bare feet. She nodded, her arms wrapped around herself as she shook slightly. He was gentle when he picked her up. She trembled in his arms. He was ready for it. He carried her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He held her as he opened the car door and placed her inside. He then went around and got in. When he turned on the car he adjusted the heat and was glad he was listening to a classical station. She stuttered out the directions to her house. It was quiet except for the music after that.

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Frank looked at the clock for the 100th time. It was well past the time that Mikey said she would be home. Gerard had called him to come back and apologised for kicking him out.

"Look you stay here in case she shows up, I'm gonna just drive around and see if I see them and..."

Lights in the driveway alerted them both. Frank looked out the window and frowned.

"That's not the douche bags car."

He saw a stranger get out wearing some kind of old fashion hat. He looked older than Gerard. He walked around to the passenger side and lifted someone from the seat.

"Holy fuck, it's Mikey!"

Mikey heard the front door open and looked over with sad, teary eyes. Gerard and Frankie were rushing toward her; she dropped her gaze to her lap, biting her lower lip nervously. Gerard saw that his sister was wrapped in a blanket. At the bottom it showed she had no shoes and unless she had them rolled up high, she was not wearing anything else. He wanted to rush up and grab her and let Frank take the guy, but he needed to hear from Mikey. Frank was also having trouble holding himself back.

"Where's Pete?"

The guy finally spoke.

"Is that the piece of shit that tried to rape her?"

Frank let out a frenzied scream and Gerard dropped to his knees. He let her go out with him. He let her leave the house with him. It was all his fault. He was the worst big brother ever. Mikey started all out crying again. She needed her brother and her best friend to be there for her right now, not to fall apart or go hunting for Pete, or whatever was on their minds.

"G-Gee? Frankie?"

She reached out a shaky hand toward them.

"Um...can we go inside please. I think we can explain it better and I am sure she wants to put something more respectable on."

Mikey nodded, her hand wrapping back around herself as she watched Gerard climb to his feet.

"Yeah, of course sorry I just..."

"Hey, I get it; I would be losing it if I were in your shoes."

The guy gave a small smile. The four of them went inside.

"Where is your room?"

"I can walk."

Mikey said quietly, indicating that she wanted to be set down.

Gerard saw the clear worry on the man's face as he set Mikey down carefully and she wobbled before she fell.

"Mikey!"

Frank ran up to her, but the man stopped him.

"NO! Don’t touch her!"

"Why the fuck not?!"

Gerard could see that Frank was getting pissed at the stranger.

"Cause asshole, she was nearly raped! Would you want anyone to touch you after that especially a man!?"

Frank stopped.

"I didn't...I thought..."

"Exactly."

He bent down.

"Your body is still stressed from the experience. Walking is a bad Idea. Let me or..."

He pointed to Gerard who was still standing back a bit.

"...do you want him to help you?"

Mikey shook her head slightly, looking down.

"Can you?"

She asked quietly, looking up at the man with worried eyes. He nodded and picked her up again. He carried her to the room she indicated. Once she was safely on the bed, he closed the door. Gerard was speechless.

"She chose you."

"Right now I rescued her from a bad situation. She has trust in me. Give her some time."

"How about some coffee?"

Frank was in the kitchen before Gerard could even move. He set to brewing the pot. He also put on some hot water cause Mikey liked hot chocolate all year round.

Mikey reached into her nightstand top drawer and pulled out a clean pair of panties and slipped them on, dropping the blanket onto the floor by her bed. Then she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a faded band shirt that was probably Gerard's, and changed into that, taking off her bra first. She threw both her bra and the top she'd worn on her date in the general direction of her hamper, then lay down and pulled her blanket up over herself, up to her chin. She lay in silence, just barely holding herself together.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. You ok?

Bad Pete, poor mikey, and YEY! Patrick!

Til next time, please comment, and peace out babies!
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