Hurt Me More

Gerard's pov
I sat at the table and watched as Frank ate, I didn't bother touching my food. I'm not hungry so why would I try eating. I'll just end up throwing it back up or I'll have stomach aches all night and I don't wanna go through that again.

"Why aren't you eating?" Frank asked after a minute. I shrugged and drank my water, staring at him over the rim of the cup. "You didn't eat your snack earlier, Henry told me that you didn't eat breakfast either. You must be hungry." He said as he pushed my plate towards me a bit.

"I'm not hungry." I snapped, glaring at him angrily as I watched his face turn into a sad smile.

"You don't like to eat, do you?" He asked softly, my heart pounding a little bit faster.

"I-It's not that, I'm just not hungry, I have a big dinner yesterday." I lied, still not breaking eye contact.

"You know... Henry and I talked about you, he said you don't eat with them and when you do eat you don't eat much. Is it because you feel self conscious?"

"No." I laughed, rolling my eyes as I looked down at plate of pasta and salad. It smelled good and it looked good but I wasn't planning on eating it any time soon.

"Then what is it? I don't like it when people lie to me." He stated but his voice was still soft.

"I'm not hungry, is it that hard to understand?!" I snapped as I stood up and stormed out of the room and up the stairs as fast as I could. Running into the nursery because that was the only place that I knew in this damn house beside the rooms downstairs.

"Gerard? Please, let's just talk about this." Frank said calmly from the other side of the door.

"Fuck off." I mumbled against my hands as I pulled my knees against my chest.

I heard a loud sigh before his footsteps faded away leaving me to my thoughts. Tears threatening to spill as I rocked back and forth but I refused to let them out. I haven't cried since my life turned to shit.

Shaking my head I slowly got up and looked around the room and little bit more. Across from the door was a big crib. Baby blue seats were tucked in neatly. A changing table was next to the door with nappies on the shelf under it. There was a toy chest in the corner and on the other wall there was a big chair with a blanket that had pandas on it. A bookshelf was next to the chair, stuffed animals were on the top of it and a lot of what looked like children books were lined on the rest of the shelfs.

Walked over to the chair I sat down and curled up, pulled the blanket around me before closing my eyes. Exhaustion swept through me as I relaxed and slowly started to fall asleep.

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I stretched and yawned before curling up again, snuggling into the warmth that surrounded me. Rolling over I pulled whatever was next to me tightly to my chest. Hugging the soft, fluffy thing tightly I slowly started going back to sleep.

"Morning, baby." A voice said softly making me wake up and open one of my eyes.

There stood Frank, a warm smile plastered on his face as he stared down at me. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes I noticed that I'm in the fucking crib. Angrily sitting up I also noticed that I was in a skeleton onesie. The stuffed bear that I was hugging was now in my lap.

"What the fucking did you do?!" I growled, moving a little bit I relived I was wearing a nappy too.

"That's now way to talk to Daddy, do you want another punishment?" Frank asked sternly but softly.

"You're a perv, you changed me when I was sleeping!"

"Don't raise your voice, someone is very cranky today." Frank said as he scooped me up making me squeak in surprise.

"Put me down!" I yelled, thrashing around in his grip but he ignored me as he walked over to the changing table. "I'm not wearing a fucking nappy and I'm not gonna use it!"

"This is your last warning, if you swear one more time I will spank you." Frank warned as he felt the nappy. Seeing that it was dry he only shook his head and carried me to the kitchen. I was still thrashing in his arms as he put me in a high chair and strapped me in.

I kicked and tried unclipping the clips but I couldn't. After a while I tired myself out and sat there angrily and watched Frank make some scrambled eggs and some toast. Crossing my arms over my chest I watched him as he set the plate of food in front of me.

"Are you gonna be good for Daddy?" He asked as he pulled a chair up and sat in front of me.

"I'm not calling you Daddy." I snorted as I looked at him angrily.

"Lets get you something to eat." He said as he took a fork that had tigers on it. Holding a small piece of egg on it. "Open wide." He encouraged, I snored and looked away.

"I'm not hungry." I snapped as he held the food to my mouth.

"You need to eat so you can grow big and strong, little one. Now eat." He said as I looked at him angrily.

"I said I'm not hungry." I growled and slapped the fork out of his hand. Frank looked at me with a disappointed frown.

"That's ten spankings, mister." He said as he quickly unstrapped me from the chair and walked into the living room. I thrashed in his arms as he sat on the couch and put me over his knee.

"Put me down, asshole!" I yelled as he unzipped the onesie and then pulled the nappy down before slapping my bum hard. Biting me lip I refused to let out any cries as he slapped me ten times. It hurt like hell but he doesn't get to know that.

After the ten slaps my bum was burned as he gently rubbed some cold gel on it. Pulled the nappy back on and zipping the onesie back up he gently pulled me onto his lap. Rubbing me back and telling that I did good.

"Lets go get you something to eat now, yeah?" He said softly as he picked me up and gently set me down in the seat making me wince.

"I'm not hungry..." I mumbled as he heated the eggs back up and set down the plate.

"Eat a few bites, Gee." He encountered as he held the fork up to my lips again.

"I can feed myself." I said in annoyance as he only shook his head and held the food to my lips.

"Babies can't feed themselves and I won't let you out of that chair unless you eat some." Frank said softly.

"I'm not a baby, I'm seventeen."

Sighing in defeat I ate the eggs he held to my lips making him smile as he gave me another bite. It did taste pretty good and before I knew it half of the eggs were almost gone.

"I'm full." I said, Frank nodded as he praised me, ruffling my hair making me swat his hand away. After he cleaned up he took out a baby bottle and started heating whatever kind of white liquid that was in the bottle.

Frank unclipped me from the chair and picked me up. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get out of his grip. He gave me a warning slap on the thigh making me huff angrily as I thrashed again.

"Gerard, do I need to punish you again?" He asked sternly as he got the bottle and turned the stove off.

"Screw off." I huffed, slapping his arm as I tried pushing him away.

"You're getting a time out in your crib." Frank said as he set the bottle down before walked up the stairs into my room. Setting me in the crab after checking me nappy which made me over more pissed off.

"Let me out." I growled as I tried climbing out but relived that the bars on the crib were way too high for me to even get out and if I did it would hurt if I feel. Frank was about 5'11" so he could easily look down at me.

"When you decide to be a good boy I will let you out." Frank said before walking out of the room.

I yelled and screamed, kicking at the bars but it was no use. I even tried climbing out but I just ended up falling back down again which kinda hurt because of my bum.
After about an hour I started to get tired from all the yelling and trying to get out of the crib so I laid down and started at the ceiling that was a boring white. I was so bored it was painful to just lay here and do nothing.

Yawning I sighed in defeat and closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them all of this would go away and I wouldn't be here anymore. Maybe I'm just having a nightmare and I'll wake up and have the life that I once had.

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