Hurt Me More

Frank's pov

I stood outside of Gerard's nursery until I didn't hear any sound. When I knew he was sleeping I slowly opened the door and peeked in. My heart swelling when I saw how cute he looks all curled up in his crib. His hair was a little messy and he was hugging the stuffed bear.

Smiling I silently walked over to him and lifted him up. He sighed softly and snuggled against me in his sleep as I walked over to the changing station and got him out of his skeletal onesie.

He was underweight, his ribs obviously visible, his skin a milky white with scars standing out on his sides, stomach, and thighs. There was also a few burn makes that looked like they were from cigarettes. Some of the burns were on his side, one on his back, and a few on his stomach.

He's been through so much in such little time. If things were different he would've been the best little one. He just needs time and a lot of love and kindness.

Shaking me head sadly I changed him out of his unused nappy and put him in a new one before putting him in a dinosaur onesie. When I was done I noticed that he was starting to wake up so I set him in his crib and hurried away.

He will slip into head space soon, I just need to wait.

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Gerard's pov

I slowly woke up, stretching and yawning as I slowly sat up and ran my hand through my hair. My throat was extremely dry and I had to go pee so badly it hurt.

"Hello?" I called out, sitting up a little bit but instantly regretted it when I felt my bladder being pushed on. "Hello!" I called out again, rattling the bars a bit. A few minutes later Frank came in with a baby bottle.

"Hey, sleepy head. Are you done being cranky?" He chuckled softly as he scooped me up and brought me over to the chair. Sitting me down on his lap before I could even move.

"Whatever, I need to go to the bathroom." I said which made him chuckle again.

"You have a nappy on, little one, use it. You'll get sick if you hold it in." Frank said as he tried putting the bottle into my mouth. I swatted it away and tried getting off of his lap.

"Are you crazy?! I'm seventeen, I can feed myself and I don't need a nappy on." I huffed angrily as I pushed him away and almost feel on the ground but he caught me.

"Don't raise your voice, mister. Now I'm gonna go over the rules that you are going to follow. Rule number one, you will not through tantrums, hit, kick, or yell at me. Number two, you will call me Daddy, dada, or papa, which ever one you are comfortable with. Number three, you will not back talk or swear. Number four, whatever I say goes. Number five, you will use your nappy. There will be more rules but that's good for now. If you go against any of these rules I will punish you with what I see fit."

"You're fucking crazy." I growled as I managed to kick my way out of his grip and stand in front of him. His eyebrow raised as he watched me stomp over to the door. "Fuck you and your fucking perverted mind, I'm not calling you Daddy!"

I ran out of the room and down the stairs, almost tripping because of the footie onesie. I could hear Frank following close behind and before I could even get to the door I was being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

"Fuck off and put me down!" I yelled, kicking, punching, and yelling as he carried me through the house and into the living room.

"I warned you multiple times, Gerard, now you're gonna get it." He said as he set me down on the couch and held me down as I thrashed around.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

Frank didn't say anything as he slowly started to put pressure on my stomach but mostly my bladder. I thrashed even more, biting his arm in the process but he didn't stop as he pressed down even more.

"Stop, what are you doing!?" I yelled as he only shook his head and pressed down a little harder.

"You'll get sick and this is the only way to make you go." He said as I got my bladder give way as I pissed myself.

My cheeks instantly flared up as I blushed profusely and tried getting away form him but it didn't work. Yelling at him that I hated him he only ignored me.

"See, was that do hard?" He asked as he picked me up and walked up stairs with me as I slowly tired myself out. Tears brimming my eyes as he set me down on the changing table and strapped me down so I couldn't move.

I kept kicking which make it difficult for him to clean me up and change me but I didn't care. Hiding my face in my arms as he did what he needed to do before getting me off the table and into my crib.

"I fucking hate you!" I spat but he ignored me as he left and came back a few minutes later with the bottle again.

"Now, are you gonna be nice?" He asked as I glared at him with anger and hatred.

"Fuck off."

"Gerard, I will punish you again and I know you don't want that." He said as he picked me up again, I gave up trying to fight him because I used all of my straight earlier so I just sat there stiffly.

"Whatever." I huffed and looked away from him as he held the tip of the baby bottle to my lips.

"Drink, I know you're thirsty. It's warm milk." He said, gently putting it to my lips.

"I'm not using a baby bottle."

"Yes you will, now drink, it will make you feel better. I won't let you down unless you drink it all." He said, the room falling into silence again.

We had to be sitting there for a good hour or so before I started to get extremely bored. I was thirsty too and I started getting uncomfortable sitting in Frank's lap.

"Fine." I mumbled making him smile as he held the bottle up again. I took it into my mouth and hesitantly started to drink the still warm milk that did taste good. It was kinda comforting as Frank started to rock gently and rub my side with his other hand that wasn't holding the bottle.

"Good boy." He said softly as I drank, not really paying any attention to him as I relaxed. Resting my head against his shoulder as I closed my eyes. I tried fighting to stay awake but it wasn't working and before I knew it I was out like a light.

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