"Bath time," Frank cooed.

Cherry cried as we gave them baths but Lily was a bit more calm. I smiled as I cleaned them up before bundling Lily up in her little duck towel with the hood. She yawned and I smiled, kissing her forehead.

"It's not so bad, babygirl," Frank said softly. "You don't need to fuss."

I smiled, kissing Frank's cheek. I went upstairs and got Lily into a diaper and into a white bodysuit and a little frilly pink skirt. Frank came up with her sister and dressed her into matching clothes but with a purple skirt instead.

"Cuties!" He exclaimed, showering them in kisses.

"Hey, I was thinking that I was gonna go on a jog," I said.

"Is that safe?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah, I gave birth three weeks ago and I can start going back to exercising again," I said. "I just have to remember to take it slow and easy."

"Alright, sweetheart, just be careful," he said. "And it's pretty hot out so make sure you bring a water bottle."

I nodded, pulling on a pair of shorts. I put on an exercise tank top and went downstairs, grabbing a water bottle. I put in my earbuds and walked outside. I played music and jogged around, making sure to take it nice and slow. I didn't go to far before I stopped outside of a supermarket. A car pulled up and I went to run away before I saw it was Mr. Iero.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked.

"Just jogging," I said, trying to catch my breath.

It was a lot harder than I thought it would be to start exercising again, my legs were already sore and I had a hard time catching my breath.

"I was just about to go home," he said. "You want a ride back the rest of the way?"

"Yes please," I said.

I got into the passenger seat and sighed quietly as I relaxed back against the seat. We were halfway back when I felt his hand reach over to rest on my thigh. I let out a soft whimper, my stomach twisting with nausea.

"I can't wait until we can go back to Wisconsin," he said. "I think you're really gonna like it there."

I nodded slowly, not even being able to form words from how scared I was at this moment. We got to the house and I hurried upstairs.

"Hey, Baby, you okay?" Frank asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm just...I just need a shower," I said.

He nodded and gave me a soft kiss. I went to the bathroom and got into the shower. I took a nice, long, hot shower. I didn't get out until my fingers were all pruny. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed back to the bedroom. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay?" Frank asked. "You look a little pale."

"I'm fine, it's just hot out," I said. "C-can I have a glass of ice water?"

"Yeah, of course, you just lay down," Frank said.

I nodded, sitting on the bed against the headboard. He came back upstairs with a glass of water and I let out a little sigh of relief.

"Alright, I've gotta go to work," he said. "Thankfully it's my last day working. I promise I'll be back soon. Mom is at my grandpa's but call her if you aren't feeling well. My dad is downstairs too if you need help."

He caressed my cheek gently and frowned.

"You don't feel warm but you look sick," he said. "I'll leave the trash can next to you just in case you need it."

I nodded, giving him a kiss. Frank left and I sighed as I leaned back. I fed and changed the babies when they needed it but for the most part they just wanted to sleep. I just sat watching Netflix until I ended up falling asleep.

I woke up to Frank crawling into bed with me and I whined unhappily. He held my hip, pulling me close against him. I could feel the bulge in his pants as he slowly ground against me.

"Frankie," I mumbled. "I'm not in the mood, I'm not even allowed to have sex yet."

He kissed along the back of my neck, brushing my red hair out of the way. I couldn't help but giggle as I blushed. His hand reached around to go up my shirt and cup my breast.

"No, Frankie, just stop it," I said. "Really, i'm not in the mood. And that hurts, my boobs are sore from nursing."

He ignored me, pulling me closer as he ground against me.

"F-frankie, Frankie stop," I whimpered.

I turned around and felt my heart stop when I saw it was Frank Sr. in the bed with me. I was frozen with fear as he pushed me back against the bed. I sobbed, shaking my head. His hand moved to go down my pants and I let out a small shriek as I grabbed his wrist to try and stop him.

"Stop, please stop," I sobbed.

He pulled me closer as I cried. I could see the bulge in his pants and it only made me sick.

"You're so pretty," he mumbled. "I just can't keep my hands off you. I've thought about you so much over the past few months. You're just so young and pretty."

I shook my head, trying to push the bigger man off me.

"P-please, stop." I cried.

He covered my mouth with his hand and I sobbed. His phone rang suddenly and he cursed as he answered it, keeping his hand over my mouth.

"Hello?" He asked. "You're picking me up in five minutes? Alright, I'll be waiting outside."

I was hoping he would just leave after he hung up but he didn't. His hand reach down into his pants, moving quickly. I closed my eyes, sobbing as I just begged for this to all be over. He finally seemed to finish before he let go of me.

"Keep the bed warm for me, I won't be gone long," he whispered, his hot breath on my skin.

I sobbed as he left, curling up in bed. I laid there for only a little bit before the front door opened again. I begged for them to just walk passed the bedroom but instead they opened the door and crawled into bed with me. I screamed softly, kicking him and knocking him on the ground.

"Jesus, what the fuck," Frank muttered.

I looked over and saw Frank, sniffling as I wiped my eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked.

I sobbed, shaking my head. Frank crawled up and held me close.

"Baby, Baby, what's wrong?" He asked.

I cried, burying my face into his shoulder.

"Princess, what happened?" He asked. "Are the babies okay? Are you okay?"

I wiped my eyes, trying to take a few deep breaths.

"Y-your...your dad," I whimpered. "H-he was t-t-touching me."

"What the fuck?" He asked. "Touching you, like, sexually?"

I sobbed as I nodded.

"H-he j-jerked off t-to me," I whispered. "H-held me down, I-I couldn't even b-breathe I was s-so scared."

Frank looked like he might explode. He went downstairs and I checked on my sleeping babies before following. I clung to his side as he grabbed a baseball bat and went outside.

"F-Frankie, wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

I let go of him as he swung the bat down on his dad's expensive Mustang GT. I gasped, listening to his shouting and cursing. He swung the bat at the window and shattered it before shattering the side mirror. He took the bat to the car over and over again, smashing it up as best he could.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Frank Sr. shouted when his friend dropped him off.

"You got your filthy fucking hands all over my girlfriend," Frank seethed.

Frank swung the bat at his dad's head and his dad just narrowly dodged it.

"Frank, what the fuck are you on about?" Frank Sr. asked. "Come on, did she tell you that? Don't you know that all women are liars just for attention."

Frank Sr. reached for me but Frank swung the bat at his arm, again just barely missing him.

"Frank, this is crazy," his dad said.

"You don't fucking touch her!" Frank screamed. "You don't go near her or my daughters!"

Frank swung the bat and hit him right in the stomach. His dad doubled over, dropping to his knees. My boyfriend swung the bat again at his dad's car, smashing it over and over again. A police car pulled up and I whimpered, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Sir, drop the bat," an officer said, pointing a taser gun at Frank.

Frank sighed, dropping the bat on the grass.

"What's going on here?" He asked. "We got a call from a neighbor."

"I came home and my son was smashing up my car and his girlfriend was claiming that I fucking raped her or something," Frank Sr. said. "And then he tried killing me with the bat, he was swinging it at my head."

One of the officers cuffed Frank's hands behind his back and I sobbed as they put him in the back of the police car after reading him his rights.

"Ma'am," the other officer said as he walked up to me. "Are these allegations true?"

"W-well, he d-didn't rape me," I whimpered. "He was just sort of touching me and he jerked off to me."

"Now why would I wanna do that?" Frank Sr. asked. "You haven't even lost your baby weight from giving birth. There's no way I would want to go near you after you gave birth to twins, you're probably so stretched out down there that I wouldn't feel anything."

I whimpered as I looked at him.

"Ma'am, is anyone else home?" He asked.

"J-just my three week old daughters," I said.

"Do you have any evidence that he did these things?" He asked.

I opened and closed my mouth, letting out a sob.

"So you have no proof?" He asked and I shook my head. "I'm sorry but I have to agree with him, it just doesn't make a lot of sense to start feeling up your son's girlfriend right after she gave birth."

"Wh-where are you taking him?" I asked.

"Down to the station," he said. "For destruction of property and assault and battery."

"N-no, he can't be arrested," I cried. "W-we have two babies."

I sniffled and looked into the backseat. Frank had his head resting against the bars of the window, still looking pissed. I watched them get into the car and drive away, leaving me a mess on the front lawn.