I had the dream again. The scary one where all the people storm into my house and take me away from Mama. I sat up in bed, crying as I grabbed my paci and went to Mikey's room. I stopped when I saw Pete in bed with them. The two were sleeping and cuddled up happily.

I went back and grabbed my blankie and Dee. I stepped down the stairs quietly to the backdoor, going to the backdoor. I went to Mikey's treehouse, making sure to lock the door and latch all the window shutters.

This place was so nice and comforting. I wrapped my blankie around me, using Dee as a pillow while I sucked on my paci. I curled into a little ball as I fell asleep.

"Gee!" I heard a voice call. "Gee! Where are you?!"

I woke up, rubbing my eyes. The sun was up now as I opened the latch. I ducked my head down and saw Mikey in his pajamas.

"Gee! Oh my god!" He exclaimed, coming to the tree and climbing up with me. "You scared us all to death! We went to get you up for breakfast and you weren't in bed or anywhere in the house. Dad near about called the police."

"I-I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't know.

He sighed quietly, running a hand through his blond hair.

"Why'd you come up here anyways?" He asked.

"I had the dream again but Pete was in your bed and I didn't have nowhere else to go," I said. "This was the place I felt safest."

Mikey wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Even if Pete is here you can still come to me if you're scared, Pete cares about you too."

"Okay, Mikey," I said quietly. "I'm sorry for scaring everyone."

He pulled away and smiled at me. "Well, on the bright side for you dad got so freaked out so he called Frank and when Frank heard you were missing he freaked out too. So, long story short, he's in the living room right now."

I smiled happily, grabbing all my things as we climbed down the ladder.

"So, is he your boyfriend now?" Mikey asked.

"What's the difference between a boyfriend and a friend?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"I'll let Frank explain that to you," Mikey said as we walked inside.

My dad gave me a big hug when I walked inside.

"I thought I lost you again," he mumbled.

He kissed my forehead and pulled away.

"C'mon, let's go eat," my dad said. "We'll talk about this later."

Frank came over and gave me a hug as everyone else left the room.

"I don't wanna ever get a call to wake me up saying that you've gone missing again," Frank whispered.

I nodded my head and he took my hand. We went into the dining room and I saw the scrambled eggs and weird bread stuff.

"What's this?" I asked.

"French toast," Mikey answered.

We ate quietly and it was weird. Everyone seemed tense. I didn't like it. We finally finished and I pulled Frank up to my bedroom. I buried my face into the pillows and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"They all hate me," I cried.

"They don't--"

"I want Mama," I interrupted. "Hate it here, want Mama."

"Baby, your mom is in jail," Frank said softly.

"I'm gonna move back home," I declared. "I'll live alone and wait for Mama to come home."

He pulled me up into his lap and I scowled. But then he gave me my paci and my scowl was reduced to just a small pout. Then he handed me Dee and my blankie and there was no way I could be upset anymore.

"What's the difference between a friend and a boyfriend?" I asked.

Frank chuckled quietly. "Well, you're my boyfriend, at least I would hope so. Anyways, if you're my boyfriend then I can kiss you and no one else is allowed to kiss you, not even your friends."

"Really? Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because you're my baby and I'm not sharing you with anyone," he said.

"But my Mama said sharing is a good thing," I said. "She's said sharing is caring."

"Some things you just don't share, baby," Frank said, leaning down to give me a kiss. "Would you want me doing that to other boys?"

"Well, are they nice boys?" I asked.

Frank chuckled quietly and shook his head. "No kissing other people is what a boyfriend means, understand?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Attaboy," he said, kissing my forehead.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. Frank rubbed my back gently and I felt his warm arms around me.

"It's sunday, have you done your homework?" He asked.

I pulled away and nodded my head.

"I had to write a little paper about myself and what it was like not being with Mama," I told him. "Wanna read?"

Frank smiled and nodded his head. I reached into my brand new pastel pink backpack and got the piece of paper that I had handwritten all by myself. I handed it to him and smiled proudly. It's the first paper I've had to write for school, I read it so many times I've memorized it.

When I was taken from Mama I was taken to a cort where people there talked alot and it was loud and scary and i didnt like it. The man in the big chair said i couldn't live with Mama and gave me to dad and mikey insted and they took me away. There house is so much difrent then my home. It was scary to. I miss Mama alot. My Mama is the nicest most funnest person I know but people dont like her and that makes me sad becuse i like my Mama alot. My Mama always took care of me ever since i was just a little baby and she made sure to keep me safe becuse the outside is danedrous and people said that that was bad but it wasnt she was good she wanted me safe it was good. The people who took me away from Mama arent good. They were big and scary and going threw all our stuffs and i hated it. My Mama was keeping me safe from those scary danedrous men. I miss home and I miss Mama alot but there are some good things here. Its all weerd with sell phones and lap tops and iced cream. But i like it to.

Frank cleared his throat quietly after he finished reading it.

"What'd you think?" I asked.

Frank seemed like he didn't know quite what to say as he looked up at me.

"I think you deserve a kiss," he said.

I squealed happily, jumping into his lap. I pressed my lips against his and smiled.

"Boyfriend kisses only, right?" I asked.

"That's right," he confirmed, chuckling quietly.

"Did you do your homework?" I asked. "Mr. McDonald said doing homework is very important because it can help us get better at things."

Frank smiled, kissing my forehead. "Yeah, baby, I finished all my homework."

"Does that mean you can stay here for a little and play?" I asked excitedly.

He nodded his head and I squealed. I jumped up and went to my shelf, grabbing the little toy I had.

"Look at my pony!" I exclaimed. "Isn't she pretty?"

"She sure is," Frank agreed. "My cousin has that same My Little Pony."

I frowned and held her to my chest protectively.

"No, this is my pony, not her's," I pouted.

"No, sweetheart, she has her own but it's just the same as yours," Frank explained.

"But my Mama said mine was special and there was only one like it," I said.

Frank sighed quietly. "Wanna kiss again, baby boy?"

I smiled and nodded, dropping my pony as I crawled into his lap. Frank held my chin gently, bringing me forward as he pressed his lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Frank's mouth parted again, his tongue running over my lips.

I just up suddenly and Frank chuckled quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. I picked up another toy and showed it to him.

"Look at my princess doll!" I exclaimed. "I have a prince one to go with it!"

I went back over to my shelf and grabbed the other doll in my the hand. I turned around and saw Frank standing there. He put his hands on my hips, gently pressing me against the wall. I looked down at him as he leaned up, crashing his lips against mine. I dropped my dolls, wrapping my arms around his neck. Frank's body was pressed close to mine, and I blushed.

"D-do you wanna see my dollhouse too?" I whispered.

Frank shushed me quietly, his lips on mine again. I kissed him back eagerly. I loved the kisses, they felt so good. Frank pulled away suddenly and I whimpered, shaking my head.

"Wanna show me that dollhouse of yours now?" He asked.

I shook my head and he smiled.

"Kissies," I said.

Frank smiled, his hand caressing my cheek gently. I smiled back as I felt my heart warm. He was so pretty. His greenish eyes were sparkling in the light. Frank's finger twirled around my red hair and I rested my head against his shoulder. Frank wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying slowly.

"I'm so glad you're safe now," he whispered.

"I've always been safe, my Mama took care of me," I mumbled.

Frank shook his head softly. He held my hand, pulling me away from the wall.

"Now, how about that dollhouse?" He asked.

I smiled, kneeling in front of the big house.

"Santa gave it to me," I told him. "Mama said Santa always comes down chimneys but since we didn't have a chimney Santa had a special magic key instead that he could use to unlock our door to leave our presents."

Frank raised his eyebrows as he stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Santa?" He questioned.

"Yeah, Santa gave it to me," I confirmed.

"Okay," he mumbled, rubbing my back.

He leaned over, kissing my cheek and I smiled.