Mr. Stump looked so stressed out as he sat at the desk in front of me, head in his hands.

"Sixteen years old, Frank, sixteen," he muttered. "You're still just as much trouble. It's so hard being your psychiatrist because you're just such a dick I don't know if there's something wrong or you're just insanely sadistic."

We've been doing this for so long now. I wish I could kill him but all fingers would be pointed at me. I really wasn't wanting to be sent to some stupid fucking asylum with a whole bunch of stupid fucking psychos.

I smirked, an idea coming to mind. A plan that could potentially get me out of seeing him and keep me out of an asylum.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Mr. Stump looked up at me, his jaw dropping.

"Wh-what'd you just say?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, slightly louder.

Oh god, it was so hard to not just laugh right now.

"I-I've never heard you say I'm sorry before," Mr. Stump said.

"Well, I am," I lied.

"So you feel guilty about what you've done?" He asked. "You know what you've done is wrong?"

I bit my tongue as to not smile or laugh as I nodded.

"Good," he said, smiling in relief. "This is a good start. I'm sorry is a good start."

-+-

"I'm sorry, baby," I apologized. "I had no other choice, she had to go. She was gonna take you away from me."

Gee sniffled, still curled into a ball the next morning, his back faced to me as he refused to look at me.

After he had cried himself to sleep last night, I went downstairs and got rid of her body, scrubbing the blood off the floor. Everything was completely clean so Gee wouldn't have to see it.

"How about I make you some breakfast, baby," I suggested. "You want scrambled eggs? I know you love scrambled eggs."

Gee shook his head.

"Well, do you want something to drink?" I asked.

He shook his head again.

I sighed, laying on my back beside him. I didn't feel guilty about killing Hayley, not at all. I was glad I did, actually. But now the only problem is that Gee is all sad. Which is understandable because now all of his friends have died. All of his friends have been killed by either him or me.

"Do you want cuddles, sweetheart?" I offered. "You love my cuddles."

I went to wrap my arm around him but he moved away from my touch. I sighed, looking at his back. His pink onesie stood light in my view, compared to all the black that surrounded us.

"Baby, what's done is done," I said. "We can't change it."

"Sh-she was my only friend left and you shot her," Gee whimpered.

"I know, but you still have me," I said. "You don't need Miss Williams."

He curled into a little ball under the blanket. I looked over him but he buried his face into the pillow and laid on his stomach so I couldn't see him.

"How can I make you happy again, baby?" I asked.

He didn't answer me and I bit my lip. I squeezed his ass but Gee pushed it away and shook his head. I sighed, resting my forehead against the middle of his back. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"Are you really?" He squeaked, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

I nodded my head against his back. He turned below me so my head rested on his stomach.

"Daddy, I didn't want her to die," he said. "She just thought she was helping."

"I know, baby, but if she left then she would've just told the police about me and you would be taken away from me," I said.

"She could've just stayed here like me," Gee suggested.

I sighed, not wanting that at all. I don't care if she's dead, I'm glad she's dead. I just care that Gee is upset now.

"You want scrambled eggs, baby?" I asked.

I heard a car pull up in my driveway and I sprang up to my feet. It was still very early, about four or five in the morning. In the driveway was a police car. Shit, Hayley must've said something. They were pretty late, though. The police station in my town is so dysfunctional and disorganized.

"Gee, c'mon," I said quickly.

He whimpered quietly, looking at me with puffy eyes. I picked him up, carrying him down to the basement. I opened up the hatch where the sodium hydroxide was usually kept and heated. Luckily it was empty since I haven't refilled it since I used it on Hayley.

"Get inside," I ordered.

Gee whimpered and shook his head. I lowered him down into it anyways and he cried, reaching up for me. It was deep enough so that just half of his forearms and hands were able to be out of it.

"Daddy's gonna hide you here, don't move, okay?" I asked. "I'll come back for you as soon as I can."

I tossed Flower down there with him and his paci before I shut the latch. I quickly hid all my weapons in a locked trunk when I heard the doorbell rang.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," I muttered.

I picked up any last things I could think of before going upstairs, opening the door in just my boxers. Two officers stood there, looking me over.

"Sorry if we woke you, sir," one apologized.

I saw their badges, seeing Officer Hurley and officer Toro.

"We were called for a reported kidnapping at this address," Toro said.

I shook my head. "Nothing has happened here."

"Mind if we take a look around?" Hurley asked.

I opened the door wider and let them in. They checked the upstairs and first floor but found nothing strange. Then they stepped down to the basement. I prayed to the fucking devil that nothing was out of place.

"What's with the bed?" Toro asked.

"And the chain?" Hurley added.

"I'm not sure, exactly," I lied. "That was here when my family had moved in when I was younger and it was just too heavy to lift and carry up the stairs."

Toro tried to pick it up experimentally and saw that it was heavy. I heard a slightly hollow banging and looked to see Hurley kicking the hatch. I could feel my heart racing, silently begging that Gerard doesn't make a sound. The door may be kind of thick but it's definitely not soundproof. I know that enough from hearing people scream when I put them in alive. I bit my lip as he reached to open it but found it locked.

"What's this?" He asked.

"It's a bomb shelter that was built back in the 50s," I lied. "Door is just old and got jammed after someone painted these floors this ugly green color. They got the paint in like the door jam and everything so it's stuck."

Hurley nodded, looking around.

"And the furnace?" He asked.

"My family's Italian and my grandpa had a furnace built just for better cooking for like pizzas and stuff," I said.

"Pretty big for a pizza," Toro remarked.

"I come from a big family, it's easier to make two or three at once rather than one at a time," I said.

Hurley and Toro looked at each other as they nodded.

"Alright, I think we're good," Toro said.

I wish I could kill them so badly. But the station knows they're here and if they go missing at a suspicious house then I'm basically screwed.

I looked back at the latch before following them up the stairs into the foyer.

"You two are with the city police?" I asked.

"Nearby county," Hurley said.

Oh fuck.

I could deal with the police in my town. They were so fucking retarded I would never get caught. Now there's new people in the game and they're probably smarter.

They finally left and I sighed in relief. As soon as I saw their car pull away, I hurried downstairs to Gee. I opened the hatch and saw him crying, paci in mouth and Flower held to his chest. I reached down, holding him under his armpits to lift him out. I sat on the ground and cuddled him in my lap.

"Daddy's so sorry," I muttered. "You know why I had to do that, right?"

"S-so the bad guys wouldn't see me and take me away from you," Gee said quietly.

I kissed his forehead. "That's right, baby."

"I-it was so scary and dark down there," Gee cried. "It smelled too, I hated it. I could hear everything, even when he started banging on the door. It was so scary."

I rubbed his back and he rested his head against my shoulder. He seemed to have completely forgotten about Miss Williams.

"How about some scrambled eggs and cartoons?" I suggested.

"C-can I have fruity pebbles instead, daddy?" He asked.

"Of course you can," I said.

I carried him upstairs, setting him on the couch and turning on the cartoons. I fixed us both up a bowl of fruity pebbles and sat with him. He crawled into my lap, spooning the cereal into his mouth with a content hum. Again, he seems to have forgotten that I just killed Hayley last night. Either that or he doesn't care.

We put empty bowls on the coffee table but Gee stayed in my lap, snuggling up against me. I smiled down at him, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around him. He was already in a onesie but he still seemed cold.

"You're never sad?" Gee asked.

I looked down as he yawned and I fought off the urge to do it myself.

"I'm sad when you're sad," I said.

Gee smiled, closing his eyes as he snuggled against my chest. He mumbled something before falling asleep in my arms. The words still shocked me and made me go still.

"You're the best daddy ever, I love you so much."