Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Stockholm Syndrome
Paulina ran up the stairs as fast as her legs would take her, stumbling along the way, but grabbing a hold of the banister to keep herself from falling down. Once she was at the top, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She walked down the hall, wondering if it was worth the time to try to find her room. If she even still had a room. Right now, she was lucky if Frank didn’t cast her back into the basement for what happened…
Paulina sighed and leaned against the wall. What had happened, exactly? Well…other than the obvious…He’d kissed her…but why? Was he trying to mess with her head, again? It seemed that all she’d been exposed to since gaining consciousness in this crazy house was mind games and confusion. His lips had been so soft…And for a moment, just a moment, he’d been incredibly gentle. So gentle, Paulina had felt as though she could melt into his embrace. It was strange, but at the same time, it almost hadn’t surprised her. It had almost felt…right…
“Paulina?” The girl whipped around when she heard her name. Was it Frank? Was he there to throw her to the first floor and kick her back to the basement? Her heart thumped in her chest rapidly until she saw who it was that sought her out. It was Robert. “Paulina, you’re bleeding.” She’d forgotten about the collision with the table. Paulina reached up and touched the dried line of blood that separated her face into two halves.
“Yes,” she said absently, walking over to the blond man. He grabbed her arm and steered her in the opposite direction, towards the bathroom.
“Let’s clean you up.” He took a washcloth out of a cabinet above the sink and ran the tap. When the water turned warm, he soaked the towel and began to lightly wipe the caked blood off of Paulina’s face. “There,” he said after a few minutes, reaching beneath her chin to clear any stray drippings of blood. “All clean. Now, get up. We’re going to run some errands.”
With that, he led the small girl out of the room and down the stairs, through the foyer and the living room, where a large fire was burning brightly. Was it cold out? Paulina hadn’t felt cold yesterday, nor the day before…but maybe it was changing. If she remembered right, it should have been early November. Suddenly, Paulina felt very cold, shivering as she passed the warming fire. When they passed, Robert tossed the bloody washcloth into the heart of the flames, and Paulina watched it burn up, the only evidence that she was really there.
Paulina happened to notice that they were approaching the kitchen, and became hesitant to go any further. Was Frank still in there? Was he still angry with her? Would he start hitting her again when she walked in? To appease her curiosity, Paulina peered cautiously into the kitchen, only to see that Frank was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed about this…
“What--I mean…Errands…you know what I’m trying to say…” Paulina said to Robert, knowing he’d understand that she was learning her lesson about asking questions.
“Well,” Robert said, opening cupboards and drawers to peer inside. “Grocery shopping. We need a few things around the house. Just errands. You’ll find out when we go.”
Of course, Paulina was blindfolded before being led out the doorway, and she was almost able to find her own way to the passenger seat of the car she’d ridden in so many times over the past few days. It was a short drive to wherever they were going, and Robert removed the blindfold while they were still in the car. It was quite cold out, and Paulina wished she had more around her feet than the thin chucks she’d been given.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you speak--”
“You’ll kill me,” Paulina finished, nodding. “I know. That’s something I won’t soon forget,” she added, recalling the events of that morning.
“Good, be sure you don’t. Now, let’s go.” Both people exited the car, walking around to the sliding front doors of the grocery store. Paulina examined the name printed on the window. Family Grocery. The most generic name possible, and not one that Paulina could glean any information from.
“Do you like Wheaties?” They were in the cereal aisle, and their cart was getting considerably packed as the couple advanced through the store.
“Does it matter?” Paulina shrugged, examining the many boxes of sugary cereals.
“Ah, ah, ah, no questions, Paulina,” Robert said, “accidentally” running over her foot with the grocery cart. “And no, it really doesn’t. But I would think that you’d want to enjoy something, even if it’s as little as breakfast in the morning.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy it more if it could be made in English, or without ammonia sprinkled over the top.”
“Complaining, are you? You know Paulina, I don’t have to be so nice to you, and maybe if I get a little more stern, you’ll stop whining to me. Now, please, shut up.” Robert kept walking down the aisle, knocking random boxes off the shelves and into the basket. Paulina stared at him, caught off-guard. Since when was Robert like the rest of them? She considered him the closest thing to an ally that she had in this crazy world she’d stepped into. Not anymore, Paulina thought to herself. She’d have to keep a bit more of a distance.
They continued all through the store, Paulina remaining silent when Bob would say a few words to her. It didn’t seem to bother him; in fact, it seemed to improve his mood.
“Alright, let’s go,” Bob said as they walked out to the car and unloaded the groceries into the trunk. He slammed it shut and got into the car, revving the engine before Paulina had gotten in. Once she was settled, he replaced the blindfold over her eyes and pealed out of the parking lot.
When the blindfold was again removed and the car had stopped, Bob seemed to be in a better mood, and thus warmer towards Paulina. They seemed to be walking into a pet store. Why, Paulina had no idea…
“I didn’t know there was an animal in the house.” Paulina looked around the tiny shop, her eyes landing on a large, round glass tank towards the back.
Upon closer inspection, the tank held many small, furry rabbits, all hopping over each other and rolling around in the bedding. A small smile played at Paulina’s lips as she watched. There was a tiny white one, smaller than the rest, huddled to one side and just watching the rest, its little nose twitching as it did so.
“There’s not,” Robert answered, peering into the case to see what Paulina was looking at. “Well, go on,” he added, nodding. “Pick it up.” Paulina reached her hand out and grabbed the little bunny around the middle, quickly bringing it to her chest and cuddling it close. It was so tiny, and perfectly white, like a fluffy snowball. “Stay here, Paulina. I’ll be back in a moment.”
About ten minutes later, Bob showed back up with a wire basket filled with various things that Paulina couldn’t see well enough to make sense of. “Let’s go,” he said, indicating the check-out counter. Paulina went to put the rabbit back, but was stopped by Bob. “No, no, we’re taking that, too.” Paulina gave him a quizzical look, but didn’t dare ask a question. She just walked up to the counter and stared at the cashier.
He was a boy, perhaps just a bit older than Paulina. He was relatively tall, very thin, but strong-looking. He had large brown eyes and a mop of red hair. He had some acne, but it wasn’t too bad. Paulina wondered if he could tell what was going on just by looking at herself and Bob. She wondered if maybe he’d seen her picture on the news, or heard her name on the radio. What if she told him? He was trying to catch Paulina’s eye, giving her small smiles when Bob wasn’t looking. Would he believe her? Would he pick up the little gray phone behind the counter and call the police, have the place surrounded in minutes? What would Bob do? Would he drag her out? Leave her behind? Maybe he’d just kill her there on the spot, like every man that had taken Paulina out had threatened to do if she actually went through with doing what she was thinking of doing. Paulina glanced at the boy’s nametag. Paul. He looked like a Paul. She wondered how casually she could bring up the subject of her abduction and repeated battery, not to mention the rape…
As though he were able to read her mind, Bob closed his hand tightly around Paulina’s wrist, as if to remind her to keep her mouth shut and her head down. This was not the time nor the place to be a hero, and least of all to herself. They walked out into the parking lot, Paulina still clutching the tiny animal to her chest to protect it from the cold that seemed to be setting in quickly.
A fair amount of time later, the car was stopping again, and Robert was removing the blindfold. They were back in the driveway, and it was just then that Paulina realized that she could look at the front of the house and see the number. It wasn’t great, but it was a start. Bob, however, seemed to have the same idea.
“Shit!” he hissed, recovering Paulina’s face with the scarf before she could even find the number on the house. “The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, smacking her in the face so that her head knocked sideways against the glass.
“Sorry,” Paulina murmured softly. She lifted the hand that wasn’t holding the rabbit to her head, rubbing her stinging temple. She was led out into the yard and up the porch to the front door. Once inside, Paulina’s skin began to crawl with the warmth that was emanating from the fire in the foyer.
“Go to your room, and bring this stuff with you,” Robert said, handing Paulina the bags from the pet store. He went back out to get the groceries from the trunk, and Paulina did as she was told. She pushed the door open with her foot, since her hands were full, and sat lightly on her bed. She set down the rabbit on the pillow and dropped the bags to the floor.
Closing the door securely, Paulina turned and looked at the rabbit. Was it hungry? Did it have to go to the bathroom? Paulina looked at the bags. She could tell from one glance that there wasn’t a cage or a hutch in any of them. Was she just supposed to let it hop around her room? Paulina sighed and rifled through the purchases from the pet store. Food, litter, a litter box, and a book about rabbits. Paulina shook her head. It was almost spooky how all the men in this house seemed able to read her mind, even before she thought of anything.
She filled the litter box, even though Paulina wasn’t sure that the rabbit would know how to use it. She set it in the corner of the room, as far away from the bed as possible. Paulina turned and looked at the rabbit, sniffing at her pillows and hopping around the comforter. It needed a name.
“What’s this?” Mikey had walked into Paulina’s room while she was reading the book about how to care for pet rabbits. When the rabbit ventured too close, he bent down and scooped it up with one hand, watching it flail and twist to try to escape his grip.
“Algernon.”
“What the fuck kind of name is that?” He held the rabbit closer, as though inspecting it for flaws.
“It’s from a novel. These scientists are trying to develop a surgery that turns people with low IQs into geniuses. The first one to test it is a small, white mouse named Algernon. At first, it works really well, but Algernon’s intelligence starts degenerating, and he dies at the end of the book.” Paulina watched as her pet squirmed in the man’s grasp: frightened, frantic, confused. Paulina, however, knew better than to tell Mikey to put him down. Tiny screams, squeaking sounds of fear, were eeking out of Algernon’s throat, and Paulina felt sorry that they’d bought him at all. Now, she’d dragged him into this crazy house.
“What book is this?” Mercilessly, Mikey tossed the rabbit away, watching it land on the floor and run frantically to its litter box, to huddle down in the plastic, shaking.
“Flowers for Algernon.”
“Well, it sounds fucking stupid, just like you,” Mikey said dismissively.
“I’m not stupid,” Paulina murmured, not intending Mikey to hear. He heard anyway, and in two strides, he had crossed to where Paulina was laying on the bed. In one swift motion, he entangled his fingers into her hair, snapping her head back so that her neck arched upward, a choked-off gasp catching in her compressed throat.
“I’m sorry, Paulina, did you just defy me?”
Paulina shook her head tightly, gulping thickly. “No.”
“And now you’re lying,” Mikey said, tsk-ing and shaking his head. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Paulina. In fact, I don’t think there’s anything I can do with you. Maybe I should just call in my brother and let him punish you…”
Vehemently, hearing her neck crack, Paulina shook her head, her eyes growing even wider. “No! Please!” she gasped. “No!”
“And now you’re telling me what to do?” Mikey clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes glittering maliciously. “You certainly do need Gerard to straighten you out.”
“Please,” Paulina whimpered, hot tears beginning to stream from the corners of her eyes. “Please don’t. Please, Mikey. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Mikey mused, taking his free hand and tracing circular patterns on the flesh of Paulina’s neck with his fingertips. Paulina relaxed a little bit, sighing lightly with relief. “I’ll ask him to be gentle.”
Before she could say anything, or even register what he’d said, Mikey was out the door and calling for his brother. Fear returned, along with a burning hatred for…whom? Paulina didn’t even know who she was angry at, really, she just knew she was angry. She threw her rabbit care book at the wall and covered her face with her hands, hearing her door open and the familiar footsteps of Gerard across her floor.
“Round two, ma chère?”
Wow. I'm really sorry it took me so long to update this, and I'm especially sorry that this chapter is so long. I dunno, maybe you're happy it's long and not cut short and confusing. It's four pages in 10-point font. Four full pages. It's a lot. If you actually made it this far, then kudos to you. I was feeling blocked with this chapter, for some reason. I knew I wanted to get from Chapter 18 to Chapter 20, I just didn't know how to write Chapter 19 to make that bridge. Fellow writers, I'm sure you know the feeling. I hope this isn't too crappy a chapter. It does go from one thing to another quite a few times, I just didn't know how to break it up into more than one chapter.
OH, and I have an idea, and I want all your opinions. PLEASE READ THIS: I had an idea the other day, and I gotta run it by you guys. Now, what if, after I finish this story, I REWRITE the story, but in FRANK's point of view? Huh? Huh? Yeah, it would start out before the abduction, and I feel like it would give us some extra insight into the story. Like, there are some things that Frank has done and seen that Paulina hasn't seen, and this would be a way to find those things out. So, let me know what you guys think in your comments. Just think about it, okay?
Okay, so...Yeah. PLEASE go comment. This took so long to write, it would be a shame for it to get no review. Subscribe, too, if you haven't. Thanks, kids. OverAndOutxx
Paulina sighed and leaned against the wall. What had happened, exactly? Well…other than the obvious…He’d kissed her…but why? Was he trying to mess with her head, again? It seemed that all she’d been exposed to since gaining consciousness in this crazy house was mind games and confusion. His lips had been so soft…And for a moment, just a moment, he’d been incredibly gentle. So gentle, Paulina had felt as though she could melt into his embrace. It was strange, but at the same time, it almost hadn’t surprised her. It had almost felt…right…
“Paulina?” The girl whipped around when she heard her name. Was it Frank? Was he there to throw her to the first floor and kick her back to the basement? Her heart thumped in her chest rapidly until she saw who it was that sought her out. It was Robert. “Paulina, you’re bleeding.” She’d forgotten about the collision with the table. Paulina reached up and touched the dried line of blood that separated her face into two halves.
“Yes,” she said absently, walking over to the blond man. He grabbed her arm and steered her in the opposite direction, towards the bathroom.
“Let’s clean you up.” He took a washcloth out of a cabinet above the sink and ran the tap. When the water turned warm, he soaked the towel and began to lightly wipe the caked blood off of Paulina’s face. “There,” he said after a few minutes, reaching beneath her chin to clear any stray drippings of blood. “All clean. Now, get up. We’re going to run some errands.”
With that, he led the small girl out of the room and down the stairs, through the foyer and the living room, where a large fire was burning brightly. Was it cold out? Paulina hadn’t felt cold yesterday, nor the day before…but maybe it was changing. If she remembered right, it should have been early November. Suddenly, Paulina felt very cold, shivering as she passed the warming fire. When they passed, Robert tossed the bloody washcloth into the heart of the flames, and Paulina watched it burn up, the only evidence that she was really there.
Paulina happened to notice that they were approaching the kitchen, and became hesitant to go any further. Was Frank still in there? Was he still angry with her? Would he start hitting her again when she walked in? To appease her curiosity, Paulina peered cautiously into the kitchen, only to see that Frank was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed about this…
“What--I mean…Errands…you know what I’m trying to say…” Paulina said to Robert, knowing he’d understand that she was learning her lesson about asking questions.
“Well,” Robert said, opening cupboards and drawers to peer inside. “Grocery shopping. We need a few things around the house. Just errands. You’ll find out when we go.”
Of course, Paulina was blindfolded before being led out the doorway, and she was almost able to find her own way to the passenger seat of the car she’d ridden in so many times over the past few days. It was a short drive to wherever they were going, and Robert removed the blindfold while they were still in the car. It was quite cold out, and Paulina wished she had more around her feet than the thin chucks she’d been given.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you speak--”
“You’ll kill me,” Paulina finished, nodding. “I know. That’s something I won’t soon forget,” she added, recalling the events of that morning.
“Good, be sure you don’t. Now, let’s go.” Both people exited the car, walking around to the sliding front doors of the grocery store. Paulina examined the name printed on the window. Family Grocery. The most generic name possible, and not one that Paulina could glean any information from.
“Do you like Wheaties?” They were in the cereal aisle, and their cart was getting considerably packed as the couple advanced through the store.
“Does it matter?” Paulina shrugged, examining the many boxes of sugary cereals.
“Ah, ah, ah, no questions, Paulina,” Robert said, “accidentally” running over her foot with the grocery cart. “And no, it really doesn’t. But I would think that you’d want to enjoy something, even if it’s as little as breakfast in the morning.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy it more if it could be made in English, or without ammonia sprinkled over the top.”
“Complaining, are you? You know Paulina, I don’t have to be so nice to you, and maybe if I get a little more stern, you’ll stop whining to me. Now, please, shut up.” Robert kept walking down the aisle, knocking random boxes off the shelves and into the basket. Paulina stared at him, caught off-guard. Since when was Robert like the rest of them? She considered him the closest thing to an ally that she had in this crazy world she’d stepped into. Not anymore, Paulina thought to herself. She’d have to keep a bit more of a distance.
They continued all through the store, Paulina remaining silent when Bob would say a few words to her. It didn’t seem to bother him; in fact, it seemed to improve his mood.
“Alright, let’s go,” Bob said as they walked out to the car and unloaded the groceries into the trunk. He slammed it shut and got into the car, revving the engine before Paulina had gotten in. Once she was settled, he replaced the blindfold over her eyes and pealed out of the parking lot.
When the blindfold was again removed and the car had stopped, Bob seemed to be in a better mood, and thus warmer towards Paulina. They seemed to be walking into a pet store. Why, Paulina had no idea…
“I didn’t know there was an animal in the house.” Paulina looked around the tiny shop, her eyes landing on a large, round glass tank towards the back.
Upon closer inspection, the tank held many small, furry rabbits, all hopping over each other and rolling around in the bedding. A small smile played at Paulina’s lips as she watched. There was a tiny white one, smaller than the rest, huddled to one side and just watching the rest, its little nose twitching as it did so.
“There’s not,” Robert answered, peering into the case to see what Paulina was looking at. “Well, go on,” he added, nodding. “Pick it up.” Paulina reached her hand out and grabbed the little bunny around the middle, quickly bringing it to her chest and cuddling it close. It was so tiny, and perfectly white, like a fluffy snowball. “Stay here, Paulina. I’ll be back in a moment.”
About ten minutes later, Bob showed back up with a wire basket filled with various things that Paulina couldn’t see well enough to make sense of. “Let’s go,” he said, indicating the check-out counter. Paulina went to put the rabbit back, but was stopped by Bob. “No, no, we’re taking that, too.” Paulina gave him a quizzical look, but didn’t dare ask a question. She just walked up to the counter and stared at the cashier.
He was a boy, perhaps just a bit older than Paulina. He was relatively tall, very thin, but strong-looking. He had large brown eyes and a mop of red hair. He had some acne, but it wasn’t too bad. Paulina wondered if he could tell what was going on just by looking at herself and Bob. She wondered if maybe he’d seen her picture on the news, or heard her name on the radio. What if she told him? He was trying to catch Paulina’s eye, giving her small smiles when Bob wasn’t looking. Would he believe her? Would he pick up the little gray phone behind the counter and call the police, have the place surrounded in minutes? What would Bob do? Would he drag her out? Leave her behind? Maybe he’d just kill her there on the spot, like every man that had taken Paulina out had threatened to do if she actually went through with doing what she was thinking of doing. Paulina glanced at the boy’s nametag. Paul. He looked like a Paul. She wondered how casually she could bring up the subject of her abduction and repeated battery, not to mention the rape…
As though he were able to read her mind, Bob closed his hand tightly around Paulina’s wrist, as if to remind her to keep her mouth shut and her head down. This was not the time nor the place to be a hero, and least of all to herself. They walked out into the parking lot, Paulina still clutching the tiny animal to her chest to protect it from the cold that seemed to be setting in quickly.
A fair amount of time later, the car was stopping again, and Robert was removing the blindfold. They were back in the driveway, and it was just then that Paulina realized that she could look at the front of the house and see the number. It wasn’t great, but it was a start. Bob, however, seemed to have the same idea.
“Shit!” he hissed, recovering Paulina’s face with the scarf before she could even find the number on the house. “The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, smacking her in the face so that her head knocked sideways against the glass.
“Sorry,” Paulina murmured softly. She lifted the hand that wasn’t holding the rabbit to her head, rubbing her stinging temple. She was led out into the yard and up the porch to the front door. Once inside, Paulina’s skin began to crawl with the warmth that was emanating from the fire in the foyer.
“Go to your room, and bring this stuff with you,” Robert said, handing Paulina the bags from the pet store. He went back out to get the groceries from the trunk, and Paulina did as she was told. She pushed the door open with her foot, since her hands were full, and sat lightly on her bed. She set down the rabbit on the pillow and dropped the bags to the floor.
Closing the door securely, Paulina turned and looked at the rabbit. Was it hungry? Did it have to go to the bathroom? Paulina looked at the bags. She could tell from one glance that there wasn’t a cage or a hutch in any of them. Was she just supposed to let it hop around her room? Paulina sighed and rifled through the purchases from the pet store. Food, litter, a litter box, and a book about rabbits. Paulina shook her head. It was almost spooky how all the men in this house seemed able to read her mind, even before she thought of anything.
She filled the litter box, even though Paulina wasn’t sure that the rabbit would know how to use it. She set it in the corner of the room, as far away from the bed as possible. Paulina turned and looked at the rabbit, sniffing at her pillows and hopping around the comforter. It needed a name.
“What’s this?” Mikey had walked into Paulina’s room while she was reading the book about how to care for pet rabbits. When the rabbit ventured too close, he bent down and scooped it up with one hand, watching it flail and twist to try to escape his grip.
“Algernon.”
“What the fuck kind of name is that?” He held the rabbit closer, as though inspecting it for flaws.
“It’s from a novel. These scientists are trying to develop a surgery that turns people with low IQs into geniuses. The first one to test it is a small, white mouse named Algernon. At first, it works really well, but Algernon’s intelligence starts degenerating, and he dies at the end of the book.” Paulina watched as her pet squirmed in the man’s grasp: frightened, frantic, confused. Paulina, however, knew better than to tell Mikey to put him down. Tiny screams, squeaking sounds of fear, were eeking out of Algernon’s throat, and Paulina felt sorry that they’d bought him at all. Now, she’d dragged him into this crazy house.
“What book is this?” Mercilessly, Mikey tossed the rabbit away, watching it land on the floor and run frantically to its litter box, to huddle down in the plastic, shaking.
“Flowers for Algernon.”
“Well, it sounds fucking stupid, just like you,” Mikey said dismissively.
“I’m not stupid,” Paulina murmured, not intending Mikey to hear. He heard anyway, and in two strides, he had crossed to where Paulina was laying on the bed. In one swift motion, he entangled his fingers into her hair, snapping her head back so that her neck arched upward, a choked-off gasp catching in her compressed throat.
“I’m sorry, Paulina, did you just defy me?”
Paulina shook her head tightly, gulping thickly. “No.”
“And now you’re lying,” Mikey said, tsk-ing and shaking his head. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Paulina. In fact, I don’t think there’s anything I can do with you. Maybe I should just call in my brother and let him punish you…”
Vehemently, hearing her neck crack, Paulina shook her head, her eyes growing even wider. “No! Please!” she gasped. “No!”
“And now you’re telling me what to do?” Mikey clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes glittering maliciously. “You certainly do need Gerard to straighten you out.”
“Please,” Paulina whimpered, hot tears beginning to stream from the corners of her eyes. “Please don’t. Please, Mikey. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Mikey mused, taking his free hand and tracing circular patterns on the flesh of Paulina’s neck with his fingertips. Paulina relaxed a little bit, sighing lightly with relief. “I’ll ask him to be gentle.”
Before she could say anything, or even register what he’d said, Mikey was out the door and calling for his brother. Fear returned, along with a burning hatred for…whom? Paulina didn’t even know who she was angry at, really, she just knew she was angry. She threw her rabbit care book at the wall and covered her face with her hands, hearing her door open and the familiar footsteps of Gerard across her floor.
“Round two, ma chère?”
Wow. I'm really sorry it took me so long to update this, and I'm especially sorry that this chapter is so long. I dunno, maybe you're happy it's long and not cut short and confusing. It's four pages in 10-point font. Four full pages. It's a lot. If you actually made it this far, then kudos to you. I was feeling blocked with this chapter, for some reason. I knew I wanted to get from Chapter 18 to Chapter 20, I just didn't know how to write Chapter 19 to make that bridge. Fellow writers, I'm sure you know the feeling. I hope this isn't too crappy a chapter. It does go from one thing to another quite a few times, I just didn't know how to break it up into more than one chapter.
OH, and I have an idea, and I want all your opinions. PLEASE READ THIS: I had an idea the other day, and I gotta run it by you guys. Now, what if, after I finish this story, I REWRITE the story, but in FRANK's point of view? Huh? Huh? Yeah, it would start out before the abduction, and I feel like it would give us some extra insight into the story. Like, there are some things that Frank has done and seen that Paulina hasn't seen, and this would be a way to find those things out. So, let me know what you guys think in your comments. Just think about it, okay?
Okay, so...Yeah. PLEASE go comment. This took so long to write, it would be a shame for it to get no review. Subscribe, too, if you haven't. Thanks, kids. OverAndOutxx
Sign up to rate and review this story