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“Seriously, Paulina, you have to eat something. You’re not leaving this kitchen until there’s food in your stomach.” Bob crossed his arms, nodding his head indicatively at the bowl of cereal in front of the small girl. She glared.

“Just let me starve,” she muttered angrily. She picked up the spoon and stirred the cereal, watching it get soft and soggy.

“That’s illegal.” Bob told her facetiously.

“You’re so funny,” Paulina said listlessly. She flung the spoon to the wall with her fingers. Bob grabbed her by the back of the neck and hauled her out of her seat to the refrigerator.

“Paulina, you will pick one damn thing out of this refrigerator to eat, or I will pick for you. Just so you know, it’ll probably be Windex or Comet. So pick.”

Paulina sighed and tapped her foot. “Milk.”

“That’s not food.”

“Neither is Windex.”

“My game, my rules. Pick food.”

Paulina rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag of green grapes, plopping herself back into her chair at the table and popping one into her mouth.

“Hmm…” Bob said, examining the girl. “I can see how this can seem torturous to you. What kind of animal am I?”

“Oh my God, Bob, you are so funny. Your wit and charm is mind-blowing, really. You just keep crankin’ out these funny jokes.” Grape. Grape. Grape.

“How did you become such a smartass?”

“Learned from the best, I did.” After her fifth grape, Paulina tossed the bag, open end down, into the trash, the rest of the bag tumbling into the receptacle. “Oh,” she said, feigning disappointment. “Too bad.” Bob sighed, crossing to the cabinet below the sink. He pulled out a large spray-bottle of Windex.

“Open up,” he said, holding the bottle in front of Paulina’s face.

“You can’t actually believe that I’m going to do that.” Paulina just glared at him disgustedly.

“You don’t want to know what will happen if you don’t.”

“Ahh, a threat.”

“No, a promise. Open up and get it over with.” Paulina glared for a moment before sighing and dropping her jaw. After three sprays of cleaning solution, she began to cough and choke, sputtering up stomach bile and acid. Stumbling to the sink, she began to throw up the grapes and few bites of cereal she’d had.

“You’re an asshole,” she coughed, rinsing with water and spitting into the sink.

“We all have our little character flaws,” he told her, shrugging. “Now that you’ve wasted enough time, you have to go practice.”

“No. Fuck off.”

“Excuse me?” Bob said dangerously. He cocked one eyebrow and his finger gently squeezed the trigger on the Windex, a few drops leaking from the nozzle to the floor.

“I’m not in the mood for Frank, today,” she said sheepishly. Paulina had had another encounter with Gerard the night before, about two weeks after he’d confessed that he’d been having the same dream as she’d been having. She felt dirty. She felt that Frank would know just by looking at her, if he didn’t know already by word of Gerard.

“Are you ever?”

“No, but…I just don’t want to today.”

“You’re an unwilling prisoner; since when does what you want play into it at all?”

Paulina sighed, rolled her eyes, and walked out of the kitchen. Her feet dragged as she made her way to the ballroom, heart sinking lower and lower with each step. Once inside, she sat down beside a brooding Frank, his hands poised in position on the piano, but silent.

“So,” he said quietly once she sat down. “I heard you had some…fun last night.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Paulina clenched her fists in her lap.

“Oh, stop being petulant. Either be a slut and embrace it, or close your legs.”

“Shut the fuck up, Frank. You know I don’t--”

“That you don’t want to be an easy lay, but there’s just nothing you can do about it?” Frank interrupted venomously.

“I’m not even going to bite,” she responded, shaking her head, frustrated, and opening the sheet music. She began to play, but this soon proved to be difficult, just as Frank was being difficult.

“Wrong note, slut.”

She did her best to ignore it.

“I guess I didn’t realize whores can’t read music.”

Paulina bit her lip and continued playing.

“Is your musical knowledge leaking out of an over-used hole, or something? That was supposed to be flat, you disgusting skank.”

“Fucking stop, already!” Paulina yelled, slamming her hands down on the piano. She slammed down the shelf over the keys, narrowly missing Frank’s fingers. “Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here. Either let me play or let me go.”

“Let you go so you can continue with more pleasurable activities? Your promiscuous behavior should be punished, not encouraged. You know, this seems like a flaw of upbringing. Did Daddy not pay enough attention to you? Did Mommy overlook the affection you so desperately craved? Bad parenting, that’s the root of all this. Maybe we could--” Paulina never found out what they could do, because, at that moment, she lunged at Frank, knocking him backwards off the piano bench and onto the tiled floor.

“Shut up! Fucking shut up, you bastard!” She straddled his lap and pinned him down, her fist colliding with his cheekbone. She grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the ground as hard as she could, driven by the sound his skull made as it struck against the marble.

“You bitch!” he gasped, finally gaining his bearing when Paulina paused for a moment to compose herself. He rolled, swapping their positions. He only held her down, pinning her struggling figure beneath himself. “Stop! Stop! Heel! Stop!” Paulina’s knee flew up, catching Frank in the stomach, making him fall back off of her.

“I will fucking kill you!” she snarled, jumping up. Before she could get in a kick or pin him down again, she felt arms wrap around from behind, binding her own arms to her side and suppressing her attempts to attack.

“Whoa, whoa!” Ray had to lift her off the ground to keep her from getting away, and she began to kick out in all directions. Frank remained on the floor, leaning back on his hands, glaring up at the struggling Paulina. “Calm down, right! Be calm!” His words did nothing, as Paulina continued to fight, spitting with rage. “Alright, alright, we’re leaving. You need to get out.” With that, he managed to carry Paulina out of the room, wrestle, one-armed, the blindfold over her face, and get her out to the car.

“I hate you, Frank!” she screamed all the while. “I could kill you, you bastard! I hate you!”



Don't talk shit about Paulina's mama, son! Sorry, had to get that in there. Shit, though, bro. Crazy shit. If the next chapter goes as planned, it's gonna be a big one. Not big as in long (although it may be that, as well), but big as in important. Very important. Do not skip, and make sure you pay attention. It's gonna be some pretty serious shit. So...stay tuned for that. Until then, go comment, rate, and subscribe, please, and keep being awesome. I don't say this often enough, but all you guys are so sweet, always telling me what a great writer I am and all. I really appreciate the compliments, especially when I'm feeling really shitty about a chapter. Not to mention the '5' ratings on all the chapters. It's really amazing. So...yeah, just had to say that. Thanks. Go do what you do. OverAndOutxx