A Fire Inside
Title: Bondage Mansion
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: A little history, a little his story, and Gerard is ignited.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, therefore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note:So this is the third part to the super long chapter that I was gonna write. I am kind of glad I broke it up now. Mostly filler, sorry you guys need a cool down from the last one anyway. ^0^
Background is important to me as your guys have figured out. This one and the next one will have back ground. Also warning that the next one may be short becasue it is the fourth part of the chapter. Maybe I will add to it, we'll see.
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
The Antici......pation
An Unsure Ally
Taste The Soup
A Frank Remembrance
A Hard Surprise
It's Supper Time
I Know a Thing About Contrition"
Red Sky In Morning
Play Time
No Other Words
A Day of Rest
Back To Normal?
Smoke and a Conversation
I Saw Red
And Really Bad Eggs
Tell Me What You Want
Normal is a Setting on a Hair Dryer
Flame of Desire
A Drink For The...
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Setting Up A PlayDate
Not What You Expected Huh?
Revenge
Family Can Be The Healing Kind
Where The Wild Things Are
***Frank***
Frank put his shirt back on and smirked at Gerard. He looked so good right now that Frank just wanted to drag him to his bedroom and chain him up so he could use him again later too. However this could not happen yet with the contract suspended. He walked away before he did anything else stupid. As he was walking to the kitchen door he saw something move in the bushes. He caught a glimpse of Bert fumbling with something, but was too focused on Gerard to notice Frank. Frank wondered how long he was there and why he didn’t say anything. Didn’t matter though, just another piece of information to collect for the thought bank. Frank continued on his way. He entered the kitchen and saw it was empty, perfect. He went over to the spirit closet and took out the scotch that Gerard drank. He filled two tumblers with ice and poured the scotch over top. The aromatics of the liquor wafted up as he swirled a glass. He lifted it to his lips and savored the taste. The memory of drinking with Gerard came flooding back too. He had to remember what this brand was for future consumption.
Frank made sure that his back was to the door when Robert walked in. He schooled his face very carefully as he turned around and nodded to him. Robert nodded back and quickly made his way to the door. Frank took another sip and then dropped the bomb.
”So Bert did you enjoy the show? Learn anything new?”
Frank watched as Robert spun around with a look of shock on his face. He saw that he wasn’t trying to deny it either. He walked back over to Frank and stood there. Frank pushed the other glass over to Robert and he took it with shaking hands. He downed it in one shot and Frank smiled. He poured another drink for Robert and stirred his around. Robert just stared at his glass.
”Do you remember when we use to play in the garden as kids?”
Robert looked up at Frank.
”Yeah, our treehouse was in the tree in the wild flowers. It came down years ago in a storm. I think part of it is still in the shed, I couldn’t part with it.”
”You had a good imagination.”
”Nah Frank, yours was better. We fought pirates and jungle monsters.”
”And we use to swing on ropes from the branches and scare mom.”
Both men laughed at this quietly. After taking another sip, Robert looked at Frank.
”You know I asked a thousand times I think why you had to leave. One day I asked so much that my father cracked me in the face and said if I ever mentioned your name again that I would regret it. I never did, to him, but mom talked about you all the time. I asked her once why you didn’t have a mom.
Frank looked up at Robert at this point.
”So what did she say?”
”She said you did and that she loved you very much, but that she could not be with you for certain reasons. She would start crying then so I stopped asking.”
Both men took another sip, Frank ended up finishing his and poured another glass.
”Things could have been different you know.”
”They still can you know.”
”NO, it’s too late now. This has to be this way, it is the way it has always been.”
”How do you know this?”
”I just do.”
Another wave of silence carried until the kitchen door opened and Gerard walked in with his paint smock on. He smiled at both men and moved to the icebox. He pulled out a few strawberries and placed them in a bowl. He grabbed a small towel and left the room.
”So how much did you see Robert?”
”Enough Frank. Enough to know that Gerard was cheating on me.”
”Oh for fuck sake, get off your moral high horse! I believe it was your cheating situation that caused this whole mess for Gerard in the first place!”
”Yes, but I was not in control of those two!”
”Really Robert? Really? Did you say no or even try to?”
Robert looked down at the table and Frank smirked.
”I thought not.”
Robert pushed his drink away and put his head down on the counter.
”Nothing like that has happened to me in a while. Before I met Gerard both men and women use to throw themselves at me. I played with most of them, but Gerard was different, he changed me. I wanted to stop fooling around and settle down after him. After only a few dates I threw my little black book away. That was it for me.”
Frank was looking at Robert now. He knew that Gerard had the ability to change people. He proved that with Matt and Mike, but to hear he affected Robert this much, Gerard was powerful indeed. Frank was suddenly grateful that Gerard was so submissive in nature. If he was a dominate type, he may even give Frank a run for his money. Frank saw that Robert had more to say so he bade him to continue
”I use to hit the whorehouses at least three times a week when I was single. I knew names, places, shit I had my own stool at the bar. I just didn’t care who I slept with.”
”Gerard really impacted you that much?”
”Yeah he did and that is why I am fighting you so hard for him. I wish you would just back down and give up, hell I’ll split the family money with you, just leave me Gerard.”
”I’m afraid I cannot do that Robert.”
”What!? Why!? I mean he’s just an object to be won by you isn’t he? I mean you have known him for what two weeks, you can’t possibly…..”
If Robert knew what to look for he would have seen Frank flinch just a bit, but he learned how to hide his emotions well. Instead he just smirked at him.
"Of course not, but I have my own reasons that are of no concern to you.”
”So it is the money then!”
”No, hell I own three of the whorehouses that you so frequented!”
”What!? You couldn’t possibly?!”
”I’ll bet you that you still have a card in your bill fold. Check out the bottom line.”
Robert pulled out his bill fold and sure enough he had a card for all three places. He guessed he just never cleaned them out when he stopped going. Each card had the names of the girls that he was interested in with hearts and kisses drawn near them. He flipped it back to the front and looked at the address. At the very bottom of the address there it was, in small print. “A Division of Iero Inc.” Robert looked up at Frank and dropped that card. Frank reached down and picked it up. He handed it back to Robert and smiled.
”You see Robert, I have known all about you, even in the times of my absence. It is, after all, my business to know about my interests. That is why I will win this contest. Right now my interest is in Gerard and as You could plainly see, I Know Him Very Well. I know what he likes and what he doesn’t. I know what turns him on and what makes him scream. I have done things to him that you would not even dream of and because of that he keeps coming back and will continue to…and in the end he will choose me.”
Frank finished his drink and left the kitchen. He walked into the Library where Gerard was painting. Gerard looked up at him and smiled. He walked over to the table where the bowl of strawberries sat. He popped one in his mouth and chewed it slowly. He looked at Gerard and snapped his fingers. Gerard hit the floor on his knees immediately. He walked over to him with another strawberry. He held it to Gerard’s mouth, but Gerard did not open. When Frank nodded at him Gerard carefully parted his lips and Frank pushed the strawberry in. Gerard bit it in half and the juice ran partly out of his mouth. He chewed it slowly savoring the taste. Frank pushed the rest of the strawberry in along with his finger. Gerard sucked on his finger slowly along with the strawberry. Frank smiled at him and Gerard expertly used his tongue to clean all the juice off of Frank’s finger. Frank pulled his finger out and ran it across Gerard’s lips.
”Good Girl.”
He then left the Library and headed to his room quite satisfied with the day so far.
***Gerard***
It was strange seeing Frank and Robert together having a drink. They looked like old friends reminiscing about life and lost loves. He had to laugh that they were drinking Gerard’s brand of scotch. Robert said he did not really care for it, but I guess when you need a drink you need a drink.
Gerard was finishing up his latest painting of the garden, not surprisingly the wild flower patch, when Frank walked in. He looked at Gerard and smiled. Gerard smiled back and continued his brush strokes. He loved the colors of purples, pinks, yellows, and greens that dotted the canvas in various shades. He saw that Frank was going over to the bowl of strawberries that Gerard was eating earlier. He grabbed one and started eating it. Gerard tried to concentrate on the painting, but with Frank in the room and him painting where they had just been, it was nearly impossible. All the memories came flooding back from the afternoon. Gerard felt a blush creep up his neck. His hand started to shake a little and he backed away from the painting. At that moment Frank snapped his fingers and Gerard knew what to do. Instantly he was on his knees. He loved the power that Frank had over him. No words were needed. He walked over to him with a strawberry in his hand. Frank fed him the strawberry along with his fingers, which made the fruit taste better. When Frank left the room, Gerard stayed on his knees a little longer. He was smiling when the door opened again and Robert walked in.
”Did you have a nice conversation with Frank?”
Robert was looking at Gerard with a strange gaze. Gerard looked around to see if there was anything funny about him. Then he realized he was on the floor for no reason Robert could see. He quickly got up and started painting again. Robert walked up to him and looked at the painting.
”I saw you.”
Gerard froze.
”I saw you and Frank in the garden.”
Gerard could not turn around. Robert had seen them. Seen Gerard. Tied up and being controlled. He could not think of what to say.
”Robert I…”
”How could you cheat on me like that?”
Suddenly Gerard was angry. No, he was beyond angry, he was enraged. He turned swiftly to Robert and shoved the color filled palate into his chest.
”What the fuck Gerard!?”
The colors of the wild flowers smeared on Robert’s shirt as the palette slid off of his chest onto the floor.
”You son of a bitch! Cheated?! On you!? Who the hell do you think you are Robert McCracken?! I was not the one with two whores last week! I was not the one that made their fiancé so upset that he ran out into the rain and was repeatedly raped by a servant that YOU hired! How dare you say anything to me other than beg me to forgive you!”
Robert had never seen Gerard this angry before. There was a fire there that ignited with his words into an inferno. Gerard was standing there with his fists clenched screaming at him. For a minute he actually though Gerard was going to hit him! Suddenly Gerard took a deep breath. He looked at Robert and even though he was a little calmer now, he was still seething underneath.
”I will not deny that I was with Frank in the garden with the contract broken, but at least he was trying to help me get over my fear. That beast of a man had me frightened of the place I loved the most on this estate. It may have been unconventional, but he knew what I needed and he made sure I got it. He gave me back my place in the only way he knew how to. He never tried to suffocate me in the bed like you did. He was always just outside the door in case I went wandering in the night. He found me the other day, he always finds me because he is always looking.”
Gerard put the paint brush down and took off his smock. He placed it on the chair and walked to the door. Robert turned to watch him still somewhat in shock. Gerard placed a hand on the door and turned back to Robert.
”Do not bother to come to my room tonight for I will not be there. I will be in Frank’s room of my own choice. When Monday comes, it will be his turn first. I can only hope for yours and the sake of our marriage that you figure yourself out by the time your three days come.”
With that Gerard left the room. He walked past the Study, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. He grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of Frank’s wine from the cupboard. He walked back out and down the Eastern Hall. He stopped in front of Frank’s door, took a deep breath and knocked. Frank opened the door and looked at him with a smirk.
”What’s up Gee?”
”Want some company for the night?”
”That depends, what’s in it for me?”
Gerard handed Frank the bottle and glasses and hit the floor on his knees. He presented himself to Frank and this, he could tell, made Frank happy. Frank stepped out of the way of the door and bade him enter. Gerard crawled in and Frank closed the door behind him.
***Bert***
It took some time after Gerard left for Robert to process what he said. Once the shock wore off the fire that consumed Gerard moved over to him. He lunged for the table and knocked everything off of it. The paint glass and tubes crashing to the floor. He smashed Gerard’s easel and threw the painting into the fire. He made a mental note to pull up the entire wild flower garden and to burn the tree that held his and Frank’s fort. He started throwing books off of the wall with the frenzy of a mad man. He got to a particular part of the shelf and instead of the book coming off it clicked back and stayed. Behind him he heard a panel slide open. He turned and saw that one of the bookcases was false. Even in his rage he was intrigued. He went to the bookcase and saw a small hidden room. He walked in and saw a dusty desk with an old quill and ink pot. A book was lying on top of it. Robert picked it up and blew the dust off of it. After coughing a bit he looked at what was revealed. It was his father’s name embossed on the cover. He opened it up and saw it was a journal. He looked at the dates and flipped through them. He scanned a few of them when a word jumped out at him, contest. He started to read the entry.
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: A little history, a little his story, and Gerard is ignited.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, therefore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note:So this is the third part to the super long chapter that I was gonna write. I am kind of glad I broke it up now. Mostly filler, sorry you guys need a cool down from the last one anyway. ^0^
Background is important to me as your guys have figured out. This one and the next one will have back ground. Also warning that the next one may be short becasue it is the fourth part of the chapter. Maybe I will add to it, we'll see.
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
The Antici......pation
An Unsure Ally
Taste The Soup
A Frank Remembrance
A Hard Surprise
It's Supper Time
I Know a Thing About Contrition"
Red Sky In Morning
Play Time
No Other Words
A Day of Rest
Back To Normal?
Smoke and a Conversation
I Saw Red
And Really Bad Eggs
Tell Me What You Want
Normal is a Setting on a Hair Dryer
Flame of Desire
A Drink For The...
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Setting Up A PlayDate
Not What You Expected Huh?
Revenge
Family Can Be The Healing Kind
Where The Wild Things Are
***Frank***
Frank put his shirt back on and smirked at Gerard. He looked so good right now that Frank just wanted to drag him to his bedroom and chain him up so he could use him again later too. However this could not happen yet with the contract suspended. He walked away before he did anything else stupid. As he was walking to the kitchen door he saw something move in the bushes. He caught a glimpse of Bert fumbling with something, but was too focused on Gerard to notice Frank. Frank wondered how long he was there and why he didn’t say anything. Didn’t matter though, just another piece of information to collect for the thought bank. Frank continued on his way. He entered the kitchen and saw it was empty, perfect. He went over to the spirit closet and took out the scotch that Gerard drank. He filled two tumblers with ice and poured the scotch over top. The aromatics of the liquor wafted up as he swirled a glass. He lifted it to his lips and savored the taste. The memory of drinking with Gerard came flooding back too. He had to remember what this brand was for future consumption.
Frank made sure that his back was to the door when Robert walked in. He schooled his face very carefully as he turned around and nodded to him. Robert nodded back and quickly made his way to the door. Frank took another sip and then dropped the bomb.
”So Bert did you enjoy the show? Learn anything new?”
Frank watched as Robert spun around with a look of shock on his face. He saw that he wasn’t trying to deny it either. He walked back over to Frank and stood there. Frank pushed the other glass over to Robert and he took it with shaking hands. He downed it in one shot and Frank smiled. He poured another drink for Robert and stirred his around. Robert just stared at his glass.
”Do you remember when we use to play in the garden as kids?”
Robert looked up at Frank.
”Yeah, our treehouse was in the tree in the wild flowers. It came down years ago in a storm. I think part of it is still in the shed, I couldn’t part with it.”
”You had a good imagination.”
”Nah Frank, yours was better. We fought pirates and jungle monsters.”
”And we use to swing on ropes from the branches and scare mom.”
Both men laughed at this quietly. After taking another sip, Robert looked at Frank.
”You know I asked a thousand times I think why you had to leave. One day I asked so much that my father cracked me in the face and said if I ever mentioned your name again that I would regret it. I never did, to him, but mom talked about you all the time. I asked her once why you didn’t have a mom.
Frank looked up at Robert at this point.
”So what did she say?”
”She said you did and that she loved you very much, but that she could not be with you for certain reasons. She would start crying then so I stopped asking.”
Both men took another sip, Frank ended up finishing his and poured another glass.
”Things could have been different you know.”
”They still can you know.”
”NO, it’s too late now. This has to be this way, it is the way it has always been.”
”How do you know this?”
”I just do.”
Another wave of silence carried until the kitchen door opened and Gerard walked in with his paint smock on. He smiled at both men and moved to the icebox. He pulled out a few strawberries and placed them in a bowl. He grabbed a small towel and left the room.
”So how much did you see Robert?”
”Enough Frank. Enough to know that Gerard was cheating on me.”
”Oh for fuck sake, get off your moral high horse! I believe it was your cheating situation that caused this whole mess for Gerard in the first place!”
”Yes, but I was not in control of those two!”
”Really Robert? Really? Did you say no or even try to?”
Robert looked down at the table and Frank smirked.
”I thought not.”
Robert pushed his drink away and put his head down on the counter.
”Nothing like that has happened to me in a while. Before I met Gerard both men and women use to throw themselves at me. I played with most of them, but Gerard was different, he changed me. I wanted to stop fooling around and settle down after him. After only a few dates I threw my little black book away. That was it for me.”
Frank was looking at Robert now. He knew that Gerard had the ability to change people. He proved that with Matt and Mike, but to hear he affected Robert this much, Gerard was powerful indeed. Frank was suddenly grateful that Gerard was so submissive in nature. If he was a dominate type, he may even give Frank a run for his money. Frank saw that Robert had more to say so he bade him to continue
”I use to hit the whorehouses at least three times a week when I was single. I knew names, places, shit I had my own stool at the bar. I just didn’t care who I slept with.”
”Gerard really impacted you that much?”
”Yeah he did and that is why I am fighting you so hard for him. I wish you would just back down and give up, hell I’ll split the family money with you, just leave me Gerard.”
”I’m afraid I cannot do that Robert.”
”What!? Why!? I mean he’s just an object to be won by you isn’t he? I mean you have known him for what two weeks, you can’t possibly…..”
If Robert knew what to look for he would have seen Frank flinch just a bit, but he learned how to hide his emotions well. Instead he just smirked at him.
"Of course not, but I have my own reasons that are of no concern to you.”
”So it is the money then!”
”No, hell I own three of the whorehouses that you so frequented!”
”What!? You couldn’t possibly?!”
”I’ll bet you that you still have a card in your bill fold. Check out the bottom line.”
Robert pulled out his bill fold and sure enough he had a card for all three places. He guessed he just never cleaned them out when he stopped going. Each card had the names of the girls that he was interested in with hearts and kisses drawn near them. He flipped it back to the front and looked at the address. At the very bottom of the address there it was, in small print. “A Division of Iero Inc.” Robert looked up at Frank and dropped that card. Frank reached down and picked it up. He handed it back to Robert and smiled.
”You see Robert, I have known all about you, even in the times of my absence. It is, after all, my business to know about my interests. That is why I will win this contest. Right now my interest is in Gerard and as You could plainly see, I Know Him Very Well. I know what he likes and what he doesn’t. I know what turns him on and what makes him scream. I have done things to him that you would not even dream of and because of that he keeps coming back and will continue to…and in the end he will choose me.”
Frank finished his drink and left the kitchen. He walked into the Library where Gerard was painting. Gerard looked up at him and smiled. He walked over to the table where the bowl of strawberries sat. He popped one in his mouth and chewed it slowly. He looked at Gerard and snapped his fingers. Gerard hit the floor on his knees immediately. He walked over to him with another strawberry. He held it to Gerard’s mouth, but Gerard did not open. When Frank nodded at him Gerard carefully parted his lips and Frank pushed the strawberry in. Gerard bit it in half and the juice ran partly out of his mouth. He chewed it slowly savoring the taste. Frank pushed the rest of the strawberry in along with his finger. Gerard sucked on his finger slowly along with the strawberry. Frank smiled at him and Gerard expertly used his tongue to clean all the juice off of Frank’s finger. Frank pulled his finger out and ran it across Gerard’s lips.
”Good Girl.”
He then left the Library and headed to his room quite satisfied with the day so far.
***Gerard***
It was strange seeing Frank and Robert together having a drink. They looked like old friends reminiscing about life and lost loves. He had to laugh that they were drinking Gerard’s brand of scotch. Robert said he did not really care for it, but I guess when you need a drink you need a drink.
Gerard was finishing up his latest painting of the garden, not surprisingly the wild flower patch, when Frank walked in. He looked at Gerard and smiled. Gerard smiled back and continued his brush strokes. He loved the colors of purples, pinks, yellows, and greens that dotted the canvas in various shades. He saw that Frank was going over to the bowl of strawberries that Gerard was eating earlier. He grabbed one and started eating it. Gerard tried to concentrate on the painting, but with Frank in the room and him painting where they had just been, it was nearly impossible. All the memories came flooding back from the afternoon. Gerard felt a blush creep up his neck. His hand started to shake a little and he backed away from the painting. At that moment Frank snapped his fingers and Gerard knew what to do. Instantly he was on his knees. He loved the power that Frank had over him. No words were needed. He walked over to him with a strawberry in his hand. Frank fed him the strawberry along with his fingers, which made the fruit taste better. When Frank left the room, Gerard stayed on his knees a little longer. He was smiling when the door opened again and Robert walked in.
”Did you have a nice conversation with Frank?”
Robert was looking at Gerard with a strange gaze. Gerard looked around to see if there was anything funny about him. Then he realized he was on the floor for no reason Robert could see. He quickly got up and started painting again. Robert walked up to him and looked at the painting.
”I saw you.”
Gerard froze.
”I saw you and Frank in the garden.”
Gerard could not turn around. Robert had seen them. Seen Gerard. Tied up and being controlled. He could not think of what to say.
”Robert I…”
”How could you cheat on me like that?”
Suddenly Gerard was angry. No, he was beyond angry, he was enraged. He turned swiftly to Robert and shoved the color filled palate into his chest.
”What the fuck Gerard!?”
The colors of the wild flowers smeared on Robert’s shirt as the palette slid off of his chest onto the floor.
”You son of a bitch! Cheated?! On you!? Who the hell do you think you are Robert McCracken?! I was not the one with two whores last week! I was not the one that made their fiancé so upset that he ran out into the rain and was repeatedly raped by a servant that YOU hired! How dare you say anything to me other than beg me to forgive you!”
Robert had never seen Gerard this angry before. There was a fire there that ignited with his words into an inferno. Gerard was standing there with his fists clenched screaming at him. For a minute he actually though Gerard was going to hit him! Suddenly Gerard took a deep breath. He looked at Robert and even though he was a little calmer now, he was still seething underneath.
”I will not deny that I was with Frank in the garden with the contract broken, but at least he was trying to help me get over my fear. That beast of a man had me frightened of the place I loved the most on this estate. It may have been unconventional, but he knew what I needed and he made sure I got it. He gave me back my place in the only way he knew how to. He never tried to suffocate me in the bed like you did. He was always just outside the door in case I went wandering in the night. He found me the other day, he always finds me because he is always looking.”
Gerard put the paint brush down and took off his smock. He placed it on the chair and walked to the door. Robert turned to watch him still somewhat in shock. Gerard placed a hand on the door and turned back to Robert.
”Do not bother to come to my room tonight for I will not be there. I will be in Frank’s room of my own choice. When Monday comes, it will be his turn first. I can only hope for yours and the sake of our marriage that you figure yourself out by the time your three days come.”
With that Gerard left the room. He walked past the Study, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. He grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of Frank’s wine from the cupboard. He walked back out and down the Eastern Hall. He stopped in front of Frank’s door, took a deep breath and knocked. Frank opened the door and looked at him with a smirk.
”What’s up Gee?”
”Want some company for the night?”
”That depends, what’s in it for me?”
Gerard handed Frank the bottle and glasses and hit the floor on his knees. He presented himself to Frank and this, he could tell, made Frank happy. Frank stepped out of the way of the door and bade him enter. Gerard crawled in and Frank closed the door behind him.
***Bert***
It took some time after Gerard left for Robert to process what he said. Once the shock wore off the fire that consumed Gerard moved over to him. He lunged for the table and knocked everything off of it. The paint glass and tubes crashing to the floor. He smashed Gerard’s easel and threw the painting into the fire. He made a mental note to pull up the entire wild flower garden and to burn the tree that held his and Frank’s fort. He started throwing books off of the wall with the frenzy of a mad man. He got to a particular part of the shelf and instead of the book coming off it clicked back and stayed. Behind him he heard a panel slide open. He turned and saw that one of the bookcases was false. Even in his rage he was intrigued. He went to the bookcase and saw a small hidden room. He walked in and saw a dusty desk with an old quill and ink pot. A book was lying on top of it. Robert picked it up and blew the dust off of it. After coughing a bit he looked at what was revealed. It was his father’s name embossed on the cover. He opened it up and saw it was a journal. He looked at the dates and flipped through them. He scanned a few of them when a word jumped out at him, contest. He started to read the entry.