The diary of Francis entry #3

[Francis]

I had the most vivid dream last night of father holding me down, clenched between his strong thighs and rubbing his mustache all over my boyish body. I woke to realize I had ruined another perfectly good pair of pink bottoms. I went downstairs then to eat breakfast and saw Ferdinan sitting in MY seat with MY father. I stuck my ruby red bottom lip out, pouting seductively while I slinked over to father and draped my arms around him...But he was still upset with me about making Ferdinan cry so he pushed me away...I ran down the hall crying until I fell down and curled up into a ball whimpering.

Later that evening I decided it was time to get rid of the unwelcomed house guest...I lured Ferdinan into fathers study with the promise of candy. I sat there on the couch clutching my stuffed teddy bear to my breast and petting it...Little did ferdinan know I had hidden a small iron ball inside Mr. Teddy. Ferdinan sauntered in with a smug smile on his pouty come hither lips. He then placed his hands on those rounded hips of his and said "Your father likes me better then you, and it's because I'm absolutely fabulous in bed"

Crack!

Ferdinan let out a high pitched scream as Mr. Teddy did his job, hitting ferdy in the temple. He crumbled to the ground and in ran father looking stunned.

Father: What have you done Francis?!
Francis: I did it for you father. For us...
Father: I..I have to call the police. I think he's dead.
Francis: The police?! No father, no! You cant turn in your own son!
Father: I have to son...You're sick. We need to get you help...

I know father didn't really mean it. He was just confused. But I had to stop him, I couldn't let the naughty police men take me away..

What I did next was...


[ April 01, 2005, 04:51 PM: Message edited by: Francis ]