It used to be good. Mommy and Daddy and I went out for ice cream, played in the park, and laughed. We camped out in the forest and snuggled in a sleeping bag together. We swam in the big, blue sea and built sand castles. We watched the sun set and rise while I sat on Daddy's shoulders and Mommy held both of us in her arms. We used to have fun together. Back then, Mommy and Daddy hugged and kissed. Now, every time they saw each other, they fought and screamed. They didn't smile at each other anymore. After Mommy ran out of the room, Daddy would drink something in a can that made him mean. Daddy wasn't Daddy anymore when he drank that. He would never, ever hit me if he was Daddy.
One day, I was sitting in my room with the door closed, listening to Mommy and Daddy yell at each other. They thought I wouldn't hear if the door was closed. Teddy was crying. He didn't like Mommy and Daddy fighting. I hugged Teddy and stroked his furry head.
"There, there, Teddy. It's okay." I put Teddy down in a blue chair. "I know what would cheer you up. A tea party!" I start setting up the cups and tea. "Here you go, Teddy. A fresh cup of tea just for you!" I smiled.
Teddy wouldn't drink the tea. He didn't feel up to have a tea party with me.
I patted his head and straightened his little hat. "Come on, Teddy. You're a brave teddy bear! We'll have some tea and it'll be over soon."
Teddy finally smiled and drank all of his tea, every last drop! We had fun, really we did! We didn't hear the shouting anymore. We were lost having fun in our tea party. We didn't hear Daddy calling Mommy a "lying whore." We didn't hear Mommy call Daddy a "good-for-nothing, lazy scumbag." Nope, we didn't hear anything! Nothing at all...
One day, Daddy held me in his lap and said he was sorry for hitting me. He said he didn't mean to. Silly Daddy. I already knew that it was that drink that made him hit me. Before he drank it, he never hurt me. It was all that drink's fault! Daddy said he was sorry again and asked me if I'd stay with him forever. I told him of course. He smiled and patted my head just like I do to Teddy. Everything was going to be okay again.
A few months later, Mommy took me away now. She told me that Mommy and Daddy had something called a "divorce." She said that she put a "restraining order" on him and that I'll never have to see him again. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted Mommy and Daddy to hug and kiss. I wanted them to make up. I wanted us to be together, a big happy family. I started to cry.
"Daddy... Daddy... I want Daddy!"
Mommy got mad. "How can you still love him after he beat you?"
"Daddy's a good person."
"You always were Daddy's little girl." Mommy sounded angry and sad and tired at the same time. And something else too. I just didn't know what.
I started crying harder. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry I made you mad. I'm sorry." I'd never do that again. I didn't like Mommy looking like that. I'll do my best to be a good girl, so please be together with Daddy again.
It's been a month and I haven't seen Daddy for a long time. Teddy missed him. Teddy was whining again about how much he wanted to see Daddy. I pulled the blanket over us and hugged him tighter.
"Shhh, Teddy. You'll wake up Mommy if you don't stop," I whispered.
Teddy wouldn't listen and kept crying.
"Please, Teddy, go to sleep. Good boys don't cry."
Teddy immediately quieted down, but he didn't go to sleep. So I told him all kinds of fairy tales that Daddy and Mommy used to tell me to help me sleep. I told him about sleeping princesses, talking frogs, man-eating whales, poisoned apples, and more. Suddenly, we heard crashes and Mommy screaming. It went on for a while. Then nothing. Just silence. Teddy was scared. He never heard Mommy scream like that.
"Let's go see if Mommy's okay."
Teddy didn't to go down. He was still scared.
"Come on, you scaredy bear. I'll protect you," I said as I got up from bed with Teddy in my arms.
Teddy reminded me that Mommy said that when something bad happened, I should call 911. He said I should do that. Mommy never screamed like that before. Teddy had a bad feeling about this. I picked up the phone and pushed the right buttons. The phone made sounds and then a voice came out of it.
"911, what's your emergency?" a lady asked.
Teddy told me that an emergency was when something bad happened. Teddy was smart. He knew everything.
"Mommy was screaming."
The lady asked, suddenly sounding more awake. "Why was she screaming?"
"I don't know. Mommy was downstairs, yelling, 'No, no, don't kill me, Mike!' Now, I don't hear anything."
"Sweetie, listen carefully. If it's what I think it is, you might be in danger. I want you to get out of the house right now. Run to a neighbor's—"
The bedroom door slammed open. Daddy stood in the doorway, looking very, very angry. He wasn't Daddy right now. He smelled like that drink.
"You lied to me. You said you'd always be with me. You're liars, every single one of you women are liars," he growled, coming closer. Teddy was very scared. "You're going to grow up to be a lying whore just like your mother!" He pointed a knife at Teddy and me. "I'll make sure that never happens."
Teddy was completely terrified.
I couldn't move. It hurt. It hurt so much. I couldn't stop crying. I also heard Teddy crying for me. He was scared. There was so much red stuff on me. I felt arms pick me up and I started kicking and clawing. I didn't want anyone close to me. I didn't like it. It made me scared again. I didn't like it.
I heard that lady's voice from the phone. "Shhh, shhh. It's okay, sweetie. You're safe now."
That was when I blacked out.
I was lying in a white bed in a white room. I was hooked up to a big beeping thing and lots of other stuff. Teddy was gripped tightly in my arms, awake so he can watch over me. There were voices out the door.
"That poor little girl."
"Yeah, she has one messed up life. She lost her mother and her tongue. Her father's in prison for getting rid of both of them."
"I wouldn't want to be in her shoes."
"You got that right."
A third voice. "Be quiet! She might hear you."
"Don't get your panties in a twist. She's asleep."
Adults always thought we didn't hear, don't they, Teddy?
The protagonist is supposed to be around six or seven. Her unconditional love for her father is for the man he used to be. This story is supposed to be horror, although I don't think it's scary. Maybe it's because I wrote it...