A/N: This fanfiction contains, cursing, violence (in dreams), disciplinary spanking, and an oc (own character). If you don't like any of the above warnings, please don't read this fanfiction. But if you do, please enjoy!
Kaitlyn ran from an invisible monster, her legs taking her as fast as she could manage. Her breathing came hard as her lungs felt they might burst, though she never stopped. She never looked back, in fear of being caught by the killer that chased her. Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath her and she fell through endless blackness, screaming and spinning as she did so. She landed on the ground, unharmed but unable to move. The monster looked down at her, his eyes red and bleeding, peering deep into her soul. A smile crept across his lips and he plunged a fist into her stomach.
Kaitlyn awoke from her nightmare shaking, mouth wide open, sweat clinging to her pajamas, and a horrific pain shooting through her lower abdomen. Throwing her blankets off, she found blood stains on the sheets and her pajama shorts. Frantically getting out of bed, she glanced at the clock and her face went white. "FUCK!" she yelled by accident. She was two and a half hours late for the day and her dad would definitely be unhappy about her lack of responsibility.
Downstairs, Hannibal sat at the piano, playing a beautiful melody when he heard a startling curse from the floor above. Looking at the clock he "tsk"ed at seeing how late his daughter was. Not only had she missed breakfast, but she was also very late for her piano lesson. Looking up at the ceiling as if he could actually see Kaitlyn, he raised an eyebrow at the sounds coming from her room.
Kaitlyn scrambled across her room, back and forth, trying frantically to get ready for the day as fast as she could. She washed her face while pulling on her clothes, and tied her hair back while sneakily eating a doughnut she had bought the day before. She kept them hidden in her room because her father was always offended whenever she ate food he didn't cook. Slipping on her shoes and taking a large amount of pain killer for her terrible cramps, she brushed her teeth and applied a small amount of makeup to hide the bags under her eyes, so as to not worry her father.
Checking the mirror one last time, Kaitlyn approved her appearance and quickly left her room, closing the door behind her and running down the stairs, only to be met with a disapproving glare by her father. "Sorry, I slept in," came her excuse. She bit her lip, hoping that he wouldn't read into it.
"You are late Kaitlyn," was Hannibal's thick European accented reply. "By a staggering amount," he added.
"…..Am I too late for piano lessons?" Hannibal turned back to the piano and began playing again, his fingers light and nimble on the keys.
"You have two hours to make up for, Kaitlyn. Go outside."
Kaitlyn's head dropped and she sighed heavily. She knew exactly what that meant. She slowly made her way outside and grabbed her sweatshirt from the coat hanger by the door. The cold morning air bit at her skin and sent chills up her spine, so she started running laps around the house. Her father liked her to get exercise anyways, but when she was in trouble sometimes he would make her run laps around the house until she made up for the time she had lost. She made it ten laps before she stopped and had to catch her breath, her lungs aching from the cold air. She could hear the piano from inside and started running again, this time forcing herself to make it to fifteen laps before she collapsed onto her knees to catch her breath.
'This is so unfair,' Kaitlyn thought to herself. Looking through the woods surrounding the house, she decided to take a stroll. She started walking at first, but feeling the adrenaline of disobeying her father, she felt free and rebellious and started jogging, far away from the house. She found the road and jogged alongside it, following the course she remembered for the store. It took her twenty minutes but she got there with time to spare. Feeling hungry, Kaitlyn went to sweets aisle and grabbed a handful of candy bars. She searched her clothes for any loose change and found five dollars in her back pocket but it wasn't enough to cover everything she wanted. So, stuffing some of the items in her shirt and shoes, she went up to the register and bought what she could with the five dollars.
When she left, the clerk smiled at her and she smiled back, excitement running through her, proud of herself for outwitting the store. She made her way back home, this time walking, unwrapping candy bars and throwing the wrapper on the ground, then stuffing the treat into her mouth. This was her guilty pleasure, and one that she would never let her father find out about. He hated mass produced foods, and even more than that, he hated candy bars because of how bad they are for the body. He always cared about her like that; it was annoying, of course, but he always cared too much. She did feel a bit guilty about going behind her father's back, but the adrenaline was worth it, especially when she was cranky and just wanted to blow off some steam.
Kaitlyn made it back home with half an hour to spare, so she continued running laps around the house until the two hours were finally up. On any normal day, she would usually help her father cook, or prepare the food for lunch, but today wasn't a normal day. Clutching her stomach, Kaitlyn was reminded of the cramps she got once a month. They hurt like hell, to say the least. Today she just didn't want to take anyone's shit. She was tired, cranky, and hurt, and she felt like an irritated cat that wasn't to be touched for fear of being attacked.
She sat down on the stairs to the front door and put her head in her hands, hoping and praying that she could hold herself together today. She knew her father would notice if she wasn't careful and he wasn't one to take rudeness kindly. So, taking in a deep breath, she stood up and went inside, preparing herself for what might be a terrible, terrible day.