Freddy's Girl Chapter 2
Freddy couldn't believe it. A baby? His? No way, he wouldn't do this. What would he do with a baby anyway? He just wasn't the father type. He was so frustrated and angry. In his outrage, he kicked the carrier over, and it fell upside down. The baby inside cried louder from being thrown around.
Freddy turned around to go back in the house. He would deal with thing 'thing' later. Before he got inside though, something stopped him. He turned around to face the crying baby. Clara. As much as he despised Nancy right now, he loved her for the name choice.
Freddy bent down and looked at the baby again. She looked up at him with blue eyes, just like his. And her face, it was, unfortunately, just like his too. Freddy knew what he had to do. The baby had to go.
He raised his right hand over the baby's small head, ready to kill. Yet Freddy couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. For once in his life, he couldn't seem to hurt the child. She was his after all.
He picked the baby up and cradled her in his arms. He couldn't kill her, but he couldn't keep her either. What did he know of parenting? He tapped his fingers, thinking. An idea popped in his mind- the orphanage. He could drop her off there. No one would know who she was or anything about her horrid past. Maybe, just maybe, she could live a normal life.
That night, Freddy arrived at the place he'd spent many times at, picking out the children he would hunt. This time, he wasn't there for them. He put the baby and the diaper bag on the front steps and pushed the doorbell. Then, he took off.
~~~~~10 Years Later~~~~~
Freddy had forgotten about Clara. He remembered her, but didn't think of her at all. He finally had enough strength to do what he did best, what he loved.
~Clara's POV~
"Clara, come on! You're going to make us late for lunch!"
Clara grabbed her lunch bag and ran down the stairs with her friend. She lived in the Rainy St. Adoption Center and had no remembrance of her past. She didn't know of her mother, Nancy, or her father, Freddy. All the life she knew was the hope of being adopted. Except no one ever chose her, and this was because, of course, of her face.
Clara sat down with her best friend, Liza. Liza didn't care about her face, and had been her friend since they first met. Liza didn't know her parents at all either, so Clara felt like they had a connection. She enjoyed her lunch, and had no clue what would lie ahead in the near future for her.
~Freddy's POV~
Freddy got into bed, exhausted from the busy day he had. Soon he fell asleep, and had a horrible dream.
In his dream, Clara was staring at him, singing his song. She was young, and Freddy saw her horrid face, like his. Enough tongive anyone nightmares.
Freddy woke up panting. Ironic, he taunted people in his nightmares, yet just had a nightmare. Weird. He then knew what he had to do. He had to see her again.
~Clara's POV~
Clara got into bed, and fell fast asleep. She was tired from the fun day she had with Liza on the playground.
Clara was in a strange place. There were pipes everywhere, and it was foggy. She coughed and looked around. Where was she? Clara crept along, and accidentally placed her hand on a pipe.
It burned her skin, and she yelled out in pain. Cradling her hurt hand, Clara kept walking.
~Freddy's POV ~
Freddy looked around for her. She was here, just where? Then he heard a girl scream, and smiled. There she was.
~Clara's POV~
Clara kept walking along, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the shadow of a man. She backed up a foot, but stopped again when he spoke to her.
"Hello, Clara."
She gasped, terrified. "Who- who are you? What do you want?"
He smiled at her. "Do you know who I am?"
Clara shook her head. What was this?
The man's chilling voice spoke to her again. "I am your father, Clara. Don't you want to see me?" He laughed, it was fun scaring her.
"No, no! Stop it! Get away from me!" She curled up on the cement floor and tried to calm herself down. 'It's just a dream Clara. You will wake up, wake up Clara.'
~Freddy's POV~
He knew he should stop scaring her. She was his daughter of course, and he needed to get her to like him. He spoke back at her once again. "Yes, it is just a dream." She was right, this was just a dream, so he needed to approach her a different way. In real life.
~Clara's POV~
Clara woke up in her bed, and looked around. She knew it was just a dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare. Then she looked at her hand. It was stinging, and the burn mark was there.
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