Doctors daughter chapter 3: Lying

I awoke chained to a different bed in a different room. The walls had been painted white in the last week and I could still smell the paint. All the paintings had been removed and the bed was from a hospital.

Smart move old man at least I know what house I'm in.

I had been dressed in old pajamas they were my mother's before he left. She had hidden them in the attic to save herself from his memory. "Going through our possessions I see," I snarled. I pulled hard on the chains and tried with all my might but there was no way out. When I moved there was an awful tearing sensation in my side. I stopped and looked up at him expecting an answer but there was none. I watched as he gracefully turned and left the room.

If I had his grace I would be in beauty pageants but I have the grace of an elephant.

I looked down and there was blood on my side. I gasped and then started yelling I could hear him playing the piano and as soon as he heard me scream for his help he stopped. He didn't get up that was for sure he just stopped to listen. I was probably going to bleed to death so I gave him what he was waiting for.

"Dad help me! Im bleeding, I need help," I screamed at the top of my lungs. He didn't move an inch but I did hear a sharp inhale then nothing. "Dad please I need your help," I let my voice catch so it would sound more urgent. Who was I kidding, it was urgent my head was starting to spin and I felt so nauseous. I was so scared but I heard him get up and run to a room close by I heard the jangling of his doctors bag and his footsteps in the hall. Next thing he was at my side with a needle in hand preparing to save his only daughter from bleeding out. For once he didn't look like a predator or like a man on the run, he looked like my dad like he had a year before he left when he was cleaning my cuts the first time I fell off my bike. For I moment I felt a twinge of guilt about what I was putting him through then I remembered that I was chained to a bed.

"Don't worry little starling, youll be patched up and no time then you can get back on your bike." He remembered it to.

"But daddy what if I fall again," was my five year old reply. "Dad why am I here? whats so dangerous that you had to tie me to a bed? why am I bleeding?"

" You passed out you started screaming can you let me finish my beer before you knock me out then you passed out with a letter opener in your hand not the best idea was it?" HE said as if I had asked the weather.