You slowly crawled to your bed, pulling yourself onto the mattress. You pulled the covers over your shaking form as tears rolled down your face.
Vincent punched the wall beside him in rage. He let out yet another shaky breath before pulling his phone out of his pocket, gripping it tightly.
He quickly dialed a number, waiting impatiently as the phone rang. "Hello?" "You have a kid right?" He asked.
"W-why? What do you want with her?" The person on the other phone asked franticly. "Oh a girl, even better. Jeremy, I need you to come here." Vincent said.
It sounded like the other phone was dropped before being picked up again. "V-Vincent?" Jeremy stuttered. "Wh-why do you want me?" He asked nervously.
"Just get over here before someone ends up fucking dead!" Vincent hissed angrily. "I-I-I'm sorry! I'll be, uh, r-right over! Just don't do anything-" Jeremy was cut off by Vincent hanging up.
Vincent left the hallway, going into the kitchen and pulling out a beer from the fridge. He waited impatiently.
A few minutes later a very frantic looking Jeremy burst through the front door. "I-I'm here!" He yelled. "You didn't, uhh-that, right?"
Vincent stood, walking over to the smaller man he grabbed his arm roughly and pulled him to the couch. "Sit." He ordered. Jeremy complied.
"Uhmm, W-why am I here again?" Jeremy asked nervously. "I need your help punishing a kid." Vincent said. Jeremy's face paled as he stared at Vincent in shock.
Jeremy shot up, backing away from the still sitting Vincent. "I- I don't- I would never!" He stuttered. Vincent sighed in irritation. "I need your help punishing my kid." He said.
Jeremy froze. "You have a kid?" He asked. "Yea." Vincent said. "She needs to be punished but…" He trailed off.
A small smile crossed Jeremy's face. He sat down, this time closer to Vincent. "You don't want to hurt her?" He asked. Vincent nodded.
Jeremy put a comforting hand on Vincent's shoulder. "You should have just said so, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Jeremy said. "So what was it that she did?"
"The little son of a bitch hit me." Vincent growled angrily. Jeremy blinked in surprise. "I see." He said. "I'm going to take care of this and you're going to watch okay?"
Vincent nodded in response. "Good. Now where is she anyway?" Jeremy asked. Vincent led him to your room, unlocking the door so that they could enter.
You tensed under the covers, believing that no matter what was going to happen you were thoroughly screwed.
You felt a hand on your shoulder. "IDIDN'TMEANITISWEAR!" You yelled in fear.
"It's just that I was really mad because now mommy's never going to come back because she doesn't love me anymore even though I loved her a lot and-and, I DON'T WANNA DIE!" You cried in fear.
Jeremy looked back at Vincent who just shrugged. "Shh, it's okay, you're not going to die." You looked up from your pillow, sniffling. "R-really?" You asked.
Jeremy nodded. You relaxed slightly, wiping the tears from your face. "But you did hit your father so you have to be punished." He said firmly.
You looked down shyly "I know." You said sadly. You looked to Vincent. "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to hit you." You said.
"It's good that you apologized but you're still being punished." You nodded sadly. "You're grounded. You can't leave your room without your father's permission for three days."
You looked up at him in shock. "But that's a really long time." You said. "I know it is, but you can't hit your father." Jeremy said firmly.
You glared at Jeremy. "But what am I going to do in here?" You asked angrily. "You're just going to have to figure that out by yourself." Jeremy said.
You stared in shock at your father. "Do I really have to sit here for three days?" You asked incredulously. "Yes you do." Vincent said.
You stared in shock as your father left the room, Jeremy following shortly after. "But what am I supposed to do in here?" You asked quietly to yourself.
Vincent sat on the couch, not paying attention to whatever was playing on the television screen in front of him. He sighed. "I never noticed how boring it is to be alone." He said to himself.
You hadn't come out of your room since Jeremy had left and it was beginning to get to him. He groaned. "That's it." He said, walking swiftly to your door.
Your father pounded roughly on your door. "(Y/N) get out here." He ordered. Seconds later the door was opened. You looked up at him in confusion before stepping out of your room.
"Did I do something wrong?" You asked. "I'm sick of you being in your room." Vincent said firmly. "You've been in there all day."
You rubbed your arm awkwardly. "But you told me I had to stay in my room." You said. "Then I lied." Vincent said.
"But if that's not my punishment what is my punishment?" You asked. Vincent stared at you blankly. "Your punishment is that you have to spend time with your father." He said.
You giggled, attempting to hide the smile that was on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked. "You are." You said. "Spending time with you isn't a bad thing."
Vincent smiled. "Guess that's lucky for you then." He said, ruffling your hair lovingly. Your face lit up in joy.
You closed the door to your room behind before bouncing happily after your father. "How about we play a game?" Vincent asked.
"What kind of game?" You asked. Vincent put his thumb and finger to his chin in mock thought. "Hmm, I just can't seem to think of anything. I guess you'll just have to choose for me." He lied.
Without a moment's hesitation you yelled the first game that came to mind. "Let's play hide and seek!" I'll hide and you count!"
Vincent chuckled. "That sounds fun. But I must warn you, I'm a master at this game." He said. "Well you've never played against me." You said proudly. "Now start counting!" His smile widened as he began.
You sped off, looking for a good place to hide. You ran in and out of many different rooms, none of them quite meeting your standards for hiding.
You entered your father's room. "This one's perfect!" You said quietly. You dove into a large pile of miscellaneous junk, burying yourself completely.
"Ready or not, here I come~" You heard your father call from the living room. You sat still as you heard your father looking on for you.
You chuckled quietly after a minute of waiting. "Who's the master of hide and seek now?" You asked happily to yourself.
"Why I am of course~" Vincent said from behind you. Before you could jump away his arms wrapped around your middle section and pulled you out of the pile.
You gasped in astonishment. "How did you get in?" You asked. "You didn't even open the door!" Vincent only chuckled. "I have my ways." He said.
"It's my turn to count now!" You exclaimed. You jumped up but your father pulled you back down. "You seem to have forgotten about the penalty." He said.
"What penalty?" You asked. As far as you knew there wasn't a penalty. "This penalty~" He said. "What are you-" You burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter as he began to tickle your sides.
"So you're ticklish, huh?" He asked teasingly. You squirmed franticly but couldn't escape his grasp. "S-stop! I gi-I give up!" You said through your laughter.
He slowly decreased his speed, leaving you breathless as he stopped. He leaned down and pecked your forehead affectionately.
"I love you baby." He said. There was a moment of nothing but heavy breathing as you caught your breath. "I love you too daddy." You said happily.
A/N: Aww, hide and go seek~ well that was cute, wouldn't you agree? You managed to only be grounded for, what, six hours? Light punishment considering that you father is a notorious child murderer wouldn't you say?
