This is sometching that I do believe that Eddie's deserves, but at the same time, not many of us would stop and think of all the psychological torment a child would go through, with Eddie's manipulation and wolfish needs. It's not that he would harm a child physically, but perhaps mentally.

FYI, this is also another song-fic chapter, with the song "Walking On Air," by Kerli - one that I thought would describe a Gluskin Daughter.

There's a little creepy house,
In a little creepy place.
Little creepy town,
In a little creepy world.

(Five years later...)

"Darling," Eddie shook the little girl awake. "Darling, it's time to wake up. It's nearly nine o' clock!"

She stirred awake, heavy eye-lids lifting with all their might. She immediately pulled herself up by her arms, looking over her shoulder fast, with a mess of black bangs covering her eyes, as she said to Eddie with a gruff, "... Not now." She squeaked tiredly, sounding nearly annoyed.

But Eddie chuckled to her reaction, pulling the girl out of bed to kiss her hard on the brow. It made her laugh, too, even more when she felt Eddie's fingers comb back her black locks to see her face clearly. Her icy blue eyes met with his, large orbs saying hello back to Daddy. Eddie chuckled when she made a wide grin, the gap between her two front-teeth exposed.

"Go get to the bathroom and wash up. We've work to do." Eddie said, before ruffling her mess of hair. She just made another bubbly giggle, before jumping out of bed, and walking off to her connected bathroom.

Who was this little girl? Oh, it was Eddie's new Daughter.

But don't be fooled. This little girl is hardly his own flesh and blood. She had been given to him.

About five years ago, back in Leadville, Colorado, while Eddie spent time by himself playing basketball in the isolated courtyard, he was suddenly disturbed by the sound of a baby's whine. He stopped dribbling the basketball to looked behind him. When he did, he caught the glimpse of a young girl running away fast, through the bodies of trees. Upon the court, Eddie spotted a lone stroller, covered by a pink baby's blanket to prevent sunlight. But behind the blanket, Eddie could see movement. Kicking, and then, whining of a baby.

He didn't hesitate to discover what was underneath, so he got closer and reached a hand out for the blanket. When he unsheathe the blanket, he discovered that it was indeed a newborn infant. A baby girl, to be precise.

Little creepy girl,
With her little creepy face,
Saying funny things, that you have never heard.

When he saw her, his heart nearly dropped, his stomach churned. This baby was in poor condition, dirty and sick. She looked drained of life, unable to make a proper whine, due to her small throat being dry. Her patches of hair were missing, and it looked due to pulling. There some fingerprint bruises upon her cheeks and neck, being handled improperly by the parent. A notebook page was pinned onto the baby's blanket underneath, seeming to be scribbled down in a hurry. Eddie detached the letter and read it.

'I'm young and sixteen. I don't want this responsibility now, because I have a life I need to pursue. You can keep my baby, because I've heard you are great with kids. If you can't keep her, send her to the police station, but I can't keep her. I can't provide for her. She needs a better life than the one I've been giving her. Please, give her the best.

Thank you. Her name is Katie, by the way.'

Eddie gladly took the little girl in, overwhelmed by the fact that he was given a baby. It almost felt unreal, handling the baby in his hands as it began to coo and whine some more, but not out of irritation. She just wanted to know where Mommy was. Eddie cradled the baby in his arms and shushed it, having to clean its face from debris and food marks with his sleeve. He immediately took the little girl back home, dragging the stroller behind him.

And of course, Eddie didn't want to stick with the name of Katie. Right away, he changed it.

Now, she was known as Antoinette Maryanne Gluskin. She had been under Eddie's wing for five years, now reaching the precious age of 5, and was being raised by a secret lunatic. But, Eddie had always swore that he wouldn't let anything happen to his children. If he was willing to put himself as a dangerous individual, among the unknown, then he was ready to do so. In order to keep Antoinette. More dangerously enough, he didn't tell anyone else about raising Antoinette... except the Park Family.

By the time the family moved out of Colorado to Washington, Eddie was reaching the age of 51. He was still as active and fit like he were five years ago, but now a few strands of grey were beginning to show. They mostly appeared at his bangs, not slicking back as it normally did when he tamed his short mohawk with gel. The strands began to stick out often on their own, and Eddie had to start pulling them out. Antoinette once pulled out six strands all at once, ripping them out like garden weeds. Of course, it hurt like mad, but Eddie didn't get mad at her, even though his temple was bleeding lightly.

"Daddy," Antoinette hurried to her Father, fully dressed, and hands fumbling with her untied ascot. "Daddy! I forgot how to make a knot."

"You doe-doe," Eddie chuckled, fixing his own tie, before kneeling down to one bent knee and helped fix her scarf. He created the ascot knot quickly, fingers fluid and skillful. After he fixed her scarf up, he stood back up to open the front door. "Come along now."

Sometimes, a handful of people would like to confuse Antoinette for being the biological Daughter to Eddie. Their features spoke of reasons: Antoinette had long, jet-black hair that touched down to her middle-back, follow by having blunt bangs; and she had large, round, brilliant blue eyes; and her skin was as white and pale as Eddie's. Her jaw didn't look as strong as his, honing the classic heart-shape face instead. She definitely wasn't born with his muscular build - instead, she was a healthy, thin girl.

"Daddy, does Waylon like bugs?" Antoinette asked, as she buckled herself into the backseat of their car, parked outside their townhouse. "I found a big spider yesterday in the kitchen." She kicked her feet delightedly, thinking back to her discovery found in their house. "I think it was a hobo-spider. Did you know there's a billion of hobo-spiders in Washington? And they're poisonous!"

Eddie made a small scoff, smirking. "Are you a spider-girl, Tony?" He asked, through her nickname, as he sat in his driver's seat to fished out the car keys from his pants' pocket. "Or, are you not afraid of them?"

"I'm not scared of bugs!" She declared firmly. "I think you're a spider, Daddy."

Eddie rose an eyebrow of interest to that. "Why am I a spider?" He laughed, starting up the car with a turn of the keys in the ignition. The car started smoothly, with the engine roaring out once, before toning its power down to softer purrs.

"Because, uh... Did you know tarantulas make silk out of their webs, to capture food? You make silk at home, and then make clothes out of silk all the time! And then, people wear them!" She kicked both her feet up giddily, giggling happily. "Daddy's a spider!"

And to that, Eddie couldn't help but smile wickedly to himself. Oh, if the little tyke only knew...

Do you know what it's all about?
Are you brave enough to figure out?
Know that you could set your world on fire,
If you are strong enough to leave your doubts!

Since the exposure of Murkoff's corruption and abuse within Mount Massive Asylum was presented by filmed documentary by Waylon Park, there had been a massive investigation on the isolated place. Murkoff's most important leaders, minus Blaire out of the equation, had been scattered and running for the hills, evading the police's tactics in being captured. Not only that, but the same leaders had put the Park Family on thin ice, hounding them with the same militia that would come and eliminate them, and destroy other evidence on their corporation.

Since this was discovered, though, the Park Family was put on Witness Protection, now having to make dramatic changes in their lives. They changed their last name, from "Park" to Pennington. They moved out of Colorado into Washington state, starting anew with their lives. The family moved out into the rural part of Olympia, Washington, away from the active cities. Lisa decided to renew her business under the new ally, still working in her career. The boys had begun private high school, and Waylon decided to work from home, via computer.

As for Eddie, it was an entirely different dilemma. Since the discovery of the dead variants and doctors mounting in the abandoned Asylum, the investigation pronounced Eddie Gluskin dead. They only did this because they honestly couldn't tell who was who. This gave Eddie all the chances of starting a new life, once they burnt up his previous file. He could be anyone he liked, and lived among society. But, he decided to keep his original name, and continue life as a Father. He did decide to live in Upper Olympia, nearing the urban and rural civilizations equally, also beginning work in the fabric industry, alongside with Lisa.

Of course, Waylon and Lisa both worried about Antoinette's safety. They both knew the extent of Eddie's bipolar depression, and his hostile mood-swings, and worried whether this was even safe for a child to live under the same roof as him. But, Eddie swore up-and-down that he'd never hurt her, reminding Waylon of how many times he's promised that "he'll never let anything happen to their children," as he said back in the Asylum.

As much as Waylon knew Eddie's danger levels, deep down, he found the promise real.

And Eddie kept to his word. He never harmed that little girl. His anger issues began to surface, over the years of working and Fathering, but he never gave his Daughter any look or word to hurt her. Instead, he would excuse himself into another room, and continue punching in cracks and holes into the walls whenever he needed to release the fury. And, as Waylon could remember, Eddie punched hard enough to plow his fist through one wall to the next. He would scream at himself, and then continue kicking in the door until the wood crackled and dent.

But when he wasn't violent, Eddie doted and cherished his precious Daughter. Yes, he would admit, he spoils her rotten as much as possible. He creates her the most beautiful dresses, buys her anything a little girl's heart desires, takes her wherever and whenever, and carries her too much. Carrying and rocking a child too much is just a major ingredient of spoiling.

She has a little creepy cat,
And a little creepy bat.
Little rocking chair,
And an old blue hat.

But, amazingly enough, Antoinette didn't want so much of the doting.

Yes, she loved her Father to death, but, she didn't want all of the attention focused on her. In her preschool she attends, her Teachers have always taught them the importance on focusing, rather than wandering. Antoinette took that to heart, and tried limiting her Father's doting, in order for him to concentrate more in his work. She may have been 5, but she knew her Father needed some boundaries. Others kids' Dads in school didn't dote as much, so maybe Eddie shouldn't as much, either.

She had tried making her Dad stop carrying her so much. She had legs - she could walk, damn it.

She always told him not to keep making her news things, reminding him that she had enough dresses. But, it wouldn't work.

"Stop making me new things, Daddy. You need to focus more on your fabric work." Antoinette scolded her Father, pinching both his cheeks when he picked her up from the floor, once again, to carry her. "Daddy, can't I walk on my own? Your arms must be tired." She has tried everything in the book to talk him out of spoiling her, but that doesn't even help.

He just laughs. "Why would I stop caring for you, sweets?" Eddie kisses her on the side of her face, right at the corner of her eye. This made Antoinette make a confused face. She didn't ask him to stop caring. She simply asked to limit his doting. "You should be given a state. A country! Hell, even the world!" He hugs her close to his chest, pressing another rough kiss on top of her head, making her giggle with a blush. "I'm just being a Father, Darling. It's how every Father should be."

Antoinette honestly didn't trust in that statement. It was rather overstated.

She would have tried to scold him more thoroughly, by showing more emotions, but deep down... the little girl was scared.

Even if Eddie thinks she doesn't witness it, Antoinette had seen him lose his control. She had actually peeked in the forbidden room that he uses to release his nerve, and watched him aggressively attack the thick walls with flying punches and iron kicks. There were plowed holes peppering the room's four walls. There was also three holes in the ceiling, somehow. She heard him screaming profanity and slurs about the coworkers he worked with in his fabric industry, how they kept screwing up and how they deserved to die. She's seen that wild look in his face, and how his pupils suddenly shrunk when he saw something to destroy.

When he would finish, she would have to run straight back to the spot he saw her last, and pretend nothing happened.

Antoinette wasn't a stupid girl. She knew people had their issues, and dealt with them with help or personal therapy. But, as she watched her Father's rage explode in that lone room, it was like watching a tiger going rampant within an iron cage. He needed out, but, from what? She had no idea about his dark past, so, she was left to always believe that Daddy was just a little different. Just slightly edgy... Just a bit.

Witnessing these many events, it became harder for Antoinette to wholly confront her Father about his doting. If she told him to give her space... would he take that as some threat, rather than a request? It almost seemed possible. Eddie was known to never take rejection well. If he ever was...

Antoinette was scared. Very scared.

But, she couldn't be mad at him, either. She never once had a shred of hate towards the man. Whenever he was done releasing the animal within his makeshift cage of a room, he would instantly come back to her as the smiling Daddy he wanted to be to her. He never showed hate towards her, and he had no reason to. His eyes always spoke truth, whenever he said he loved her. Antoinette knew her Father didn't hate her. He just... he was just... well, there was no real answer for what he was. Perhaps she would never know the answer?

That little creepy girl,
Oh, she loves to sing!
She has a little gift,
An amazing thing!

From the time work was over, Antoinette was sitting in the car, in the back seat as always, waiting for Eddie. He had forgotten his jacket within the building, and had to run back inside to fetch it. This was actually the first time he's left her alone within the vehicle.

Of course, Antoinette was a little scared, sitting in the immobile car on her own, in deep silence. She did think back to the thing Daddy told her though, when she heard about never taking to strangers. The area was seemingly bustling fairly with some evening activity - people coming out of work to get back home, bikers and walkers passing by nonchalantly, cars driving by quietly or with bumpy loud music. Nobody was coming to bother her, but still, Antoinette wouldn't think of talking.

Eddie had actually made it into a small tale for Antoinette to remember it by. She recited it often to herself, in case she forgot.

Antoinette began to honestly think of animals, instead of the meaningful term behind it. She thought of a Christmas reindeer, a pink, baby rabbit, and the Big Bad Wolf.

"Wait, please! Leave me be!" A voice outside the car sounded out, bringing Antoinette out of her bubbly thoughts. Outside, there was a red-haired man, running straight out of the fabric building in a hurry. "No, stop! I swear, I didn't mean it!"

'A reindeer, that lives in a small house in the forest, hears a noise outside his window. He peeks out the pane to see a little rabbit hopping to his door.'

"Jarrod! Jarrod! Lemme in the car!" The red haired-man hurried to a car, parked just in front of Eddie's car, pounding on the passenger window. "It's Eddie! He's fucking pissed off again at me! C'mon, open the door! He's coming!" The red-haired man looked mover his shoulder constantly, seeing Antoinette's Father coming out of the tall building fast, with a pair of shiny, silver scissors in one hand. Eddie was approaching fast.

'Knock-knock! "Let me in!" The rabbit cries. "A wolf is out to eat me!"

Jarrod, the random friend in the car in front of Antoinette, immediately unlocked the door, and threw it open for the red-haired man. The frightened man quickly hopped in, slamming the door behind him, and the car sped off fast.

'The reindeer obliges. "Come in, rabbit. Please hurry, and don't let him in!"

"Useless fat sack of piss!" Eddie screamed to the top of his lungs, at the direction the runaway drove off into. He gripped the scissors harder, to where the sharpened sides began to snag and prickle at his exposed palm. "You ruin another fucking dress, and I fucking swear, you'll-!" Eddie turned and saw Antoinette in the car. He completely forgot about her, for that moment of aggression. He paused on his threat, jaw slacked and eyes wide. They looked wild, unreadable. But, there was no doubt that he was fuming mad. Right there, he had to think of something else to say.

As he approached the driver's side of the car, Antoinette began to become fidgety in her seat. She watched in... fear... as Daddy came to the door with those scissors. She brought up both her legs to her chest to hug them close, feeling nothing else to cling onto for help. The door propped open...

'The wolf, it waits! The wolf, he says he's friendly, but don't open that door. He is hungry for you to say, 'it's okay,' so that you will open that door...'

"Darling, I'm so sorry for making you wait! You must be tired!" Eddie switched straight back to Father dearest, tossing the scissors to the passenger's seat as he made a hearty chuckle. "I couldn't find my jacket! Oh, but, it's fine. I'm sure it'll turn up tomorrow!" He gave her a wide, friendly grin, before jumping into the driver's seat. He shut the driver's door and took out the keys from his pocket, going to start the vehicle.

With her little funny eyes of hazel,
With her little funny old blue hat,
She will go and set the world on fire.
No one ever thought she could do that!

Once it was nightfall, Antoinette had retired to her bedroom early, to avoid dinner. She didn't feel comfortable any longer, sitting in the same room with Father. As much as she knew he would of been hurt by her decision to not spend time with him downstairs, she needed her space to think. Of course, he should have understood the reason why Antoinette wanted to excuse herself early, after witnessing part of his rampage from today's confrontation. He would have mostly lied about the whole ordeal, and Antoinette knew it.

She spent her entire time in her bedroom coloring, or watching cartoons on her television set. But all the brainstorming initially led down to sleeping, as the little girl accidentally fell asleep on the floor, hugging her stuffed cat toy in her arms. The television set was still running, but quietly in a lower volume, as her bedside lamp was her only source of light in her bedroom. It was quiet now.

'Antoinette?!' Eddie's voice suddenly rang out loudly, but sounding more echoy and fargone. Antoinette snapped opened her eyes to darkness, her stuffed animal no longer in her arms. 'Antoinette, you open this fucking door, right now!' Her Father's words blasted like cannon fire, and just in time with the sudden pounding and banging on her closed door. 'Fucking BITCH!'

Petrified, Antoinette screamed and ran to the corner of her pitch black room. She sat in a fetal position, hugging the wall, as she endured more of Father's outrageous slurs and pounding of something heavy at the wooden door. She began crying, feeling helpless and scared, as her nails clawed at the wall for a way out. The windows didn't exist anymore. Everything was against her.

The door finally kicked open, and emerged an enraged Father, with glowing crimson eyes flashing in the darkness, and a familiar, shny glimpse of scissors in his hand again. His pupils were shrunk, but they were clearly staring dead-on at Antoinette. 'You fucking bitch! I said go to FUCKING BED.' Eddie's voice was distorted, sounding more like four men were speaking at once. Blood oozed out of his eyes like tears, and his teeth looked sharp and large like a wolf's. 'You never listen, Tony... You never do...' He approached her fast, scissors rose up into the air to strike down...

"NO, DAD! DON'T!" Antoinette screamed bloody murder, having been woke by the sudden touch of a hand at her thrashing wrist. When her eyes snapped open, she found herself breathing fast. She found herself in her regular room, with the lamp light on, and the television set on. Her chest was thumping, and her stomach felt physically ill. But her thoughts went out the window when she saw her Father at the opened door of her bedroom.

"Darling! Are you okay?!" Eddie hurried to his Daughter, absolutely worried. "Why're you on the floor? Why're you screaming-?"

"No, don't!" Antoinette started backing herself away from Eddie, physically shaking. "D-Don't hurt me, Dad!" Antoinette's eyes were wide, and her face was just pale and thick of quaking fear.

Flitter up...
And hover down...
Be all around...

Eddie paused where he was, yielding. He couldn't believe what he just heard from his own Daughter. Not hurt her? Why would he ever do that? Eddie didn't know whether to laugh, or to cry. He wanted to do both, but, from the way his Daughter looked on at him with those terrified eyes, his heart was breaking into two pieces, just like paper being torn apart. He didn't know what to honestly say! He quickly tried his best to say anything to make Antoinette stop fearing his very presence.

"Antoinette, honey, please! It was just a bad dream! Daddy would NEVER hurt you! Please, Darling, j-just think about this!" He began to panic more, when he tried taking a step towards her, because she instantly moved back with a start. "Was it because I was angry earlier, at that man? O-Oh, please, Darling! It was nothing! Please, I would never be mad at you like that! I swear!" It began to start going from reasoning to pleading, the more Antoinette started to tear up and move back as much as possible. "Why would I hurt you?! I would NEVER hurt you!"

But, Antoinette shook her head firmly, with a sniffle. "I keep seeing you going crazy in that room in the house! You keep screaming and punching and kicking and... and...! You-You went after someone today with scissors! Daddy, I-I'm..." She took a breath to admit it, "I'm scared of you."

Eddie almost felt his world crumble before him. This wasn't what he wanted... He didn't want his own child to fear him!

"I can change! I really can!" He begged, frantically now, feeling as if his Daughter was slipping from him. "I just want to make you happy, Tony! I wouldn't hurt you, ever! EVER!" He put both his hands over the sides of his head, panicking himself. "I-I can get help. I'll stop being like this! I'll do whatever it takes to not make you scared anymore! Just - please, Tony, don't HATE ME."

To just hear the words of Antoinette being so scared of her own Father made him fall. Never, had he ever wanted to hear those words from his Daughter. He cared less if he heard it from another imbecile, but... from his own child? Eddie was in the state of desperation now, thinking if he had made one more slip up, Antoinette would decide to leave him forever. He loathed that, not ever, ever, EVER wanting to release his Daughter from his care. His love and embrace. It would have to be Satan that would have to exhume and destroy him, in order to let Antoinette be free.

Eddie was a mess now, on his knees and gripping at his hair in frustration and shock. His eyes were unfocused, his mind reeling. Hearing his Daughter crying because of him was everything that struck him down. No God, this wasn't what he wanted!

You know that I love you, go on.

"... Dad...?" Antoinette could see the stress in her Father's face, how destroyed he looked. "Dad...?" She looked at us bowed head with watery eyes, unsure of what to do while he was down like this. Perhaps she should just try and move away? Or, comfort him? "Daddy... I don't hate you. I'm just... scared that you'll get mad at me one day and h-hurt me-"

But Antoinette couldn't finish her sentence on time when Eddie darted right at her, with such speed. She thought he was going to throttle her, but instead, she was gulped into a forceful embrace. He held onto her tightly, muscular arms wrapped around her small body to keep her close. Antoinette froze like a startled antelope, unable to decided whether to move or stay.

"I would never get mad at you, for anything! I would never harm you, ever!" Eddie cried, kissing the top of her head. "I won't hurt you. I won't, never, ever, Antoinette! I love you too much to cause so much pain!"

Antoinette stood firmly on her grounds. "Dad, get help. You need a doctor. You need to stop being hostile!" She insisted, hitting the side of her small fist against his shoulder lightly. "I don't want to see you so angry all the time... anymore..." She then hugged her weeping Father around his sides.

"Anything to keep you." Eddie cried, and sadly cried, all at once.

Was it even a right choice?

I am walking on air.