He pulled the door closed and walked towards his car. You smiled a small smile as you thought of the cold snack. You walked towards the kitchen, intending to get something to eat while your father was still gone, forgetting to lock the door.
You slowly bit into your slice of reheated pizza as you looked at the ground. "I thought I got a new friend." You said sadly. "I didn't mean to get him in trouble, so why doesn't he like me?" You sighed before sliding off of your chair, flopping forward to the ground.
After you began living here, your father had begun to clean. The floors no longer had piles of garbage strewn about, leaving a perfect area for your child-style moping.
You wiggled in sadness, making sounds to match what you felt inside. You heard someone open the door and your head popped up. "Daddy?" You asked. There was no response, only footsteps coming closer to you.
You gasped quietly before slapping your hands over your mouth. You had forgotten to lock the door. Your heart started to race and you didn't dare to move from your spot. Not able to see the door, you stared in its general direction in fear.
"W-who is it?" You asked, your voice quiet and timid. There was, again, no answer, just footsteps coming closer and closer. You sat there, your eyes wide and locked in that direction. The few seconds you sat there seemed more like hours as you waited with baited breath.
A familiar form walked into the kitchen, it was your mother. You gasped happily and sprung up, all fear forgotten. "Mommy!" You cheered happily. You ran forward and jumped at her legs without hesitation. You pushed your face into her legs, muffling your voice.
"I really missed you mommy!" Your mother scoffed before roughly kicking you off. You yelped as your back hit the ground. You sat up, rubbing it gently. You looked at your mother with teary eyes. "D-did I do something wrong?" You asked, your voice quivering slightly.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be bad!" You mother simply glared at you. "You're a disgusting little bitch." She said harshly. "W-what? I don't know what I did, b-but I can fix it! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad!" Suddenly, without warning, your mother slapped you across the face.
You yelped in pain and surprise, your vision becoming fuzzy for a mere second before returning to normal. Your cheek burned painfully as tears weld up in your small eyes. "W-wh-why-" You were cut off by a loud, involuntary, sob.
"You ungrateful waste of space. I raised you, and what kind of thanks do I get for all that fucking hard work and time?" Your mother's foot collided painfully with your gut. You screamed before slamming against a wall. You wailed loudly as your stomach throbbed in pain and hot, salty, tears rolled down your round cheeks.
"S-STOP!" You cried, pushing yourself more against the wall. "I-I di-didn't mean it! I'M SORRY!" You curled into a ball as you continued to sob and shake, fearful of what your mother would do to you next. "I wasted years of my life, for an ungrateful cretin like you." She kicked you again, this time in your unprotected side.
"AHHHHH! NO!" Your entire body ached at the cruelty of your mother's harsh beating. "D-DADDY! HELP!" You mother grabbed your hair by the roots and roughly jerked you up. "That dead beat fucker isn't going to save you this time, bitch."
She pulled you towards her before roughly slamming you into the wall, resulting in a loud, sickening thud. All you could do was scream desperately for your father as the pain coursed through your body and sapped away any strength that was left in your child-sized body. Red oozed from your head as she continued to slam you into the wall over, and over, and over again.
Your vision became blurry and dark as you heard your voice begin to crack from overuse, but you continued screaming out for your father, praying that he would come and save you. As your body started numbing you heard the door being slammed against the wall and someone yelling something that you couldn't make out clearly with your failing senses.
"D-daddy?" You asked quietly, your voice weak as you fought to stay conscious, the pain too much for your weak body to take. You let out an almost whimper like sound in relief as your head finally stopped colliding with the wall. You felt your mother being jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightening.
There was a brief struggle before your mother screamed and dropped you to the floor. Not even seconds later warmth spread through your entire body as you were pulled close to someone's chest. "D-daddy?" You asked again, grabbing onto his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you alive.
"D-daddy's here, I'm right here baby." He said, taking the hand not grabbing his shirt into his own. "D-daddy, I…I can't see." You stuttered fearfully, your grip on his shirt tightening.
"Shh, daddy's here. It's all gonna be okay now, you're gonna be okay." His voice quivered almost as much as yours as he tried his best to be reassuring. You felt something wet drop onto your face. Your mother began to speak, but before she could utter a word your father snapped at her.
"SHUT UP!" Your father's grip tightened around you as he screamed, pulling you even closer to his chest. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU CRACK-HEAD BITCH!" Your mother let out a quiet chuckle. "I'd like to see you fucking try." She said. It was as if she didn't believe that your father would.
You felt your father shift and then the warmth was gone. "D-daddy!?" You began to panic. "Where are you!? N-no! I can't see! D-DON'T LEAVE ME! DADDY I'M SCARED!" You yelled, reaching out desperately in search of him. "Shh, daddy'll be right back" Your father said, stroking your cheek gently.
Just the sound of his voice instantly calmed you down, his touch allowing your body to relax. You whimpered as your father pulled his hand away, so-very tempted to reach out and pull it back to you.
There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a woman's cut off scream. You heard what you could only assume to be your mother choking before you heard a loud crack and, once again, a woman's scream.
You couldn't even shake as you continued to listen to what was most certainly a horrific beating. You weren't sure if it was her skull, or the wall that had cracked, but it didn't matter too in comparison to the whirlwind of feelings that raged inside of you.
You didn't know what to feel. Your father was going to kill your mother, you knew he would, he wouldn't be able to contain himself. But then, was that really a bad thing? You internally screamed at yourself for thinking something so vile. But even as you did so, the thought burned in your brain.
He was going to kill her, the same mother that had abused you, the same mother who wanted to do it again. You felt over whelming guilt as another though passed through your mind.
You wanted her gone.
As the tug of unconsciousness pulled, you more than happily surrendered. With what was akin to a sigh of relief, you finally let the world around you fade to nothingness.