Hilda
-By Qual Darius-
Dech tripped through the automatic glass sliding doors of his home to find his daughter still up watching TV.
"The hell are you still doing up?!" Dech slurred over his words, obviously quite drunk. He looked at his watch but was way too wasted to read it.
The young Hilda gave her father a dirty look then turned back to her show.
"Did you hear me, damnit?! I said GO TO BED!!" Dech yelled at his 7 year old daughter.
Hilda, remembering what her father could be like when he wasn't sober, sulked back to her room where she quickly fell asleep.
-------------- Hilda awoke several hours later from another one of her incessant nightmares. She tiptoed downstairs and found her father unconscious on the couch. The TV blared about some growth formula.
Hilda, as calmly as possible, woke Dech from his slumber. An action of which Dech was none to pleased.
"I-I had a bad dream!" Hilda told her father. Hilda could feel herself shivering either out of the freezing temperature in the house, or the knowledge of what her father may do to her.
"Well what the fuck do you want me to do about it, huh?!" Dech yelled. His yellow eyes flashed in anger. Hilda instantly regretted coming downstairs.
"I-I just."
"You just what?" Dech noticed the silver ring clinging loosely to her middle finger. "Where did you get that?!" Dech looked at the ring.
"It-It was Mom's!" Hilda covered it up with her other hand. Hilda always wore the ring at night and thus far Dech had never known of it.
"Give it to me!" Dech lashed out. He jumped for her, but Hilda ran. Dech caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
Hilda screamed and wrenched her arm from Dech's iron grip.
Dech reached for Hilda again, but tripped, throwing his daughter into his living room's glass coffee table, knocking her unconscious and shattering the table.
As a single tear of blood ran down Hilda's cheek, Dech realized what he had done and that he must run. Dech called a hospital then ran, leaving his daughter and hell-hole of a life behind him.
Hilda awoke in the hospital, clutching her mothers ring as if it were her life.
That's all for now. Ill judge by the reviews of whether or not to continue.
Dech tripped through the automatic glass sliding doors of his home to find his daughter still up watching TV.
"The hell are you still doing up?!" Dech slurred over his words, obviously quite drunk. He looked at his watch but was way too wasted to read it.
The young Hilda gave her father a dirty look then turned back to her show.
"Did you hear me, damnit?! I said GO TO BED!!" Dech yelled at his 7 year old daughter.
Hilda, remembering what her father could be like when he wasn't sober, sulked back to her room where she quickly fell asleep.
-------------- Hilda awoke several hours later from another one of her incessant nightmares. She tiptoed downstairs and found her father unconscious on the couch. The TV blared about some growth formula.
Hilda, as calmly as possible, woke Dech from his slumber. An action of which Dech was none to pleased.
"I-I had a bad dream!" Hilda told her father. Hilda could feel herself shivering either out of the freezing temperature in the house, or the knowledge of what her father may do to her.
"Well what the fuck do you want me to do about it, huh?!" Dech yelled. His yellow eyes flashed in anger. Hilda instantly regretted coming downstairs.
"I-I just."
"You just what?" Dech noticed the silver ring clinging loosely to her middle finger. "Where did you get that?!" Dech looked at the ring.
"It-It was Mom's!" Hilda covered it up with her other hand. Hilda always wore the ring at night and thus far Dech had never known of it.
"Give it to me!" Dech lashed out. He jumped for her, but Hilda ran. Dech caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
Hilda screamed and wrenched her arm from Dech's iron grip.
Dech reached for Hilda again, but tripped, throwing his daughter into his living room's glass coffee table, knocking her unconscious and shattering the table.
As a single tear of blood ran down Hilda's cheek, Dech realized what he had done and that he must run. Dech called a hospital then ran, leaving his daughter and hell-hole of a life behind him.
Hilda awoke in the hospital, clutching her mothers ring as if it were her life.
That's all for now. Ill judge by the reviews of whether or not to continue.
