Warning, child abuse

Chapter 2

Love hurts

"Good morning, brother."

Kol blinked his eyes, he felt disoriented and fuzzy. Where the hell was he…?

"Rough night?" Elijah's harsh voice asked.

Slowly Kol turned his head and saw Elijah standing next to his bed, arms crossed over his chest. He certainly didn't seem pleased.

"What…" Kol muttered.

"Wasn't it enough that you tried to kill our sister's date?" Elijah asked coolly. "All mother asked was no violence…"

"What are you talking about?" Kol asked, he started to get annoyed.

Elijah's eyebrows furrowed when he picked up something from the floor. It took few seconds before Kol recognized it as a half of pink bra.

"She was invited here as a guest," Elijah said harshly. "I do appreciate you didn't kill her, but your compulsion was more than sloppy. I understand you have a lot to learn about the 21st century, but here's a quick lesson, we don't draw attention to ourselves."

Kol stared at the bra, what the hell… Suddenly he remembered. The girl. Quickly he got into a sitting position and looked around.

"Where is she?"

Elijah raised his eyebrows.

"At home, I believe. I would have cleaned up your mess, but someone picked her up before I managed to do that."

"You know her?" Kol asked.

"No, I just met her last night."

Elijah glanced at the half of the bra and dropped in on the bed.

"It seems that you know her much better than I do."

Kol grinned, he couldn't stop himself.

"Well, yes, I did deflower her."

Elijah looked at him disapprovingly.

"Charming. I'm sure she appreciates you sharing that information."

"Wait a minute," Kol said when Elijah headed to the door. "Do you happen to know her last name?"

Elijah turned to look at him and huffed.

"You don't know?"

"Would I ask if I would know?" Kol snorted.

Elijah sighed.

"Unfortunately I can't help you, brother."

Kol rubbed his temples when Elijah marched out. Oh lord, his head… What the hell had happened last night? He had barely drunk anything. No, this was something else. The damn girl had done something to him. Had she somehow drugged him? He really wasn't sure. Slowly he lied down and closed his eyes. Much better. What he needed was some sleep. And if he would ever get his hands on that girl… She better pray that he wouldn't.

I was excited when I woke up; the first thought in my mind was that I would have a baby. I would have a son or a daughter who I would love and who would love me.

"Good morning," I said and touched my belly. I knew that my baby wouldn't be able to hear me, him or her barely existed yet. I rolled on my back in the motel bed and smiled, everything felt alright now. Daddy was happy with me and he had said that Esther would be too, we would see her tonight after she would have finished her plan.

I wondered what her plan was and how it would affect my baby's father. I would always be grateful to him for giving me this baby and I wished him all the best. Maybe that was weird, he had bit me and I was still a little afraid of him, but that didn't matter, I would never see him again. I startled when the door suddenly opened, but I relaxed when I saw daddy. He had a paper bag with him.

"Good morning, muffin," he said smiling. "Daddy brought you some breakfast."

"Really?" I asked got into a sitting position.

"Absolutely," he said and handed me the bag. "You did well last night, Brie, daddy is very proud of you."

I couldn't have been happier; knowing that he loved me was everything to me. He had done so much for me and now I could finally make him proud. I was a good girl.

"We'll stay here until Esther comes," he said. "I know she's eager to see you."

I nodded and touched my belly.

"Is she happy for becoming a grandmother?"

Daddy seemed tense for a moment, I was afraid that I had said something wrong, but then he smiled.

"Sure, muffin. We both want what's best for you and for your child. You know daddy loves you."

I smiled happily.

"I love you too, daddy."

14 years earlier

"Brie."

I startled when I heard daddy's voice, I hadn't heard him coming to my room. I was concentrated on drawing.

"Hi, daddy," I said happily. "Look what I drew…"

"Stand up," he cut in. "Now."

I had done something wrong.

"Daddy…"

He grabbed me and yanked me to my feet.

"What were you supposed to be doing?" he asked calmly.

"I… I'm sorry…"

He slapped me so hard that I almost fell down.

"What were you supposed to be doing?" he repeated.

I rubbed my burning cheek and started to sob, the next slap hurt even more.

"Stu-studying," I sobbed.

"Yes. Is this studying?"

"No."

"That's right. This is…" he paused and waved his hand, burning my drawing. "…useless. Just like you."

I bowed my head, feeling nothing but ashamed.

"Tell me, did you think that drawing was good?"

I shook my head.

"Well, you are finally right about something. Apparently you can't do anything properly."

"I'm sorry, daddy."

He walked over to my bed and sat down.

"Come here, Brie."

I obeyed as quickly as I could, I didn't want more pain. He lifted me up and touched the bruise on my cheek.

"You know you brought this on yourself."

"Yes, daddy."

"I have done everything for you and all I ask in return is obedience. Is that too much to ask?"

"No, daddy."

He sighed.

"I don't enjoy teaching you this same lesson over and over again. You are 5-years-old already, you should have learned this by now. Even someone as stupid as you should be able to learn one simple rule."

"I'm sorry, daddy," I sobbed.

Gently he wiped my tears away.

"I'm all you have. You know that, don't you, muffin?"

I nodded.

"Good." He paused and lifted my chin. "Your mommy already left because of you, you don't want me to leave, do you?"

"No! No, please don't leave me, daddy."

He smiled and touched my cheek.

"I won't, if you are a good girl."

I nodded quickly.

"I am, I promise."

He bent down and kissed my forehead.

"That's my girl. I forgive you and I love you. You know no one else can ever love a stupid and ugly girl like you. If you lose me, you'll have no one."

I shivered and hugged him as tightly as I could, fearing that he would leave.

"There, there…" he hummed and hugged me back. "It's alright, muffin, daddy will take care of you."

"Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome. Now, does someone here want ice cream?"

"Me!" I cheered.

He chuckled and kissed my cheek before placing me on the floor.

"That's what I thought. Come with me then."

I smiled and took his hand. He was the best daddy in the world; I knew how lucky I was. No one else could ever love someone like me.