Chrissie was snuggled up in her warm bed, with Goober cuddled up in her skinny arms. The child was literally cocooned with her pale blue bed sheets. Her room at Bobby's was small, yet cosy. The walls were a baby blue color, and was decorated with crayon and pen marks along the lower half of the walls, remnants of Chrissie's toddler years. A yellow smiley face sticker was plastered onto the lower right window pane, and after several long summers, was beginning to fade.
A loud shattering sound from downstairs, startled the five year old awake. The little girl carefully climbed out of bed, clutching her teddy bear close to her chest. She could hear her father's loud mumbling voice drifting from the living room.
"Oh, Goober, Daddy has been drinking again," sighs the little girl, as she plants a kiss on her teddy bear's oversized head. "Let's go and help him to bed. He needs looking after."
The five year old held onto the banister, as she slowly made her way down the stairs, whilst holding onto Goober with her free arm. John was sitting on the couch, with his head in his shaking hands. Three bottles of whiskey lay at his feet. He gazed up, and noticed his small daughter cautiously wandering towards him.
"Hey sweetie," slurred John. "Whatcha doin' awake at this time? Oh, did I wake you up?"
The little girl nodded her head slowly, as she cuddles Goober tightly. She was always wary of her father when he had been drinking, as his mood swings and occasions of violence frightened her. Tears filled John's sorrowful eyes, as he witnessed the timid expression in his daughter's innocent face. On seeing this, the little girl hurried over to her father with open arms.
"Oh, Daddy," pouted the child, as tears filled her own eyes whilst hugging her father. "Don't be sad. It's alright. I won't tell the boys that you've been drinking. I know they don't like it, but I think you drink because your sad. Sammy says you drink because your heart hurts. Is that why you drink, Daddy?"
Tears streamed down John's cheeks, as his daughter's words and earnest expression broke his heart. He knew this degree of naivety wouldn't last forever. John picked his daughter up, and settled her into his lap.
"Baby, you don't need to know why, not just now. You're too little to understand," sniffed John, as he wiped his eyes with the back of his left hand. "You'll learn one day, when you're older. Just not now."
He scooped his daughter into his arms, as he then carefully carried her back upstairs. After settling Chrissie back into bed, John left the bedroom and found some degree of peace in the bathroom. There, he broke down completely. He wanted his normal life back. He wanted Mary.
A/N: Hey guys, another short update on weeChris, hopefully the new few chapters will be the start of a new storyarc. Feel free to brain storm ideas/requests; more fluff? more angst? more drama? Hope you liked this short chapter, and sorry again for the wait and length of this chapter, but like I stated, a new story arc is on the horizon. Currently got exams at the moment.
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