This is the auspicious chapter that I promised you in my previous chapter! Please review- I rely on your reviews for my inspiration! To prevent any ambiguity I will tell you that this chapter is from the baby- Rebecca's point of view! When she refers to "daddy," she is simply referring to William/ Willie! And when she refers to "evil woman," she is talking about he mother!
I looked up and saw daddy gazing at me, I could not fully read his expression but it was a look of utter dedication to me. I realised that he would always provide me with unconditional love and protect me with his life. I felt tranquil and reassured; whenever I fell asleep and woke up I became aware that he had been watching me, which made me wonder if he ever got any sleep. His bravery was truly inspirational. I remember when daddy saved me from the tumbling books. My feeble legs could not yet support my body weight and whenever I attempt to stand up I topple down again. I would have give anything to repay my dad, if my limbs were stable enough and strong I would have swiped my dad and I out of harms reach dramatically before any damage could be caused.
My loyal daddy obtained all of the physical damage from this event, but the scars of my past will always be engraved firmly into my memory. If only I could talk, I would thank my daddy,- tell him how much I loved him! No such luck- the only things that I can do is squeal and smile. I remember the nights when evil woman would eventually fall asleep. I recall the exact silhouette and sounds that would occur on a daily basis. Daddy would creep stealthily over to my cot and gingerly lift me out. I would sometimes squeal in delighted anticipation of what would happen, after a whole half day I would be given my milk (I would be given an afternoon bottle too). The tenderness in daddy's touch makes me smile. I make it a habit of smiling and squealing at my daddy at these times because it makes him get a proud expression and a glint in his eyes.
I vividly recall when I was at home alone- just me and evil woman, she forced a pot of a horrible smelling substance under my nostrils. Fumes were being emitted from it and it made my eyes sting. When I tried to read the pot there was some wobbly figures. I cried for daddy, I did not understand why he was not coming; I even got sinusitis from crying so much (as my daddy later identified). I cried heart broken tears until I was shaken vigorously up and down by evil woman and thrust across the room then everything went black.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was daddy's face- grimaced in an expression of despair, his eyes that greatly resembled abysses were melancholy and sad but all of these expressions faded when I opened my eyes. Like I had just solved all of his problems. I tried to tell him about what had happened to me, but all that came out of my mouth was choking gasps and silly sounds, it was most irritating. Once I had finished my daddy rocked me and caressed my head where it hurt, but later when I was meant to be asleep I heard him fume quietly: "So that's why there was a pot of the most concentrated glue on the floor, I will kill her…"
So that brings me to when daddy took me away, I was scared because daddy looked so uncertain but after that it was all so surreal, we ran away to a small decrepit shed but it was ideal and fitted our purposes perfectly. It was perfect because it was deserted and I think it was far from home because daddy was running for quite a while.