Chapter 3: Daddy's girl

A/N: I am going to try to update every day if I can. I know it drives me insane when I'm waiting for a story to be updated.

"Look Mommy! Look what Daddy got me today!" I twirled in my long-sleeve silk blue dress. It was tight, and showed off the few curves I had at thirteen, and went just above my knees. I had my long hair in a braid, and my blue eyes, glittered like the ocean.

I held out my wrist. "And this to!" I said. On my wrist was a charm bracelet. Hung from it was a Mockingjay, a Jabberjay, a Primrose flower, a dagger, a bow and arrow, a stag, a spear, and a trident.

Mom's eyes started tearing up.

"Mom?" I asked. I threw my arms around her neck.

"Are you all right Mom?" I questioned, sadly.

She let out a sob, burying her face in my neck. After a few minutes, she sniffed, then lifted her head up.

"I'm all right," she said, she wiped the tears out of eyes. "Go play."

"Can I go play in the field, with Rory?" I knew a few things about Mom and Dad's past at thirteen, but not all. I knew the 'field' was really a graveyard. But Rory didn't. Not yet.

Mom nodded, biting her lip.

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When I was finished playing, I came back inside for a snack. Daddy was sitting at the table talking to Mommy. When I walked in, she smiled briefly at me, and went out of the room.

"Hi Daddy." I smiled, and bounded over to kiss his cheek. He got up and gave me a hug. When he pulled back, he froze, his hand still on my shoulder. His grip got tight. And tighter, and tighter still. I had seen Daddy during one of his episodes. Mommy said he was supposed to hold on to something when he had them. That 'something' now, being my shoulder.

"Daddy," I whined, I used all my strength to not give out under his grip. "Your hurting me…Please stop. Please!" I whispered, painfully. The pressure was becoming to much. When his grip got almost all I could take, I bit my lip hard to keep from yelling. I could taste the blood, from where I had bit. After a final pressure add to my shoulder from Dad, he started to loosen a bit. I counted down from one hundred, as a his grip went slack. When he finally dropped his hand, I fell onto my knees.

I put my hand on my shoulder, and tried to massage it. I stopped because it hurt too much.

"Prim?" came my father's worried voice. "What happened? Are you all right? You look like your pain. Do-"

"I'm fine Dad," I cut him off. "It's fine. Just-" This time he cut me off.

"Oh my god! Did I do this to you?" he asked disgusted.

"It's alright Daddy…" I whispered. "You didn't mean to. You can't help it." He sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face.

"I…I just-I wish I could help it, but I just can't…" he trailed off.

I gave Dad a tight hug, and he returned it.

"It's okay Dad. I was accident." I told him. I kissed him on the cheek.

"You'll always be my girl…You know that?" he asked me.

"I know Daddy," I said quietly, face cuddled in his neck. "I know. Love you." I gave him a final hug, and bounded off to play with Rory

I know it's short. I'll try to fix that to. I don't have much idea's for the story