Chapter Five
Swallowed In Darkness
Izaya Orihara
Age: 4
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Raven Black
Gender: Female
"What do you think you are doing in here?" her father growled. Brown eyes narrowing at his daughter.
It took him a moment to realize he wasn't staring at his normal boy looking daughter, but at an actual girl.
His daughter.
This forced him to take a double take and even rub his eyes.
But what he had seen and was seeing was no illusion, the girl was real. And she was his. He hadn't expected the hair and makeup. Nor for it to look so good on her. It really brought out her mother's features on her own face. Like this she was adorable.
His eyes widened. He was speechless. And for a moment the father stared at her, and for the first time really saw how beautiful his daughter really was.
"I-I'm sorry!" Izaya stammered loudly. Voice filled with fear and regret. This snapped him back to reality.
He shook his head again.
Izaya's eyes were filled with fear. She knew he shouldn't have returned home. What had happened to make him come home? "I-I thought you ha-had work so I-" She began
His brown eyes narrowed. "I went to get your mother medicine, she's sick." He answered her 'question' of him returning home so soon then he began shouting "Just because I'm out of the house does not mean that you can come in here and use your mothers things!" he roared.
"I'm sorry daddy!" she whimpered. Then fear rippled through out her body.
She completely forgot that her father had forbid her to call him 'dad' or 'daddy' not even 'papa'.
His body stiffened and began to 'puff' up in anger; and before she knew it, her cheek burned badly as his hand moved across her face.
A loud
'Whack'
It echoed throughout the bath room, seeming to grow louder as he bounced off the tile walls.
Izaya's eyes were wide and her hand quickly flew to the spot on her face.
Her father had hit her before; but never this badly.
Tears quickly formed in her eyes and she quickly whipped those away.
'Boys don't cry' echoed in her head in her father's voice.
Boys don't cry. Boys have to be brave.
She reminded herself.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered again, voice breaking as she spoke.
For a while, he said nothing. And she thought maybe he had left. But when he gripped her wrist hard enough to bruise it she knew very well where he was leading here.
She began to resist and try to pull away, her small hand gripping his and trying in vain to push him off. "Please no!" She screamed loudly.
"Shut up!" his voice boomed. "You'll wake your mother!" he snapped. But it had been too late, she had woken just before he slapper their child. She saw it too. Yet again, she did nothing to stop him or comfort their child.
She, as always, simply watched from her bed.
No emotion on her face to give away any of her current thoughts on the situation.
"Please! I don't want to go in there! It's small and dark! It scares me! PLEASE!" Izaya begged.
Only it seemed to make things worse for her and her father's grip on her wrist got worse.
Soon the closet door was jerked open and Izaya was tossed in like a rag doll. The black doors shut firmly and locked behind her.
And just like that, her world was swallowed in darkness and she became dead silent.
End of chapter five
