Daddy

Chapter 27

Lonely Girl - Tonight Alive

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Lonely girl you lost the only thing you loved. Nothing that you have is ever good enough. And I won't be the one who keeps you safe. And I won't be the one who stays the same.

I woke up on Saturday morning, fully intent on making breakfast, but instead came to the horrific realization that I was bleeding. Everywhere.

The sheets were stained with blood. There was blood on the pillowcase, and all I could do was sit there and watch as every pore of my body leaked the red fluid.

"Kellin, I told you we would talk again. Don't look so surprised," a maniacal voice erupted from the side of me. I tried to turn my head, or even just my eyes, but there was no use. I was practically paralyzed and in submission to whatever this thing wanted.

"Tell me, what happened six years ago in that hospital?" the voice asked. I had no idea what this had to do with anything.

I was able to talk again, which was a plus. I was still paralyzed, but my jaw would move.

"I . . . I was told that my child died during birth and that there was no way we could save her. I was told that my girlfriend didn't want contact with me, but we still tried to make it work after. She made me leave before she got out of the hospital, though," I said, complying with whatever this thing wanted. There was no way I was going to be disobedient and put my baby or myself at risk.

"Interesting," the thing hummed. "You see, the way I remember it, you left your child. You had twins, and you left the one that survived to be without a father."

"I didn't . . . I didn't know there was another child," I rasped, my breathing becoming complicated from the lack of blood and the position I was in.

"You left her! You left your child. Don't lie. I was there," the entity howled. I wished I could see what it was, but at the same time I don't think I wanted to.

"What are you?" I asked, the words slipping from my lips. I became increasingly nervous when everything went silent.

"I'm your child, Kellin. I've been watching you. You see, your precious little boyfriend made a deal with some of the wrong people, and when I saw the opportunity to get revenge, well, I just couldn't resist," the voice said. I heard footsteps, and was shocked to see a little girl that resembled Copeland walked out of the darkness, a white dress hanging off her frame and a sinister smile on her face.

"Well, I guess we'll talk later," she said, waving. Everything was black for a moment, then I woke up in bed next to Vic.

I sat up in the bed, grabbing onto the sheets so tight my knuckles turned white. I was breathing heavily, and my mind was like a hurricane.

"Kell," Vic asked, sitting up in the bed beside me and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Any other time I would be running to him, but now all I wanted to do was run away.

"What did you do?" I asked frantically, my arms tucked around my stomach.

"What?" he wanted to know. I knew he was confused, but I was so frustrated that I just wanted him to understand.

"What the fuck were you thinking? She said you made some deal, and now we're in trouble!" I yelled, my face contorting into one of distaste. I was pissed and afraid.

"I . . . I don't know. It was something . . . I was desperate. You have to understand," he said, his speech broken up and his voice frantic.

"I have nothing to understand. Nothing. You caused this, and I have nowhere to go, so I'm stuck with you. This must have been you plan, huh? Put me and my child in jeopardy and make sure we can't go anywhere so you can watch us suffer?!" I yelled angrily. I was nearing my breaking point.

"I swear it wasn't against you. I just made a deal that would allow me to get Copeland. She needed a home, and had already made a place in my heart. It was a last resort. Kellin, you have to believe me when I tell you that this was all just a coincidence. I love you so much; why would I intentionally hurt you?" he explained. I couldn't fall for it yet, though. I had already bought into everything else. What if it's all a trap?

"Just . . . I just need some time to think," I sighed, shuffling out of bed and walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I wanted to believe Vic, and I wanted us to make things better, but I couldn't. Not yet. I needed to gather more information about this so called deal before I just went along with whatever he said.

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I went to the library. Stereotypical, but still effective. There weren't many books on what I was looking into, considering most of the books were new, but that didn't stop me from hunting.

I found a couple that caught my attention. The first was about how to contact an entity, and the other was how to negotiate with the dead. Just the covers on the both of them made me want to run for the hills, but I stayed and did what I needed to do.

I read for about an hour, skimming over chapters to try to get this over as quickly as possible. I stopped, though, when I found something that sparked my interest.

'Demonic deals can only be settled when something is offered. There must be a sacrifice, whether it is delivered before, or after the deal,' one specific article read. What the fuck had Vic possibly offered in return for Copeland.

The only thing that came to mind made my blood run cold. The baby. He had offered our unborn child.