The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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A/N:

TW: Violence

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Haven's POV:

It shatters on impact.

The whole thing breaks before me into a million sharp pieces and everything up until this moment is wiped clean. Every happy memory, every laugh, every smile. . . all of it no longer matters. It's true when people say that a single bad moment can forever ruin everything.

Up until now, I didn't know true pain or fear. I was secure and safe with the people around me like I should be. But now, staring up at daddy I don't understand how he could have done this.

I sit in the shattered glass looking at him. Studying his eyes, searching for any signs of remorse. . .but I see none. I see nothing and that's the problem.

"Daddy, why did you do that?" I cry out trying not to move. The pain sears through me regardless and I can see the blood pooling from my body. "Why did you hurt me?" with tears streaming down my face he doesn't even move to help. He just watches while his 6-year-old daughter cries for him to do something.

"It's okay daddy. It was an accident, I forgive you." I reassure him, wincing as I try to stand from the wreck, cutting myself further as I move.

Once on my shaky legs I look up at him and now he looks. . . pleased? He seems to shake out of his daze and walks towards me bending down until he's level with me. Ok, he's back to normal, he's going to help me and kiss it all better and then we can have a tea party later like usual.

"An accident? This wasn't an accident Avery. I wanted to hurt you, cause you the type of pain you cause me."

I stare at him and suddenly it feels like I can't breathe. Mommy where are you. . . I need you. "Do you know why I want to hurt you Avery?" he asks me, the stale smell of alcohol wafting off his breath.

"Why?" I ask brokenly. I can't seem to catch a breath and I try my hardest to force out the words. 

"Because she's dead because of you. It'sss your fault. S-She s-s-shouldn't have died. I wish it was you." he slurs his words.

"Avery baby are you okay?" mommy comes rushing in, careful not to touch me and hurt me more. But she didn't know the damage that had already been done.

"I'm leaving. Someone will clean this up. Get her out of my sight, I don't want to see her again." he stumbles walking away.

Mommy scoops me up, carrying me to the bathroom. "Breath baby. It's over now, mommy's here." she whispers in my ear.

I didn't notice that I couldn't breathe. My chest moves up and down quickly yet my lungs still burn.

Closing the door of the bathroom she gently sets me on the counter. "Baby look at me. You need to calm down okay. Take a deep breath, can you do that for me? Take a deep breath with mama." placing my hand on her chest and hers on mine we take deep breaths together.

It seems to help and before long I can breathe again.

She begins to run a bath, the heat of the water fogging up the large bathroom. I cry out when she begins to pull out the shard of glass stuck in my arms, legs, stomach, and everywhere in between.

It burns and I tell her, to which she responds with kisses and I giggle. I love mommy's kisses and hugs. She gives the best hugs.

Once she gets all the glass and cleans out the cuts, she helps me get rid of my clothes and helps me in. She sits behind the tub on a little stool and pulls my hair into her lap.